Visceraman1 - Joshua Lopez

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My friend .. yesterday afternoon, I called the little lady prior to my
departure from work, she had two items of interest. The first and lesser
was, dad is attending a funeral in Farmington, he is going to stop by
after the service so don't stop at the store .. come straight home. The
second and far more interesting, a box was delivered to our home, with a
return address in Tucson. I replied, "if it has holes punched in it, DO
NOT OPEN IT (!,) send it back." My field of vision broadened, my arrector
pili muscles relaxed, my heart rate slowed, as she assured me the box had
no holes ... I started feeling excited (how life can change in moments.)
The drive home was rather normal, perhaps a bit of personal debate on when
I should fuel Mr. Ed., windows up with air conditioning or windows down ..
since I didn't have my hair banded, I went with up and air ... fuel later.
Upon my arrival home, I was greeted by my faithful Ernie (he waits for me
in the driveway,) we went inside. This reminds me .. Kay called in sick
again. Pleasantries were exchanged between Teg and myself, and then
(trumpets from on high) we opened the box. Very strong work on the Betty
Crocker set, I will now include an "H" in Esther's (Sam Weller) name since
you are now the champion of the ether (you need to think to get it.) I am
now having Dr. Parks forward your resume to Sam Weller Books, I have
included my recommendation. The quest for Betty was the only challenge I
have/had to offer (sorry,) how to fuck did you do that? Did you get a set
for yourself? By now the contents (of the box) were sorted and on our
laps. Ernie thanks you for his new box, he spent the evening in it, not on
me (I want my cat back!) Ernie gives the scent of you babies the nod of
approval. Should I contrive another paragraph ... naaa! Teg (big smile on
her face) started fumbling through tissue paper, this looks like Grandma
she said, Gert I replied (looking over her shoulder, knowing it wasn't,)
noooooo grandma Gunn she said wisely. Hummm, I have never seen a picture
of her that young, I wonder who it really is (me)? Alas, more charms and
the canvas materialized (it was like 30 years of life wrapped up in a few
minutes,) she became suspicious of me. "Now I know what she was doing with
the Diamond Glaze stuff," "this is mom and me," "ooowww, mom and dad," she
said whilst the sound of tissue diminished. "How did they get these
pictures" she asked, "how to fuck would I know, maybe they found them in
the ether with the cookbook." To borrow a soccer phrase, scooooooorrre ...
thanks Jeri, I suspect the little lady will speak more on her own behalf
on this matter. Thank you also for the books, I have set my Orwell aside,
and will start "A CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES," the book report may be a bit
longer than a week away. The sauce awaits, perhaps on anything/everything
this evening.

I would like to offer up a bit more information on grandma Gunn, she axed
up a baby grand piano when she found out grandpa Gunn had had a dalliance
... they ultimately stayed together (their lives make a lot of fodder for
drinking stories.) The grandma Gunn that I knew didn't look like a person
that would ax a piano, but the one in the picture sure does ... I loved
her.

Thanks again!

Where's the list of books read?

The only list that's kept is at the library website. I will say that one of the books that appears on the list (it's updated since I made this entry), isn't really a book to be read in it's entirety (I don't think), that would be The Bread Bible. I've only made one loaf out of it so far, and will have to start working the Xerox machine at work before I have to return it. I can't think of a way to have work buy the book for me...

I saw your Venezuelan Doctor friend the other day. Either he forgot to put on his lifts, or he's shrinking.

I'm a little rusty, but I think this might help:

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Young Mr. Lopez,

You will hear from me next week .. by then, perhaps I will have email. Computers are teaching your gereration lessons in patience that my ilk were deprived of (I could ax this f'n thing.) As I look upon the world from the spirit realm, I shall be expecting less war. Have a wonderful weekend.

Peace and flowers

If only Tom knew what he was putting you through Kerry. Well...if I was stationed at the UU Facility, that might truly put your patience skills to the test.

Here Here!

But Kerry would take you off my hands and I would be able to unwind with Tig, our bottle of wine and crafting supplies spread out before us!

True, and every morning I could let Kerry know that there's ribbon/leaves/cotton fluffs/etc stuck in his beard. (Just to the left of the cheese from the Taco Time burrito)

True, but, you've been waking with little tuffts stuck to your head as well.

So him with ribbon and leaves and cheese, me with tufts stuck to stubble and both pulling wads of Jeri hair from our wallets, hard boiled eggs etc.