I have received no comments from anyone regarding my Christmas situation and a potential hug from the unnamed chickenshit. Oh, well, it was my chickenshit way of handling an uncomfortable situation when neither one of us enjoys confrontational events. I am told by Hyphen that I suck at confrontation, harkening back to the days when I loved to engage in confrontational behaviors, say twenty years ago, gang aft agley. But now confrontation is not a strong suit, although I am very good at sitting and stewing. Hence a tendency to passive aggressive behavior.
The painter last night gave me a good price and I told him painting would commence when I closed on the new house. (Sending positive vibes...okay, don't yell). Sending positive vibes to the universe, hoping that the earnest monies will soon be requested for the house.
I did joint a synagogue recently and plan on going to a show in the Detroit area in December. Old Jews Telling Jokes. Looking forward to going with Gastric or just by myself. But with Gastric would be more fun. A nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
So, I am prone to rambling right now. So off to lunch I go.
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