It just now occurred to me after seeing another post...why, when I was a kid and ducked out my bedroom window late at night and stayed gone for days, wasn't the authorities ever notified, or my photograph put on a milk carton?!
See...when one retires...gets old...lives alone...when there's no one left to impress...when there will probably never be anyone to try and impress ever again...when showcasing ones skill, expertise and life savvy is no longer required...no longer mandatory...when the little and not so little castle repairs won't be discovered until after one dies...until someone comes to neatly wrap up the prize possessions...when it's just.......you......one enters a period of great change...a change I call...Fixed Enough For Me...I sense an example is needed...
My coffin is finally disintegrating from old age...a small patch of fabric...a flap, if you will...fell down from the side rest trim and hung there...I fetched my industrial staple gun...held the patch of fabric back up in place and shot a staple in it...
Fixed Enough For Me...
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:) This is the spot I am at now.
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Wow. So true in life
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