Don't Even Think About It

Jesus, now that I can't respond to comments, I get more than ever.  It's an open forum.  I can't even respond to critics.  It is like a shadow blog.  If I were Trump. . . .

They've banned cameras in Arizona, too, outside a courthouse.

I think I'll buy a drone.  I think I could really get into trouble with that.

The tree guys are gone, and so is my money.  I will NEVER tell you what it cost me except to say it was my joke estimate.  I don't want to think about it, but I haven't been able to prevent myself from thinking about it so far.  Money and I have never been loyal to one another, I guess.  We have never had a serious relationship.  I would like to know how to make some money now, but I fear it is far too late.  Still, I have a lot of naked postcards I can sell you cheap.  Big ones.  Plenty of choices.

There are a lot of photo galleries in Paris, ironically enough.  Apparently there is some money in it.

Oh, well, I lament spending money on the tree guy but might seriously think about buying the new Leica M10 Monochrom that will come out in 2020.  There is something very, very wrong with me.  My values are flawed, I think.  No, not my values.  My priorities.  My values are fine.  They are great values.  They are the best values.

Ili and I are going to hand out candy at my mother's and spend the night.  She gets hundreds of trick or treaters.  We will eat dinner and watch "The Blob," and maybe something else.  Ili bought something for everyone to wear.

Last year, I was just beginning to walk the sidewalk in front of my mother's house on Halloween.  Ili was staying with me there.  These are two great gals, as they used to say.  We will have fun tonight.

You have fun, too.