My father had several bank accounts around town that he didn't tell Mother about--and no one else, for that matter. I'm not sure if she found documents somewhere or if the banks called her once word got around he was dead (a benefit of small towns). We always complained about Daddy being cheap, but I felt bad about it once I realized he was paranoid about saving money. Depression-era parents have their reasons.
But she was naked! And all... articulate!
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Connie Neil - Jan 03, 2017 5:04:12 pm PST #4915 of 30002
brillig
sarameg - Jan 03, 2017 5:16:24 pm PST #4916 of 30002
I'm wearing an ice grey collared fleece, zipped up. My still brunette hair tucked in a headband with a touch of poof.
In the reflection in the (needs to be cleaned) kitchen window, I saw Leila from ESB on Hoth. And it made me smile. My childhood makebelieve was often Star Wars, and I always was bosslady, Leila. She was my preferred character growing up. And her portrayer was a force.
Funny, I haven't really thought much about her death, but that moment in the window. Thanks, dad and Carrie, for giving me Leila.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 03, 2017 5:36:53 pm PST #4917 of 30002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Would that my Depression-era parents had ever learned to squirrel away money. They're very thrifty about wasted food, however!
brenda m - Jan 03, 2017 6:05:51 pm PST #4918 of 30002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
My great aunt had 20k or so in uncashed checks stashed around. Most of them long past being valid. She had a pension and other income, so I'm glad at least that she wasn't struggling while having all that lying around.
meara - Jan 03, 2017 7:58:20 pm PST #4919 of 30002
Agh. I got a gift from one of the people who sorta reports to me. Not even one of the ones I feel like I have a bit of rapport with! People! Don't gift up!! Now what do I do? Get her an awkward belated gift?? And then maybe have to get one for everyone? Ugh.
hippocampus - Jan 04, 2017 1:51:45 am PST #4920 of 30002
not your mom's socks.
belated job~ma Jesse!
36 hours to go in this project and then I get Hamilton. This is not a drill. I can do this.
{i hate all my words, my words are broken, what day is it?}
Jesse - Jan 04, 2017 2:44:15 am PST #4921 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Almost Hamilton Day, apparently!!!
meara, ugh, that is super awkward. I think at this point you can safely pretend it never happened.
msbelle - Jan 04, 2017 5:07:19 am PST #4922 of 30002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Meara - if you ever see the person in person, take them to lunch.
Tom Scola - Jan 04, 2017 5:10:04 am PST #4923 of 30002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
You guys, the Second Avenue Subway is here, and I just rode it to get from therapy to work! I saved ten minutes, and I didn't have to ride the motherfucking 4/5/6 trains!
meara - Jan 04, 2017 5:11:12 am PST #4924 of 30002
Sadly I don't see her in person--she lives in Louisiana. I've never even met her!
I don't want to be awake. I am really hating the late sunrises. A lot.