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The thirtieth of September, two thousand and seventeen

Posted in Daily Pictures on October 4, 2017 by Verge

Yom Kippur at the old digs.

Shit from my Attic II

Posted in Daily Pictures on September 29, 2017 by Verge

today’s finds… more to come

Shit from my Attic

Posted in Daily Pictures with tags on September 29, 2017 by Verge

So, lately I’ve been going through my attic in an attempt to clean it out in anticipation of me and Monica finding our dream home sometime in the next year and getting the hell out of Atco, not because we don’t like it, we actually love our place after ten years of making it our home, but I hate the drive to work and I want to make a change.

When I started clearing out the attic,  it was all the stuff ready at hand, the stuff that I used every single year, like Halloween decorations, and suitcases, and pet carriers. But now that all of that good stuff is packed away and relocated to my storage unit down the street,  I am starting to hit the stuff I haven’t seen in 10 years and it’s got a lot of history in there.  So here’s some pictures of the shit in my attic that I discoverer over the next couple weeks enjoy.

Always Something There

Posted in Daily Pictures on August 16, 2017 by Verge

Key West 2017

Posted in Daily Pictures, Good Times, Vacations on February 13, 2017 by Verge

Just got to Key West with Monika for a four day stay over at a beautiful 100 + year old Bed and Breakfast mansion.  We don’t have a thing planned other that relaxing poolside and going back to Hemingway House to say hello to the kitties.

I just got back from 10 days at the Super Bowl, my second ever, in Houston, Texas, my first time ever.  Since I’ve got some time on my hands, I’ll be blogging at least a few hours a day, and I’m working my way backwards over the last year and a half.

Stay tuned if that’s your thing.

Survival

Posted in Daily Pictures on October 11, 2016 by Verge

He’s doing donuts right now.  He’s going to flip that thing.

Seeing

Posted in Daily Pictures on July 4, 2016 by Verge

When I close my eyes, they burn

and when I open them again, they cry

and perhaps it’s only because of my contacts

but then again, it may be otherwise.

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