Oh my gosh. I really can’t help but laugh sometimes at the weather reality of where I live.
It’s that time, for another swish book. This one decidedly swings towards the reflective and melancholy as the Fall ends and Winter begins to take hold.
“Sometimes I want a quiet life. Other times I want to go a little bit f**king Gatsby” – Atticus
…”it’s f**king freezing” weather.
So for a while now, I’ve been dealing with a physical issue. One that has caused me chronic pain, and is not fun. As part of the healing plan, I’ve been guzzling liters and liters of water and herbal teas.
It’s that day of shopping days. That day where you go and fight and get those deals. And add all to cart.
Watching a short video about social media, the question the speaker asked was, “when people come to your page, do they feel better or worse?” He was talking about the constant push of ads, and the consumerism mentality.
“The special kind of boredom from which modern urban populations suffer is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of Earth.” Bertrand Russell
Thrift shops, donations bins, charity shops, charity sales, etc. etc. Whatever you want to name them, they don’t have the same high brow ring as ‘Vintage Shop.’ But who the f**k cares?
Well thus far it’s been a highly interesting Autumn here. Lots of rain, and wetness, not a lot of the leaves crunching under foot and sunshine.
