As I've mentioned before, I am at that stage of my life when downsizing moves past the option stage. Slowly, I've been bringing things down from the attic and either giving them. or throwing them, away. Honestly, tossing my stuff into the garbage is a last resort. A friend of mine at work has just moved into his first apartment and is pretty much starting out with nothing... and I have all this dinnerware. My days of hosting dinner parties have passed. I no longer feel the need to own 18 place settings. I have no sentimental value for plates, or soup bowls, or wine glasses, and by giving them to him I know they're going to be used.
I saw an interesting opinion about Bernie and how he's in trouble, losing Iowa and barely scratching out a win in New Hampshire. Evidently, in 2016 he was getting 60% of the vote in those states... not anymore. Prepare yourselves for the Bitter Bernie to be revealed, the angry old man who can't stop trying to play the same broken record over, and over, and over again. I do not doubt he's on all sorts of blood thinners to keep from having a heart attack.
For those interested in my progress of the 2nd draft, I am approaching the Bend in the River. In Sunny Rigalito's opening speech, she mentions 'a body being found hung up on the rocks at the bend in the river.' Of course, she's talking about something that happened 100 years ago. So, why do Eli and Max need to go 'the bend in the river?' hhmmmm, well, that's a secret for now.
And finally, I found a flamingo in my bed last night.
Maybe the dogs thought she was tired.
