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I have this exact model and I used mine today - for a craft project. Not for melting a seam on a bag of chips. Weeee!
I have been plagued by so called “courtesy calls” the past few weeks. My car was in the shop so I had to get a rental car. Every damn day I had that rental car, I’d get a call from Enterprise who would give me a courtesy call. “Hi Debora, how’s the car working out?” It probably translates to “Hi Debora, have you wrecked our car today?” Hmmm, that’s right, I totaled the car and I guess I should’ve called. A call from them every damn day.
This week, I’m doing a written survey (I think they get mad if you talk about it) and they give me a courtesy call everyday as well. Again translating to, “Hi Debora, are you writing the shit down or are you fucking it up?” Medica has been calling wondering if I’m going to change my insurance plan. My insurance company has been calling me too, repeatedly, if I have any questions on my insurance. No I don’t. I was wondering if the insurance bill was totally overdue – it won’t be overdue for a month. A courtesy to whom, I may ask, because all these damn calls are not a courtesy for me. It’s a pain in the ass.
David Husom is a Minnesota and Wisconsin based photographer whose large format color documentary photography of vernacular architecture and landscape has been exhibited throughout the US and in Japan. See photo above.I was joking with James (after spending the evening talking with many photographers at the exhibition) that he should find some sculptors to play with. "Go out and play with your sculptor friends honey." He'd probably come back with welding burns or he'd be crying because some bad sculptor stole an awl or something.
W. Pringle Rodman is my eye doctor (a really good one) and I can't find any of his black and white photos.
It's easier to just drink. Not to have to deal with food. Sugar, alcohol digest fast. Other stuff - not so fast. Sad. I do sing that Led Zep song from time to time. 12 steps - yeah right to shelf where my liquid courage is.
I work for my boyfriend. Selling ice cream. Mostly it works out o.k. I can take direction from him and no other coworker. And I can get free ice cream. So we're watching t.v. last night. On the bottom of the screen there's the work and school closings because it will be -20º in the morning. Not wind chill, actual temperature. So I ask him if I should watch for Big Bell Ice cream to be closed. There are only a few of us - not a whole factory. We work in big drafty warehouse along with a 3000 sq ft freezer. Yesterday, it was pretty painful. I had a two space heaters on, but they were not doing the trick. Today, James' brother (who's in the military) said it was too cold to be in the office. So James told me to take the day off. So I have to spend the day at home, in my PJs in 73º comfort. Bummer!
I ate a big meal last night. And I just didn't want to wear anything tight - so I grabbed the pajamas James left at my house. They are really big on me - but they were comfy. James is a social butterfly and in my dreams (while wearing those PJs) I was as well. I seemed to see almost every one of my friends last night while dreaming. I woke up trying to remember everyone who starred in my dreams. Old friends I haven't thought of in years, dead friends. It was fun.
I wanted to buy some Dom Perignon, so I went to my favorite liquor store and asked if they had any. They did. $160 a bottle. I decide to ask the guy if it's dry or sweet. I forgot that's it's a really dry champagne. Yuck. My dad grew up drinking Manischewitz wines and when he had his first glass of dry wine - he spit it out. So to make up for his ignorant years, he drinks the driest wine he can find. I'm somewhere in the middle.
There's a sweeter champagne type wine a Spumante Frizzante that's sweeter and cheaper. So I got that. And some scotch. And some organic rum. I can celebrate all sorts of ways.