GN DR🌖

9!

really does. After being so thrifty his entire life, switching gears into spend mode is stressful. It is a dance. When to salsa; when to waltz; when to sit this one out. He can quickly grasp value/cost/waste, add long columns of numbers in his head, understand where value truly lies. This is a roadblock if it impedes the satisfaction of life, because old tapes say “save”. Time will force the issue. If you get too old to, for instance, tolerate a manual transmission because your knees hurt when you engage the clutch, then the Porsche isn’t the experience you thought you savored/saved for. This happened to Daddy. The 944 was way too low for his bad back to comfortably exit. He only had it one year before the discomfort forced him to give it up.

Housekeeping. Which is not technically fun but I am a big fan of a spotless house. I refuse to hire anyone to do the work while I still gave time/am able, so…#pow How about you?

When to dance and when to sit this one out is perhaps the toughest decision of the saver/spender dance. truly struggles, having been frugal his whole life, can add columns of numbers quickly in his head, and knows how to extract value. I suspect you are quite similar. It is painful to watch his struggle, at times.

GM PHILOSOPHERDOOD

I miss my flip-phone. My ring tone was the theme music from The Munsters. How prescient that turned out to be.

and I awoke feeling tolerably fine (for old folks) and damn grateful to be above ground, moving around. It still rains, it is super-gloomy, and there’s plenty of honey-dos to keep me housebound for days; still a win!

GN frens

The whole team itself felt lackluster & sluggish on the pitch. I imagine the whole country is doing their usual derisive posture in imitation.

Big fan of #nostr purple.

Very proud of this entrepreneurial spirit!

You’re half right…

Evan we love you. ♡

Yes. This is the crux of the “race” to sovereignty by ordinary folks v digital masters of the universe.

I wish he did not so favor a well-groomed rodent…

I love the Regency period because I feel the clothes suit me best. But, changing 3 or more times a day and wearing hats/gloves in this heat…hard pass. How did Southern belles wear all those petticoats, yards of fabric, hats, and other gear with our humidity. I grasp the concept of smelling salts now, because the vapors were clearly just mini heat strokes.

Touch grass dude

Wrassle that beef, Rip!

They don’t stay together when you pull ‘em out either, so get you a trash bag, gloves, and a coupla tall boys.