I don't worry about things I can't control, but I do find myself thinking of how I would handle a pandemic, or a zombie apocolypse, or house breaker. PLANNING, I tell you! I might die, but I'll die in the midst of initiating a PLAN. And that is enormously satisfying. I mean, a little irritating, too, because I love it when a plan comes together.
Huh. I could write a funny book about that. Would you buy it? "How to Stop Worrying and Learn to Love the Supernova...Because You're Fucked Anyway? But You Can Totally Possible Survive a Pandemic! If You're Wise. And Really Fucking Lucky."
I'm only kind of joking. I would have a research/planner writegasm.
The sun going supernova, I have no plan for. I need none. So, whatevs. It's been real. See ya!
Beverly-
I would use Buckram for the cap. You might have to shape it a little, or use 2 layers, or get really thick buckram.
There is some infomration re: buckram here:
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Erin, there's totally a market for that book (including me)
Oh! With worksheet pages and actual expert advice and things.
You're on, Erin. You got two confirmed buyers.
Beverly, there's also Lacey's Stiff Stuff - it's used as a base for beading (yes, I know ... we're ALL 12 and snorting like crazy).
And in name confusion, seemingly for a while Jean Simmons and Gene Simmons were getting some of each other's mail (mostly his). Caused some confusion until she realized who it was meant for.
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I am convinced by Gregg Breinberg.
I don't worry for myself at all. I'm not afraid of dying. But I am terrified of leaving my dogs fending for themselves. Relatedly it's my dogs' care that finally got me to sit down and work out a will and post-death finances.
Java is me, totally.
Bartleby's guardians all know who they are and my will provides for him.
It's funny, three people assume that they would be caring for him. So, I know he will be safe, no matter what.
During the house fire last year and earthquake this year, all I grabbed was him and his food.