Catalogs…

…and catalogs, and don’t forget telephone books. If it ain’t been stuffed in or hung on my mail box it’s been thrown in my driveway. Almost everyday I get another fist full of catalogs: music, movie, gardening; in CD, DVD, tape booklet like advertisements. What is this: Critics Choice, Choice-Choice, Tasters Choice, Masters Choices, and the lists go on…Burpee seeds, burped seeds even maybe?
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And then there’s the things I forgot to mention to keep my journal up to date? There were two of them! Now, I can’t remember either of them? Oh well, I think?
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Ah, This might have been one of things I wanted to remember, posting this bloody picture right hand. I opened up all these new leaks working on the bulls pen. While I eventually quit dripping and washed up I had eventual gotten to much sun on my ears their developing some uncomfortable scab over the tops my ears.

Tonight’s hay baling I once more wore the pillow case laid over my head then in turn tied down with my hat’s laces under my chin. Plus wore them hot heavy handed jersey gloves.
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Dumb setting in, I’ve simply got to call it a night. Good nite: John, Paula, Sid, Donna, Alias plus whomever else has been crazy enough to look in.
Wear a smile making your Hearts happy.
Fernan