A subtle appeal
The time has come to find a friend with deep pockets. Not M.M.Visa, nor the people that emailed me (twice) today to let me know that I’m in for a large bank transaction once I click on a carefully crafted attachment. Once fooled, twice shy.
I can’t depend on the revenue agency, because they want me to pay them! I will, at some point. What I need is a big bundle of bank notes, without dye markers or perforations. Nothing in today’s mail.
Why? Well, I want to buy some batteries. And batteries require “glue”. Copper, with gadgets. I have had great success sourcing what I want, but that payment requirement means that I will have to wait. No big deal. Shopping is most of the fun, anyways. Knowing that I can look at all the tiny screens with “charge parameters” and then not worry about the “charged all of that “ pain. To all of my rich relatives, I’m here. Keep in touch. I have wants, and you have means.
Spent some time in my basement, in the dark. Warm, with a very comfortable armchair. Time to get the loudspeakers out, and play music. Listen to music. I could play, but I am feeling mellow. Let someone else do the hard part. Otherwise, I will want to invest in, I don’t know, a xylophone. Or bagpipes. That won’t encourage visitors, I suspect. Even the dog against that plan. And he is a study in selective deafness.
As you can tell, my days and nights are in need of challenges. And money.
