Assignment: Geometric shape. Well, this is round. It is also abandoned, but that was a couple of weeks ago. I conduct my hunt in my files. The was our old commercial washing machine, replaced during the remodel, and abandoned in the parking lot. I took a series of OLD AND NEW photos during the remodel. The new washing machine is also round, but its photo did not come out.
Nothing charming nor photogenic about this entry. I'm just playing the game to keep my "hand in".
Mavarin muses about memory. Makes me wonder why all that stuff stays in there, long after it is useless. Why do we hum "Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Mayer weiner" when obviously we do not.
My very educated Mother just sat upon nine pillows. One thing to remember it and another to know what it was for. I wonder.
True vigins make dull companions will set your boat straight somehow. St. Wapniacl will tell you the members of President Roosevelt's cabinet. Quickly we educate rapid typists, yet, understand, I order practice will help you type.
My phone number in 1937 was 935-M. M meant two rings, but one ring was for somebody else on the party line. You could listen in, but they were a pretty dull family so you didn't bother, often. In 1923 I lived at 612 Alpine Drive in Beverly Hills though it was not known as 90210.
My mind is filled with such stuff. No wonder I once forgot my Grandson's name.
Sorry, Marshall, I hope you understand.
John Scalzi asks us to show our stash of pocket change. We all have one. They grow and grow. Once I let one grow to over $300. Then I moved. It took three days of wrapping and trips to the bank, and I still had a carton of coins to move.
The stash in the picture was gathered from around the apartment, a cup o' coins here, a coffee can there. I'm not going to count it. I'm not going to spend it either. Too much trouble. I used to let the grandchildren dig into it and pocket as much as they could hold in their hands. But they're too big for that nowadays. (Their hands are too big, too.)
John asks what he should do with his stash. I'd say, keep it, put it in a bigger can, and then a shoe box, and then a trunk if need be. Let the grandchildren dig into it. Think how big a pile there will be when he has grandchildren.
You can't spend it until you count and wrap it, and that's more trouble than it's worth.
Money is such a burden.
The LOTTO machine at the market was broken. I don't know whether
I gained $2
that the machine would not take, or
I lost $17,000,000
the prize I have no chance of winning.
I have just found my soul mate. There she is, half my age, a continent away, Krissy Fisher. She says in her journal Sometimes I think, that her favorite cereal is grits. Until I read that I was the only person I knew who liked grits.
But let's call 'em by the name they are called in the south: "gree-uts", spoken as a two syllable word. What are they, we have been asked. I'd say they are "cream of wheat", mush, made with corn.
Some folks eat 'em with milk and sugar, but we purists eat 'em with butter. But if you live in the north or west of this wonderful country, fugeddabodit. You just won't find 'em.
Now, Krissy, it may be too much to hope for, but do you like Parsnips? Hot buttered parsnips. Oh, my, ambrosia.
Money Magazine says accountants are the most needed college trainees.
I had always wanted to be a news or newsreel photographer. In high school I established a school newsreel with an 8mm camera and showed it in the school auditorium. Oh, how I would have loved a video camera. They weren't to be invented for thirty years.
I was wounded in WWII and I had to re-examine my career choice. I figured a one-legged school teacher would do better in his profession than a one-legged newsreel photographer.
So I was an okay teacher. I used photography in my teaching as much as I could making aids, and class projects. But my heart was in photography.
I often wonder what if I had gone ahead with my original plan. It might have worked out anyway.
Accounting has nothing with this entry. A good school teacher should have noticed that.
