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I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member. Groucho Marx
Tough to type as my hands hurt from handling barbed-wire to repair a fence my neighbor’s horses have broken down. Of course they claim it’s a horse other than theirs. I knew those wild horses were going to be trouble. Why one of them even pulled a small tree I was trying to nurture out of the ground and left it on the neighbor’s property. Later I noticed the neighbor threw it back over what’s left of the fence. I bet they’ll like to start a good-neighbor club.
In the meantime, I’m just writing stuff, hoping it accents some space. Personally I could use a little more space. I could use a little more stuff if it’s the right kind, like stuff to repair fences.
There was a bathroom in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey called the Zero Gravity Toilet. With all the crap floating around, I am wondering if this kind of toilet has somehow found its way into our relationships–especially the politics of interactions.