Jeeze. I thought Germany was dark and shadowy and filled with old, crumbling castles on the Rhine. I should get around more, evidently. Or stop reading old WWII novels. (I actually only do that every couple of years). Trying, here, to figure out what my perceptions about Germany are based on. Hansel & Gretel? The Brothers Grimm??? How much are you paying for gas over there now, Sug?
Those Saabs - now I realize that my son's must've been older than yours, although it looked pretty similar - are such boffo-looking little cars. Classy, I mean. He was in his junior year of HS, and had saved 1,800 from his snow shoveling jobs and some other little jobs - oh no, snow shoveling was when he was younger. Seems to me when he got that car, he'd been working for this place called Taylor Rentals (they rented everything from circus tents to popcorn machines to tv's) for a year or more. We - his father and I - matched what he'd saved, and I think the car cost around $3300, so it must've been about ten years old then? It was dark blue - so pretty
. He drove it into a guardrail on the expressway a couple of weeks later during a rainstorm, and pretty much totalled it somehow.
No injuries tho, so THAT was a good thing
.
I got a check in the mail from a private philanthropic foundation for $5,000,000 yesterday. I have repeatedly suggested that these checks be made out to me, personally, but nobody takes me up on it. I must work on perfecting my argument. If somebody would just write me one for a measley million, I could retire, yanno?
The sun is shining through the studio windows (DS & I both have our computers in here). I guess it means we're having yet another cool but sunny day. I guess that means I'll take a bike ride
after work again tonight. (Only missed one day this week because of rain, but went out twice on Saturday). Now I feel guilty if I DON'T go. What have I gotten myself into, anyway???
Have a great day cows! (And Kiwi - remember - wasting days is our prerogative. It's called "free will", dang it! We're not Puritans, are we? I hate it when people feel guilty about wasting time! Who knows it was wasted? Maybe you did some of your best thinking! Maybe you were doing a lot of subconscious processing that even YOU don't know about! WHO says your day was wasted? Certainly not ME - and don't I count???
But isn't it funny the way women today are programmed to feel that they have "wasted" time - or "wasted" a day when they don't feel they've accomplished enough? Again, who sez????? I happen to LOVE days off from work when DH is working, and I can lie about slothfully - reading, sometimes messing around for a while on the 'net, sometimes not doing much of anything. I used to feel that if I was home "sick" or something, I should do extra cleaning, cook a big, elaborate supper, etc., etc. But I noticed that when DH stays home, HE doesn't do any of those things - in fact, he MAKES a mess! SO, why should I have to *accomplish* stuff just because I'm home? Nope, nyet, and uh-uh! Not me. Not anymore!
Okey-dokey. Buh-bye for now!
Ella