Zen-Den and I were opening snail mail while standing at the kitchen counter. I’d received a calendar from the Audubon Society whose mission is “to protect birds and the places they need.”
I didn’t ask for this calendar, it was just there, mailed to me, specifically– like many calendars are this time of year. Z-D doesn’t get unsolicited calendars like I do, but me? I got choices.
2020 will not go unnoticed.
Anyhow, Z-D glanced over to see what I was looking at. He saw what I had in my hand and asked: “Are you a member of the Audubon Society?”
I said: “No. The calendar just came in the mail.”
He said: “Why?”
I said: “Because this is what happens in September. Unsolicited calendars appear like manna from heaven.”
He said: “What’s the calendar look like?”
I started to show him the Audubon calendar, holding up each page that features a different endangered bird. I thought he might like to see them.
However after three bird photos he cut me off saying:
“OK, I get it. You got a free calendar with pictures of birds not fat enough to eat. Lucky you.”
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This is trippy.
I was on Twitter reading some comments when I thought I recognized a handle from someone who’d had a blog back around 2007.
It wasn’t the same person, but it got me thinking about bloggers who were part of my daily life 12-15 years ago, so I started looking for these long-lost bloggers.
Most of their blogs were either deleted or abandoned.
However for the heck of it on one of the abandoned blogs, Chasing Daisy, I stopped to read a post, then I clicked on the comments.
There in the comment section was a comment I wrote over 12 years ago.
It’s a comment gleaned from my own personal experiences in which I talk about how people can bug you. It’s a comment that I believe still rings true. Yep, I said it then and I say it now:
“Just when you think that they can’t get any dumber, they do.”
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Zen-Den and I were shopping at a large outlet mall, an outside one on about an acre of land.
Lots of walking. Lots of people.
Good deals everywhere.
As we were moseying along, me staring in all the store windows, him guiding me along so that I didn’t bump into anyone or anything, I got grumbly with him.
He kept telling me where the stores were. The stores had large signs that I could read but he kept calling out their names like a disembodied voice on a subway line.
Finally I asked him why he was doing this. He said:
“It’s my job to point out the stores to you. It’s your job to judge them harshly. That’s how it works with us.”
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