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37 was one of my better years. I had disposable income to go do whatever stupid hijinks I could think of. I did start seeing less of my friends who had started families. But I also switched jobs to do new interesting things. We did lots of concerts, community events, I took photography classes. It was great. I enjoyed my thirties.

My forties have been very rough though. And that could just be from coincidence of life events happening. I’m actually looking forward to 50. I am hoping my 50s are like my 30s, just a tad slower. And my friends are coming back on the radar as their kids are leaving for college.

I used to get somewhat concerned about the remaining time I have left, but I must have somehow come to terms with it. I look back on the last 25 years and think of all that has happened. It feels like both just yesterday and “damn, that was forever ago”. The next 25 may feel just as long and be just as full. I’m ok with that. I’m just trying to enjoy the ride.

Oh lawd Jesus, this probably is the future.

It doesn’t. The naming and shaming is claimed to be a deterrent. But the juicy gossip is too loved by the law-abiding folk for the elected Sheriff to consider not doing it.

The aristocrat of plastics!

My husband & I call the ones out front like that “radar detectors”. We are watching.

Also, we can’t have actual radar detectors here. Waze reports are a godsend.

Now it makes sense why cocktails have little umbrellas! They’re summoning spirits!

Lollll, I love the name!

For those not getting the joke, mill ends are the scrappy imperfect remnants at the end of manufacturing a batch of yarn, cloth, carpet, etc. One can usually buy them at a nice discount from the factory or a distributor.

Yes, hi, we do exist. And we were trying to get CEO to implement a hybrid policy for years before covid. He hated the thought. And he was the type of person that would not hesitate to fire an entire department if they felt bold enough to complain about it. When I started there, I didn’t immediately report to him. Anyone there who had a layer of management between themselves and him had a pretty ok work experience there. Direct reports to CEO basically had to manage a toddler who was also the emporor with new clothes. I took the promotion to be his whipping post because I wanted to leverage it to move on. Instead now I have PTSD from an abusive boss and am not able to work full time.

tl;dr – the C suite does discuss things amongst themselves with and without the CEO. But CEO already knows what they want to do, usually can’t be swayed, can only be warned what the consequences of their decisions will bring.

They don’t want to bumble about and get caught in a police sting!

Krylon makes “marking spray chalk” that is temporary and takes anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks to fade. It’s what we used to paint the train tracks on our parking lot for a kiddie train at our fall festival event.

I don’t think that’s what they meant when they said they were gonna blaze it.