this story was a delight. she offers the reporter a whisky or a brandy at 10am, starts telling a story about her memory of WW2 and her son corrects her and says “you’re confusing WW1 and WW2 again!” – imagine living so long that could even be a thing in 2021.
Where can I find Introvert Cola?
Brand new Bill Wurtz video!
My brother teaching me to read.
I don’t know where to stick this (
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Packing up for the new move, going through the bookshelves - so many books that have brought me such great times in the past. But do I really need to haul them again to a new place?
Nah, I’m keeping maybe 10%. The other 90% I’m donating to the library, which will sell them off to pay for the stuff they need, and people will get an awesome book for a nickel or a quarter or whatever they charge nowadays. I used to be that kid going hog-wild on the library sale bin and in fact that’s where I got some of these books. I hope the next kid to get them enjoys them as much as I did.
Lotta happy memories in this pile. You books have served me well, I hope you each find someone who loves you as much as I did.
So you closed? Well good. Now I will congratulate you. 
You don’t know how close you came to disaster by feeling confident before the closing. I guess it was meant to happen.
I’ve done that. It’s such a great feeling, to know your books are going to be loved again by others. And it’s not like you’ll ever run out of new books to read for the first time!
Yeah I can’t even begin to describe.
I guess I can say, there came a point right at the end where we just threw it to the lawyers like ‘this is your problem now’ and they just did the thing. Like, it’s just a normal day’s work for them.
But for us, it’s a lifetime achievement.
Now there’s just all the packing and stuff to get moved. Still doesn’t feel real. I’m so excited!
Arrrrrrrrgh - moving house! I wish you the best of luck with that.
I recently found this in my late mom’s bedroom (it’s not livable, but it’s sleepable, if that makes sense). It’s from the summer of 1969 or 1970, and myself and Yvonne DeYonker are in the backyard of the Kings, the elderly couple that lived next door to the north of my family’s house. Mrs. King’s son from a previous marriage kept the garden; isn’t it lovely?
That’s a really sweet photo.