I would order a cab.
His cabs are no longer in biz due to UBER and LYFT.
Competition.
Rem said he would help me out, drive me there and back.
The last time I took Bux-Mont was for the funeral of Denis Hazam. The driver had no idea where he was going and my stomach was swirling in panic.
Scott and I watched the PBS Evening News and learned how Trump is ruining Syria. From the Washington Post
Oct. 14, 2019 at 4:35 p.m. EDT
●Turkish-backed rebels have begun a push to retake the northern city of Manbij, which has long been a flash point.
●American troops are still in Manbij but are making preparations to depart, U.S. official says.
●The specific terms of the deal between the Syrian government and Kurdish officials remain uncertain with the two sides offering different descriptions of how much autonomy the Kurds would retain.
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Hold on while I get more DIPPERS, by Snyders.
Printed out three pages of passcodes, but then noticed there are two more pages on the floor here.
Will do them tonight, upstairs.
All passcodes must be erased. Simply keep the hard copy originals. One for upstairs, the other for downstairs.
Watched Upstairs, Downstairs on TCM last night. Here is the vulnerable young teacher played by Sandy Dennis, dead at 45 of ovarian cancer.
This is a woman of 45 who created her own life in only 45 years.
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Looked up the word dementia last night. How does it feel inside yourself to have it and then when it gets worse.
Visited Eileen next door today as she was unusually quiet yesterday, I thought, when her companion was there. I wanted to make sure she was communicating.
Of course I wrote about the death of my Second Home pal, Burt, a few blogspots ago. You donna expecta me to find em, do ya??
Nay, I couldn't find it.
I did find it as I entered ONE WORD into my search engine: YACHT.
Wonder if there's ever been a novel written by someone with encroaching Alz or the like.
Yes! Author Sam Sheppard wrote a true slim volume about his own.
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I told Scott I wouldn't be lonesome when he was leaving for the train at 7:20 PM, but I wanted someone to talk to.
MY BLOG!
Shall we write about it?
Our deepest thoughts reside there
an easy exercise while eating chips
and watching strobe lights in honor
of Halloween blink up to the planets.
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