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September 21, 2004 9:49 AM- down and out
Due to an explosion somewhere in Maryland (whether or not it was hurricane induced is anyone's guess) our trusty internet service was down, down down. Of course, as traumatic as that may have been for bluepoppy devotees, the real concern for T was that ALL of his commercial sites (and their respective e-mails) were down on a busy, commercial Monday morning. Yikes. But that is the digital life, n'est-ce pas? Our bloggy wellbeing and primary mode of commerce is ever vulnerable to the security of our server. (Shall we make offerings to the deity of servers? I think not. Not yet, anyway).
So we were down. As for the out-- we had a huge barn sale this past weekend and stuff was moved out, out, OUT. And when I say stuff-- you need to understand the breadth of objects my husband unearthed from the bowels of the three-story barn. We had motorcycles, canoes, doors (dozens and dozens of DOORS), lumber, building supplies, sinks, bikes, books (my contribution), tables, bureaus, 8 rocking chairs, a 16-foot flag pole and flag, futon and frame, mattresses, did I mention BOOKS? My god-- the books. And the doors--- truckloads of doors.
However, let me say that I love the American way of material re-distribution. All of this guff had to go. All of this guff would have had to be moved by us (and by us I mean the royal us which means T). Instead, people came and PAID us to cart it away. *wipes away tear* Is this a great country, or what? Because people? The stuff was junk utter junk. It staggers the mind, really.
So that was the big activity of the weekend. That and watching "The Door in the Floor," "Les Invasions Barbares" and "The Company.""
Oh and, do you think my addictive nature is resurfacing? I'll let you decide. Witness the recent conversation:
Me: (sitting in my studio) What are you doing?
Me:(lighting a cigarette) I'm having a smoke. What's the big deal?
Me: You just came back from the gym.
Me: Hey. Back off. I'm having one cigarette. ( Looks into the ashtray that is overflowing with butts.) One, ten-- same difference.
got 2 cents?
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Lizard Breath says:
but really, after all the hard physical & emotional work - did you not deserve the "breathing treatment". ?!
welcome back online.
lizard.
posted on: September 21
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river selkie says:
one should only work on one vice at a time. and it sounds like you're focusing on reducing sloth. give yourself props. hehe.
posted on: September 21
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wee says:
you are so dangerous to read! Eek.Reformed smokers need to beware. I'm now sitting here obsessing over cigarettes... holding it, the smoke biting the back of my throat, blue ringlets shifting in the air... ahhhh. I actually found myself casting a longing glance toward our out the window at the Smoking side of te street (yes, it would seem that our neighbourhood has somehow naturally divided itself into smoking and non-smoking sections as if by government regulation) to see if there was any generous smokers eager to dispence the coffin nails to lapsing individuals like myself lolling on their porch. Fortunately (I guess) not a soul.
posted on: September 21
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wee says:
P.S. Was The Company any good? I'm a sucker for dancing films, Shhh...it's my dirty secret. don't tell anyone!
posted on: September 21
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samantha says:
right now, as I'm shaking from the infuriating phone call with my realtors, a cigarette sounds like...exactly what I need. Help! Don't let me do it!
wish I could have attended the bluepoppy book sale!
posted on: September 21
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bp says:
Wee-- click on the link, you goose--- it takes you to my opine on The Company. And YOU are the dangerous one-- I would follow you anywhere, my wild child.
posted on: September 21
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lizardek says:
Nasssssty cigarettessssssssssss, we hatessss them, we do. But barn sales! OH! *sob* I'm so far away from home. *clicks heels together fruitlessly*
posted on: September 21
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bellabelly says:
YAY for stress-smoking! Yay for celebratory smoking! Yay for dammit, I'll smoke if I want to smoking!
See, its ok with me if you smoke. I do it more often than I should.
By the way? Any cool doors left from your sale? I am in the processing of buying an house and its a fixer-upper.
posted on: September 21
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bp says:
oh bella-- we had doors galore! But they are all gone gone gone now-- off to the Elysian Fields of old dead doors. (and you and Sam better quit with that evil smoking--you two are singers, for gods sake!)
posted on: September 21
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Marilyn says:
EIGHT rocking chairs?! (Don't come a-knockin' when BluePoppy's rockin'...)
posted on: September 21
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wee says:
yeah...what up with the rocking chairs? And if you have eight, aren't you then required by law to have twice as many kitties? mmm...kitties.
posted on: September 21
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samantha says:
just for the record.
I did not smoke today.
Isn't that what alcoholics have to say? Anyway. I called bella instead of smoking and felt much better about my life. I hope you are very happy!!
posted on: September 21
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bp says:
Yes Sam darling, I am much happier now. I do not want to be a bad influence on you. As for the rocking chairs--- I have never used one-- they were T's-- all in various states of disrepair that were going to get fixed one day . ..
posted on: September 21
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violetismycolor says:
There is a person in my town (Portland, OR) who has made a fortune selling stuff like yours (esp. doors). His little company is called Rejuvenation House Parts. Not bad for old stuff...
posted on: September 21
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nina says:
Wee, I'm a sucka for dance movies, too. Saw both "The Company" and "You Got Served" in the same weekend.
BP, soooo glad that you are back!
posted on: September 22
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gimmy says:
I purge our apartment ever few months. We live in a tiny place and if I weren't ruthless about dumping crap, we'd be drowning in junk.
posted on: September 22
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