Great think piece for a gray moody day. January is the worst except for February. Thank you I needed that. I am going out even though I also want to just lay down and veg. We will see what awe I observe.
As for amazing, you may recall that in the major motion picture, Peggy Sue Got Married, she is a wife and mother who jumps back into her high school body. How wonderful see things fresh. She laughs and laughs when her father brings home a new model car and it's a new, now infamous, Edsel
As for cars, yesterday I time jumped into my current body and went, "What? What am I doing in a space car? Why is the odometer over in the centre of the dashboard, and why is a computer screen number instead of a good reliable needle in a circle? Why are there no buttons for a dashboard radio? Maybe, ha-ha, I get music by space satellite! Amazing.
I look at my hand: Same old scar, it's me all right. I'm wearing a parka. But instead of being a conservative dull monotone, or cool but dull army camouflage, it's mostly yellow with reeds and bullrushes. What, did I take up duck hunting? Or maybe I wanted make sure everybody would know I had no fantasies of being in the US Marine Corps.
I guess in the future I'm rich, because the car was obviously bought new, instead of my usual used car where I saved a few bucks by getting a reliable manual transmission. That's a wonder.
I gaze through the wind screen. The mountains of the Pacific Northwest are gone, and the land is flat, flat, flat. I must have left "home sweet home" for the Great Plains to have a job to be filthy rich. I mean, why else would I leave? Maybe I drink champagne and smoke cigars now.
Great think piece for a gray moody day. January is the worst except for February. Thank you I needed that. I am going out even though I also want to just lay down and veg. We will see what awe I observe.
As for amazing, you may recall that in the major motion picture, Peggy Sue Got Married, she is a wife and mother who jumps back into her high school body. How wonderful see things fresh. She laughs and laughs when her father brings home a new model car and it's a new, now infamous, Edsel
As for cars, yesterday I time jumped into my current body and went, "What? What am I doing in a space car? Why is the odometer over in the centre of the dashboard, and why is a computer screen number instead of a good reliable needle in a circle? Why are there no buttons for a dashboard radio? Maybe, ha-ha, I get music by space satellite! Amazing.
I look at my hand: Same old scar, it's me all right. I'm wearing a parka. But instead of being a conservative dull monotone, or cool but dull army camouflage, it's mostly yellow with reeds and bullrushes. What, did I take up duck hunting? Or maybe I wanted make sure everybody would know I had no fantasies of being in the US Marine Corps.
I guess in the future I'm rich, because the car was obviously bought new, instead of my usual used car where I saved a few bucks by getting a reliable manual transmission. That's a wonder.
I gaze through the wind screen. The mountains of the Pacific Northwest are gone, and the land is flat, flat, flat. I must have left "home sweet home" for the Great Plains to have a job to be filthy rich. I mean, why else would I leave? Maybe I drink champagne and smoke cigars now.