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ffloThe pretty moon I saw nearer the horizon as I drove home from getting gas & running the Jeep through the car wash (as a means of snow removal) is now rising in the east over the houses outside the window in front of me, like my friend, saying hello when I thought we had parted, let's stick around in each other's company a little longer. It's bright, like a light is being shone through a paper version of the pic in the icon I'm using here. Has a warm feeling, on a cold night.
On the way home I also pulled over by Esch Park, on a whim, to order a new nonstick wok-like pan with a handle. There's an old crappy wok-like pan I haven't parted with yet cuz I use it for too many things, and I now know from my new-ish nonstick frying pan how very much better pan linings are now. Less bad for us, too, no doubt.
I love my new-ish frying pan. It makes me want to cook up a little something, and makes the cooking up of that little something easy. And the clean-up as well. It also makes me think of my mother a lot. I often think, while using it, how it's something from the future I'd tell her about if I could tell her about what's happened since she died, and how even if she weren't dead she'd probably not have discovered such pans yet, if there was an iota (or even an epsilon) of usefulness still in the one she got in the 1970s.
I'm confident I will throw the old wok-like pan away in a heartbeat when the new one is here.
More letting go, without replacing, is on tap as well--- aiming to get rid of (among other things) more clothing items that I bring in, despite the Kondo-ing purge of so many when I made my first pass at that method, some years ago now. These days none of my shoes seem as appealing as my Snoop Dog step-intos, so I should probably get rid of a lot of footwear too.
Started a new drug today, in advance of my upcoming physical, with a new primary care doc I'm crossing my fingers about. I've liked him when seeing him before, when my then-PCP wasn't available. Sure hope we can have conversations and he'll share reasoning with me. One good sign about him is that he has a couple of light-hearted posters in his exam room, in an office with no personality in any of the other rooms I've visited. Plus he's a D.O. The other doc I like there the most is a D.O. I barely know what a D.O. is, but I like those two.
One of the side effects of my new drug is that I am likely to fart more than usual. "Farting" is the term used at the NIH site; perhaps in Britain it's not a word about which there's a sense that a euphemistic formal term is needed? My hunch is that it doesn't appear in U.S. contexts more cuz it's so casual and informal that it almost feels like slang, or young-person's goofy language, and not a simple denotative term. But maybe the politeness factor is in there. What do you think?
On the way home I also pulled over by Esch Park, on a whim, to order a new nonstick wok-like pan with a handle. There's an old crappy wok-like pan I haven't parted with yet cuz I use it for too many things, and I now know from my new-ish nonstick frying pan how very much better pan linings are now. Less bad for us, too, no doubt.
I love my new-ish frying pan. It makes me want to cook up a little something, and makes the cooking up of that little something easy. And the clean-up as well. It also makes me think of my mother a lot. I often think, while using it, how it's something from the future I'd tell her about if I could tell her about what's happened since she died, and how even if she weren't dead she'd probably not have discovered such pans yet, if there was an iota (or even an epsilon) of usefulness still in the one she got in the 1970s.
I'm confident I will throw the old wok-like pan away in a heartbeat when the new one is here.
More letting go, without replacing, is on tap as well--- aiming to get rid of (among other things) more clothing items that I bring in, despite the Kondo-ing purge of so many when I made my first pass at that method, some years ago now. These days none of my shoes seem as appealing as my Snoop Dog step-intos, so I should probably get rid of a lot of footwear too.
Started a new drug today, in advance of my upcoming physical, with a new primary care doc I'm crossing my fingers about. I've liked him when seeing him before, when my then-PCP wasn't available. Sure hope we can have conversations and he'll share reasoning with me. One good sign about him is that he has a couple of light-hearted posters in his exam room, in an office with no personality in any of the other rooms I've visited. Plus he's a D.O. The other doc I like there the most is a D.O. I barely know what a D.O. is, but I like those two.
One of the side effects of my new drug is that I am likely to fart more than usual. "Farting" is the term used at the NIH site; perhaps in Britain it's not a word about which there's a sense that a euphemistic formal term is needed? My hunch is that it doesn't appear in U.S. contexts more cuz it's so casual and informal that it almost feels like slang, or young-person's goofy language, and not a simple denotative term. But maybe the politeness factor is in there. What do you think?
Poll #32534 Fart Poll
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Does the term "fart" or "farting" sound impolite or rude to you?
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yes
0 (0.0%)
mostly; in a formal context, yeah
3 (60.0%)
no
2 (40.0%)
other (see comments)
0 (0.0%)
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