Replacing the much lamented 'On My Mind' profile option, this thread is for musings, jottings, whimsies, preoccupations and the rest of the thesaurus for anyone to jot down anything they please.
I can't remember what the maximum character count was before, can anyone else? But anyway it wasn't very many so let's keep to that.
Yeah, you all are experiencing a horrific heat wave.
This weekend is her and husband's anniversary, so her plan is to dump his ashes. She actually just started maybe getting her feet on the ground. I feel so bad for her
Cwillie, SMH, it's crazy the cost of things. We stopped eating out for the most part, saving that for vacation and travel. I don't know how so many people spend money to eat out.
And... when the heck did milk get to be over $6?
If it's as bad as they say, I'm not sure if we have ever had it this bad here. Maybe a day here or there but this is not going to be fun.
It will be interesting if we break records
Haven’t seen it. There have been so many shows that don’t get the vibe of New Orleans. Locals laugh at the way the media has portrayed us. The dialect is usually wrong.
Have you watched it? If so, what did you think of the show?
Prayers and well wishes sent your way.
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And for are other conversations, I'm a bit liberal minded for my country farm town. But someone has to to be. 😆
It happens, I'm not suprised.
My brother, a gay man, was born in 1935.
The changes he saw in his lifetime were AMAZING to him.
He lived to 2020, and saw so much. He entered the Army as a gay man, and I have to tell you that Gay-dar (taken from radar) was a real thing. A gay man knew a gay man at once unless very closeted. They did just fine on his Oklahoma base. He was truly well accepted, but he was always such a fine man. They called him "the Banker" because he was such a saver that he sent home most of his check to be saved but still could front money to those out of funds near payday (interest free loans).
Coming home he moved into the big city of Chicago, and as a young suited professional he had gay friends a plenty. In that day and age almost all of them had women friends who posed as wives for those who "needed wives" (bankers, lawyers, some other professionals in corporate world).
He came to the Castro of San Francisco when the Castro was the CASTRO. I lived in SF also and we stared down the aids crisis together, he a gay man, me a nurse.
Before he died my brother got to see a gay man run for President without a whole lot of fuss or muss.
The times they are achangin, and like my old Irish nurse always said, they change one coffin at a time. I am 81 and have finally reached the times of it's all too much for me with the whole "how do you wish to identify today". Even my daughter is saying "but it isn't even correct GRAMMAR all the these, thems, and theys.
But there you are, my coffin's popping up any moment now! The world will just keep changing. Of that we can be certain.
It's very much like another officer I know off, that's never been married never had even a gf and travels alot. It's just sad