Took the truck to work Monday and Tuesday this week. It was fun. Day to day, I miss having the power to dictate what happens on the on-ramp. I have to drive the Technical Writing Express like I stole it. There’s nothing below about 4500 RPM.
I remember seeing an anniversary clock at both my mom’s parents’ house and my dad’s father’s house, so I equated it with grandparents. I was fascinated. I’d like to have one now, but most of them are battery-powered (and therefore not “real”), and the ones with an actual movement are rare because hardly anyone makes them because they’re horrible timekeepers, so they’re expensive. So I don’t have one.
My kids’ favorite bands are Kiss and Van Halen. Have I destroyed their ability to musically relate to their peers?
I have six pairs of actively circulating shoes. I’m certain that’s a personal record.