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Or a shirt of irony ... a tin man? Before reflecting on him ... make sure heh's stuffed with straw for the soft touch that can be easily ig-nited!
 
aaah, but there is nothing like a man in a suit with a crisp ironed shirt.

Suits. *shudder*

Can't stand them. Mercifully my office is business casual and even the execs (save our GM, who is quite a flashy dresser, but being a woman, she isn't really relevant to this discussion) generally don't dress up save for board meetings.

The last time I donned a suit was for our corporate anniversary party (35 years in business) this past winter and before that was Dad's funeral in 2014.
 
As a rule, I don't do suits. The next suit I wear will be to Claire's wedding.

I wish I could wear one to a wedding. I have been wearing them to funerals way too much. Probably part of my aversion to them. My brother's boys are getting to that age (both finished high school now and one almost finished community college) so the opportunity may arise in a few years. Little M has, I hope, a while left to go as do the children of various cousins on both sides.
 
Hello all. Interesting about the ironing...I iron whatever needs it, but I know people who have mastered the art. I sometimes actually iron well-creased wrinkles into things!
I write in a journal on a weekly basis...usually Saturday, with a synopsis of the week. Today, I went back through some old journals, back to 2000, around the same time of year. Interesting to re-experience my kids at different ages, me at different jobs, different comings and goings.
 
what a gift that is, Nancy. I spoke to a man yesterday who has been doing such since he was 20, and is now 90.
 
On my way to Wisconsin.
Chose to take the ferry

Haha, they handed out anti nausea before boarding

Lots of side to side movement
 
Busy day at work today and not as expected. Popped by a school to drop off something and ended up staying as a non-verbal student was having a tough day. I find it easier dealing with myself but instead coached staff through it. ie after she calmed I put one shoe on and handed the other one to school staff. I am not always there and they need to develop these skills. Finished my work day with yoga and rice is cooking now to go with slow cooker curry.
 
I will attempt to finis de rouffe job started earlier in the summer ... some ruse about the roofer and the word Joseph Campbell came up with "underherhim" as a man under a spell ... of a beautiful shell or what's buried there ... that's a within metaphor word needing phonetic interpolation ... I.E. heh under the dark (g, gamma) UNe ... a female environment as a metaphorical representation of mother nature ... and thus it spread ... so the shadow go^est!
 
I think this has got something to do with your beloved being more interested in the finished roofing job than you are...I'm with her, but my job that remains unfinished is my curtain rod for the back bedroom door... Maybe if I sent my old guy down to finish your roof you'd swing by here and put up the curtain rod? (There are some trick-sy things about it, in his defense...)
 
Wouldn't that be great if we, out of a sense of service and a desire to help others, could do each other's unfinished chores. I think I have enough to keep everyone from WonderCafe2 very busy!
 
Day off work to get some stuff done.

First, a visit to a cardiologist to find out that I don't need a cardiologist:cool:. Echocardiogram is clean, stress test passed with flying colours. I'm not exactly a perfect picture of health, but at least my heart is in the right place. :D

Next, off to Kitchener to (finally) put Dad's estate to bed for good. There's a few grand sitting in an estate account and my bros and I are meeting at the bank to day to close it out and distribute the assets.

I'll have to eat in Kitchener given how late the meeting is but at least it gets it off our radar.
 
I understand a bit of that relief. I handed over the keys to my Dad's apartment, thereby giving up the last connection with my childhood home (his home of 50 years). There was relief in that.
 
I understand a bit of that relief. I handed over the keys to my Dad's apartment, thereby giving up the last connection with my childhood home (his home of 50 years). There was relief in that.

My childhood home was sold off years ago when Dad remarried for the first time (Mom was wife #1, his widow is #3, we don't talk much about #2 anymore:rolleyes:). Been back to the neighbourhood to show it to Little M (who was born after the house was sold) but not back to the house.
 
My parents moved from my childhood home four-ish years ago. I would still drive by sometimes when I was in town to visit my sister who lived nearby. But my sister moved this summer from our hometown... and now I have no reason to go back. Given that my time is always limited when I'm in Ontario, I can't imagine when or why I would find myself back in Port Perry. *sigh*
 
I still live in my childhood home. My plan is that I will leave feet-first, but who knows what Fate/The Universe has in store for me?
 
Wouldn't that be great if we, out of a sense of service and a desire to help others, could do each other's unfinished chores. I think I have enough to keep everyone from WonderCafe2 very busy!

As long as no one hits the crystalline ceiling ...

And by the crackies gets out without another seeing where they went ...
 
I am in Wisconsin staying at my friends'
home near one of the lovely lakes just north of Milwaukee. It is a lovely home and they are kind hosts with the fabulous Midwest hospitality.

The birds are squawking and the air is fresh and crisp. I am thankful for the day.

I am meeting another friend for dinner prior to picking up my son from the ferry.

I think at this time last year what my focus was and all the support that i had. I am thankful
 
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