the arm, i mean... in spite of the crankiness and loneliness and kvetching and the aching that the cold brings... the arm is getting a little better every day... shades of the pink panther syndrome inspires laughter even as the body ages and aches more... even as nobody cares (i don't mean you, i mean around me in the immediate physical world)... we are all so busy with life, working ourselves to death, who has time to really spend the time with someone to know them and actively care, after all... sad, but that's the culture...
and then there's the car... bummer... cheap american rubber and plastic... it is a shame that this country that once lead the world in reliable products not produces such crap... cutting corners to create planned obsolescence and leave average the consumer constantly trying to catch up with new bills and with no option but to live in relative poverty (very relative compared to 90% of the world) or live off the map entirely...
is it time to come out of the shoebox and address the me inside?...
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