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Californication
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....because a former co-worker recommended it to me, on multiple occasions, apparently I'm the "Duchovny" character - "Hank Moody".
Which I appreciate, but, god-damn I need to be getting it a lot more to compete with the title...
Anyways, enjoyed the first couple of episodes, now watching Episode 5 - and, where the anti-hero actually stops fucking for a minute to make an intelligent diatrebe, and maybe, for a bit and briefly, I'm enjoying it...
Dag...
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I once posted pictures of her here before, older, hippy woman. Now 80, fashionably dressed, took her for dinner a couple of times...
She's a regular.
And - today she's breathless, has something to tell me...
It's a long story, involving fallen trees, animosity with a married neighbor turned to secret crush, and - today - this very morning - the first time in over 20 years...
She got lucky.
And I have to laugh, she's over the moon, like a young woman again, and I'm talking about burning the scarlet "A" into her breast, and calling her the "Town Bike", and she's taking it in stride...
But really...80 years old.
There might be hope for me yet...
My Spiritual Adventure
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An older couple - my age, so perhaps I should revise my definition, thinking, start referring to them as "Middle aged" or "Young", in the restaurant, she - my age, her partner a little older.
She is proofreading his novel. Is he her husband? Lover? Is she actually an editor? I have a few questions, but I'm busy enough that I have to let it pass.
And - you know, I've been here before, asked about other writer's works and forced to suffer the discomfort of their prose or ideals. But - as always, curiosity gets the better of me...
She, more than a little enthusiastic at the job ahead of her, has been waiting for just such a moment.
"It's about his spiritual journey..."
Now here I want to guffaw, this, well, isn't everyone writing about that? I mean, 20 odd years ago in Nepal I recall running into an American tourist with her hand written journal with just such the exact same title - well, "My Spiritual Journey". But, you know, I can't guffaw, it would be appalling manners, and I've opened it up and so now I get to listen...
I'm wondering who we know in common, if I should be enquiring if they know so and so or if there's any connection to some of the other more cult-like organizations around...
As my own interests have been somewhat tangent lately - specifically my podcast and audiobook listening preferences, I enquire if it's in the line of ... or ... and he's dismissive, no, no, this is a more "Advanced" spiritual practice book, not to sound snobby, but it's the companion to a earlier, more "Intermediate" book he'd written, and he's a bit abstracted, looking off, I can just take his word that he's more spiritually evolved than the average Koot. and wants to share his wisdom, and I'm enquiring with his partner if she's professionally an editor or proofreader, but, no, she's merely helping him to fact-check all the waypoints on his journey...
So, more of the colorful locals, and I'm thinking that if I'm going to improve my income I'll have to conquer my distaste for hypocrisy and set up my own brand of Imposture...
Volunteering 2
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So it continues, because, not that I like it but I have some sort of civic obligation. And I like the people I'm working with.
It has quite literally destroyed my love of thrift shops - the donations - a never ending tide of used kitchen supplies - quality; rubbish, largely rubbish. Thrift shops are largely a dumping ground for unusable, unsaleable items. And no one - or - rarely anyone - washes their donations before bringing them in.
Everyone here is a hoarder...
I mean, who am I to talk? I know, I know. So - I'm not throwing shade, but to watch my paid partner unbox - laying aside items, he intends to price them, sell them, but he doesn't, they end up in one of several dozen boxes in the back he means to have appraised, to perhaps purchase or "up-cycle", it's hilarious, you watch his eyes and you can see the light of covetousness come on when something grabs his eye...
Another volunteer, they're all harridans, well-meaning daughters of the Church of ... asks my function - do I stage the furniture? Dress the shop?
I tell her - "Mine is more of a Cinderella role...".
My partner finds this funny.
These women, most of them volunteering to get first dibs on the best handbags, clothes, uncomfortably close to my age and so you have to be careful someone doesn't take it in their head to "set you up...".
I price shit, but I'm no authority, there's no telling, someone bought this shit once, they'll buy it again, I'm amazed, put it out and no sooner do you put it out then you walk past a shopping cart with the item in it. Why, I pluck items from the trash that my partner (the paid employee) has discarded to price and sell them - and he sees them come through the till with that de-ja-vu, there's no telling. I know quality, workmanship, what I like, but these are not indexes as to what sells.
4 hours grows long, no more a pleasure, a job, the cause, worthy, but - well, it's the necessary friction to move the wheels...
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