…in more of these. I wonder if they’ll deliver by the case?
No snifter needed. Chill. Open. Continue to chill.
It’s a bit of a chore to polish off 24 ounces. But if I must, it’s a sacrifice that I’m willing to make.
Alas, nobody else here presently enjoys a stout. I guess that really just means that I haven’t found the one that she enjoys yet.
When I was a boy, people would say, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Of course, I hadn’t decided — still haven’t. But, often, I’d ultimately say, “Happy.”
“Oh, no, no…” they’d start, condescendingly, “you didn’t understand the question.”
“And I don’t think you understand life.”
I’ve spent a bit of time over the past several days re-reading some of the earlier posts on esthermofet.com.
I’d noticed a few things.
Eh, it’s probably nothing.
Right?
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*I don’t speak very often anymore. I used to jokingly and semi-seriously quip “I have a face for radio!” After about August, 2018, I very much have a voice well-suited to blogging.
**Also, of course, over time, I’d included a few posts from other assorted blogs that my wife and I had while we continued our shared journey with RV Life and Unlocating. We had fromtherv.com and shirleyyoujest.com (don’t go to either, they’re now controlled by squatters), but I captured and imported them here. At some point, I’ll see about tagging those posts so they can be more readily separated.
I should order one in each color. They’ll go quite nicely with at least two of my kilts.
https://store.stillwaterkilts.com/survivalsporran.html
Would be a good way to securely carry many (but not all) of one’s EDC components.
The inevitable reality of life: change.
Sometimes you walk out the door.
Sometimes, you’re pushed.
Either way, it’s change. Embrace it.
the rest of me 