Any parent needs certain illusions to function. My uncle moved from New England to California over 50 years ago, and until the day she died (well, the day she moved into the assisted living community), my grandmother would keep snacks around and a room ready in case he came to visit, which he would do maybe once every few years for most of it. He hadn’t seen her in almost 10 years by the time she passed.
I fail to see how that would be a bad thing
I had a dog named Phred – technically Phrederica |yes, female.) I have no idea where my parents came up with the name – she was around before I was.
Well, we moved out after a few years of this. Having driven past the old house since, the new owners have put up a 6’ tall fence. I don’t think they can get away with that anymore…
I used to have a neighbor that used to do this. It was amazing how few leaves were in their yard, compared to the number of trees they had, and how many leaves were in mine, compared to the number of trees.
Gene’s not arguing, and I bet he won’t be looking too hard for it…
A restaurant near me is having trouble finding help also – and they are offering $15 an hour plus tips. They say that they are getting plenty of applicants, set up interviews, then the applicant no-shows. The theory is that they are setting up to get numbers for unemployment, but no-showing means they aren’t turning a job down. (although the extra Covid bonus is no longer in effect, so they’d get more working than not.)
True. Probably because they were all juicing too. |Which is why the organizers never re-awarded those 7 years, because they’d have to go so far down the lists to find someone who wasn’t convicted or implicated in doping. Which does leave the question of why not just leave it be, have Lance as winner, with an asterisk – though I suppose that could be seen as condoning doping. (The cycling organization had to know it was that prevalent in the ranks, though.)
“that’s terrible. Did he suffer?” “Suffer? He got out three times to pee!”
The one time I got away with hitting my little brother, he got me on ‘punch buggy.’ I pretended I didn’t know what it was and hit him back, possibly a little harder than necessary… My parents definitely didn’t know what it was and yelled at him. Normally I’m the one that got yelled at, even if I didn’t do anything.