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I had a very close relative die in the summer and it’s kind of broken me too, as self-centred as it sounds when they’re the one who died, but I gotta try and move on a bit. Hoping to catch up on reading soon, especially the new halloween story jam you’ve got going on.
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JayDee, I've never chatted with you, though I've often come away better-informed by your posts, and grateful to you. Sorry to hear you've lost a close one. All the best to you JayDee.
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Not fiction, this happened in my house recently--
It was a dark and stormy night, in a great big house. Thunderclouds had swirled down from the north and were dumping the rain.
On the phone I had just talked with Jenny--who, with our son, was out-of-state on their road trip to see a massive museum.
I was in my recliner sitting quietly a moment because I was ready to go to bed. The dark filled every room, all but disregarding a few puny battery-powered candles: Left the only soul in the house, I was downshifting for sleep.
Power briefly flashed out. The kitchen clock winked--otherwise I wouldn't have missed power, since I'd already had the lights out.
But over the din of the pounding storm, I made out some grating noises and then--footfalls. In our bedroom, over my head.
In my mind I inventoried what had caused this big house to creak like that from time to time. Creaking I could explain, yeah.
But there were also the little dull impacts.
Unmistakably, movement upstairs. It sounded exactly like Jenny getting out of bed and walking across the floor--a sound I knew well from repetition, having heard it here above my head-- sometimes every morning in a week--yes indeed: footfalls !
But with Jenny in Ohio, then: who?
The noise was, beyond my doubt now, a presence upstairs. I froze to stone not wanting to be detected—trying to reassure myself thinking: It’s the noise of the storm—that’s nothing upstairs !
And when would that Nothing--responsible for what almost was starting to sound like distant angry bangs and thumps--descend the stairs, coming this way?
Starting to hear my heart in my ears, I mentally rejoined the presence by trying to reduce it to some mundane cause I knew--finding it nuts--
Because nobody--especially in a pounding storm--breaks into the TOP floor, while rain slides off the roof and sheets down windows.
Over the roar of the storm, I finally caught a distinctive sound: A plastic case, wheels on an axle jarring with an impact.
Our vacuum 'droid was loose.
I'd been petrified by what I found to have been the noise of his slamming into furniture like a drunken bad actor who hadn't rehearsed his action scene.
The power spike had jolted his dumb plastic butt right off the battery charger.
And in the dark and fury of the storm, he was--
VACUUMING.
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Oh no ! I think I've joined one of those companies where they'll expect me to like--DO STUFF for that wage.
That must mean I didn't make the c-suite.
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And on this note: As the whole group videoconvened, I reached--behind the laptop--rummaging for my dollar-store glasses.
I hear "Uh, Rick ? It's not that kind of meeting !"
And I realize in reaching behind, I had panned the monitor (with built-in cam) downward.
I'm glad I dress head-to-toe for a workday !
Because I wouldn't have chosen to uh...exhibit that zone on a Hallmark.
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so my favorite book author has a tiktok and she gave me the great idea based off of her recent tiktok about women faking ‘oreos’ lol so fingers crossed i can produce something to stop this dry spell! lol
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When I was a kid, every night I would chow down on those tuxedo-ish cookies after dinner.
But I’m just dense—I never perceived their vast orgasmic potential. Closest I came was cocking a funny look at that lady in the commercial when she started moaning—then imagined her naked. But at 15 there was only a limited set of women I would not picture naked. It was what my day was for.
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Oh no ! I think I've joined one of those companies where they'll expect me to like--DO STUFF for that wage.
That must mean I didn't make the c-suite.
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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In an hour here I report to work, first day new job--maybe I'm a tad tense. Mind going a hundred miles an hour. Random story chosen to channel my energy--
So in Austin I was a college kid walking the nude beach (yup, literally miles of beach in the heart of Texas. Hippie Hollow). I was passing a cluster of camped-out folks.
Some bubba in a power boat zoomed closer for a look--and his engine stalled--with him drifting broadside fast toward our promontory. He could get beached, or his hull could take an unforgiving poke from the terrain.
Guess what made me grin at this memory is--awww, all us naked people scrambled to the edge of the knee-high cliff to help, humanly buffering the gap and giving a shove so he wouldn't end up with his favorite toy scuffed.
Well, he'd wanted a look !
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Yeah it is, huh?
I like how the girls don't shave the pyramid ! (was just listening to an Egyptian comedienne)
Bubba never said a word, didn't even toss a thank-you back when he got going. We were grumbling about that. I think he was just processing too much for that particular brain.
But his eyes had shone wide as ping-pong balls even as he frenetically wriggled the controls ( I think his eye contact was mostly with us !).
I wonder if he'd known that part of the lake shore was a nude beach.
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Changing jobs. Wife insisted I take a week off between.
What happens when I get time off: By midweek now I’m so beat I can’t hit the gym one MORE day, I have to take time off from that too.
Hmm—too much time—if my hand can only reach
—ah! My espresso martini.
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Changing jobs. Wife insisted I take a week off between.
What happens when I get time off: By midweek now I’m so beat I can’t hit the gym one MORE day, I have to take time off from that too.
Hmm—too much time—if my hand can only reach
—ah! My espresso martini.
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So, just when I think things are settling down, and life is beginning to approach normal once more, my car decides to die. This is not simply a case of spending a week with its favorite mechanic. Oh, no. This is a case of the computer no longer talking to any of its sensors, resulting in a very large paperweight that looks quite a bit like a Jeep.
The daft one and I are going car shopping tomorrow. Hide the whiskey... -
I know it’s automated and generic, but I still like the birthday cake Bing made me.
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That is one celestial-looking cyber birthday cake. Happy birthday !
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