I am surprised but forgiving (as I suppress a desire to either laugh or be offended) when anybody suggests I’m only in it for the money.
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
“When rain pounds down for seven solid weeks, water is going to find new places to go.”
“Climb carefully into rented boat. Adapt a reclining pose evocative of numerous Impressionist paintings.”
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Meanwhile, the market for a $2 million condo is slipping away as seller deliberates over whether Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance should be given to a grandson, sold at Green Apple Books or donated.
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