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• #Nola curved space time beer upgrade

Good times and others, and always transitions.Īfter we ended our conversation, lightning shared time and space with heavy thunderous clouds drenching the receptive ground with water. I recalled Geri, our personnel manager, watching me vomit when I was pregnant, thinking I was dying of divorce. That afternoon after having read and listened to two books, I made a vibrant, colorful mahimahi dinner with pineapple, red pepper, and mango, intuitively appropriate for my next caller-from Miami.Īgain, the heavens opened and cleansed the parched earth with heavy rains. She reminded me of the hardworking, responsibility-taking, always-there human being I am, which, in this time of amnesia, was quite helpful and restorative, as justice ought to be.Īfter our conversation, I’d felt as if I’d dropped a 10-pound shit and was ready to start taking sustenance again. Quite a renowned artist herself, Nola vindicated me through our conversation about recent events that had left me underwhelmed.

This friend of 26 years went to high school with sculptor Dale Chihuly, famed glass blower (vs. Sometimes I wonder.ĭuring my morning therapy session, my daily check-in with nature, the reality that keeps me sane (my hike), I talked with my galfriend in Tacoma. Yippee, I thought, this is why God sent me to Earth, so I can clean up others’ messes. Good thing for two carpet shampooers, since dog puke was what I saw. Wild ’n’ fun was the remainder of the eve, when alas! Saturday greeted me six hours later with slime. The iced tea flowed and so did water from the heavens.

I then introduced her to a lady whom she’d seen walking her dogs. Though Rebecca had never been to Johnny’s, she knowingly greeted a fellow parent, whose child attended the same school as my now-social, maybe-not-so-shy-after-all girlfriend’s daughter. Johnny Nolan is a guy who’s been serving me since 1989 at the Ritz. Let’s start with some fun.įriday I escorted my down-in-the-dumps neighbor to my favorite towny pub, Johnny’s. I might be a geek, but is a person’s ingenuity continually required when using a single piece of software? ’Twould be cool to use something for a spell without a glitch.

#Nola curved space time beer upgrade

What an exciting few days ending with a somber canceling of a date with Angie and a simultaneous message to my client, “Microsoft, oh, Microsoft, it’s a good thing Bill Gates started a foundation, or I'd be really upset with him.” Why does Word have to be a necessary evil? Cannot all their social-disease-like bugs be vanquished, and can they not cease their busybody, ADHD upsets, aka upgrades? What a misnomer upgrade is for them.