And I'm beginning to feel the knots forming in my shoulders.
Stuff. We live with too much of it. It will all end up as garbage at some point anyway.
Well, I've got more garbage to pack away before I ship out.
I can see the headlines now:
Rustling themselves from sloven summer slumbers, the words "back to school" lay heavy on the college-bound tongues of our youth. In suburban America, where the spending and waste of early August is justified by a need to have the coolest deluxe duvet in the dorms, our reporters found Fae Thurston* ransacking the shelves at her local Target store.
"Yeah, I'm spending my parents money, but I think they'll understand that at this point in a girl's life, it's time she does her own shopping. "
The independence of the dorms, according to Fae, still holds ties of dependence to "Daddy's checkbook."
Her running total for dorm paraphernalia was $3,542.82.
Her parents...
[Story continued on D5]
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I'm still not sure when my sleeping patterns will begin to smooth themselves out. I woke up at 6:50 again today, so my bike got a little early-morning rendezvous.
On the bright side, I saw a beaver this morning from the lovely view my bicycle purveys.
Does your car furnish furry woodland creature cameos? I didn't think so.
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