Broken Stuff

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It seems like the last couple weeks is about broken stuff. Angie was rear ended on her way to work. The car is broken. The refrigerator also decided to croak. Trying to catch up, gain back lost ground. We have a new car, very similar to the rudely smashed up car. I had it shipped from Texas. Also have a new a new fridge and backup freezer and fridge. Spring is very sprung. The pollen seems worse that usual this year. In Atlanta we complain about the traffic and the pollen, neither one is really as bad as we say.

I haven't been blogging much lately. Mostly, I have been too busy. A lot has been going on. I really feel this is going to be a good year. I have chnaged some fundemental approaches to some of life's problems. Stress can be successfully reframed.

I am in Wichita Kansas. I call the ICT airport the biggest little airport in the country. Today's example was that I tried to check in with an hour before launch and the kiosk and customer service people indicated that is not enough. I have to take the later flight. I can make it through a huge airport like ATL with less than an hour even at peak times. No so at ICT. It is not a negative comment about the airport. It is just a comment.

I am getting a lot more serious about buying a house in the Northern Atlanta area. The deals are as good as they are going to get. I surprise people when I tell them how good the deals are. you cannot build a house for a new house is going for.

The three remaining llamas have a new home. Professor, Aries, and Artemis have moved to a new home about 10 miles from my farm. It is a really nice home. They will be happy and well cared-for. I certainly can't take care of them. I can't even take care of a plant with my transient lifestyle. They say the happiest days in a boat owners life are the day they buy the boat and the day they sell it. Loosing the llamas is far from a happy time. You have to do what you have to do.

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