What the hell does that mean anyway? If you had one arm, I'm all for you overcoming and whatnot, but this just seems like an invitation to annoyance. Hanging wallpaper? This is a two arm job, man. At least. I've watched my 5'2" mother do it and I should think it's also at least a 5'10", two armed person who has an assistant's job.
Regardless, that's what I am these days. Work, house, rehearsal. Lather, rinse, repeat. As a result, my current state of posting will diminish beyond it's current sporadic nonsense sharing. But, you never know. I'm posting now, aren't I?
Before I go, here's some things I've seen and noted over the last few days:
1. There's a man in my office's neighborhood that drives somewhere every morning in his OLD white BMW with his boxer sitting in the front seat next to him. Each time I've seen them toolin' about, both are intently focused on the road ahead.
2. Someone two nights ago decided that it would be appropriate to rev up the circular saw at 11pm. To everyone: this is not an appropriate time no matter what you have to saw and regardless of the urgency of said sawing.
3. Steel drum music is hard to find. That's probably for the best.
4. I saw the old gondolier woman again. She walks around the Central West End with her walking stick and sorta pushes off the pavement with each step. As a result, her languid ambulation looks like she's floating about in a gondola. I keep hoping one day she'll wear a striped shirt.
5. I'm eating breakfast these days.
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