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Just Writing
Let’s start with this. Would you make fun of someone who stutters? Of course you wouldn’t! That would be like hitting a guy in a wheel chair, right? I like writing. I am as good as I am, and that’s that. Popeye said that, right? Not quite verbatim. The things I like to write about… Well, my life, kind of, sort of. My life sorted through the visions of other people’s visions of life, Like Water for Chocolate, and other people’s blogs, like Kayla (linked under the picture.) True, I don’t know Kayla, I just read a blog. Kind of like you’re reading this?
LIFE ISN’T COMPLETELY RANDOM
I have had a nap today. Yes, I am that old. I am also in less of a mood than when writing earlier today, so not completely pessimistic about this whole living on Earth as a human thing… It has its moments, right? Also, I just ended my nightly skype session with my son.
Conversations with son is illuminating and funny. I asked a question. There was a long pause. I asked what the pause was about. He said he had to text a friend. He texted ‘okay.’ I asked, “you took a two minute pause to text ‘okay?’” He laughed. I laughed. I offered something random like eating diamonds in Minecraft. He said no, I upped it to sandwich. He adamantly vetoed my gold diamond sandwich idea. I did end up chipping a tooth on the diamond and then I…
