My father dealt with the discomfort by falling asleep.
I'd forgotten about all the free love, 1970's sex stuff. I'd chosen it for all its warm, fuzzy, family overcomes difficulty and differences stuff.
I've been trying to live without my giant backpack. It's easier in winter with lots of pockets. Currently, this is my idea of traveling light.
lip balm
perpetually dry lips
wallet
to pay for stuff, if I really have to
camera
maybe something will catch my eye
phone
I'm not sure why. I don't talk to people.
IPod Touch
my new shiny device!
catnip
fer kittehs
gloves
it's February
Barts is one good place to meet with an old friend.
It's a friendly, local coffee shop with great ice cream and other good food. There's Wi-Fi and the work of local artists on the walls. It's right in the middle of Greenfield. In view of the main bus stop in town, it's an ideal meeting place.
St Peter's Cream Stout
dark malty beers
I worry about my potential as an alcoholic. I guess I'm not but I can be a damn sloppy drunk. One thing that restrains this vice is my wallet. I'm cheap but the beer I like ain't.
I read about it.
I believe building muscle and bone mass are vital to a long healthy life. I always thought it would be cool if I could get big in a muscular kind of way but have not been inclined to do what it takes to get toned even - at least not very consistently.
funny, undemanding, 1968, Peter Sellers -- it's a playful, visually pleasing romp.
