Do you remember, way back when.. WHEN Victor? When we were kids... usually one or two selected to take the chalkboard erasers outside to clap 'em together, get ridda all the chalk dust.. 'clean them'? Me neither... I think it was the beginning of my life as a longtime misogynist, as I only recall chicks being selected. I'M KIDDING, I'm kidding.
Kinda sorta.
We used pencils until they were so darn small you could hardly hold 'em in your hand... and... erasers on pencils that were so used up - you'd try to get one last erase and the metal tore the easily torn Big Chief paper. Did, does fit my lifetime dogeared persona. You?
Noticed too, time erases much. Ya hear a buddy tell a story, swears you were there... no recall whatsoever. Goes both ways too.....
Funny (not ha ha funny, but funny) how stuff over the years that doesn't get erased from the medulla oblongata- is either really good or really bad things, times, statements in our lives.
You? I'm too BIGHEADED to forever forget the really nice things people have said... and.. for the most part, I adhere to Biblical guidance on not holding grudges agin the really bad things said, but, admit to at least one I'll prolly never leggo of. It's the ginger/German in me. You?
I heard a funny.. VICTOR, you tell it, we'll decide if it's funny. Fair enough. "Take my advice, nobody else does."
Advice, us being the human variety, we of course opt to pick and or not choose advice given. Seems good, solid advice over the years - we never erase, let go of, and I'm thankful for that... and. .. to the mouths the advice came from.
From the mouths of babes - that stuff, thankfully, we rarely erase. We may forget exactly whiich one (kid, grandkid... friend of kid, grandkid) said it - the we store those things in the temple, and that's a pretty darn good place to store them.
On my way to hit 'publish' in a sec... but, just a song before I go.......no, that ain't it. Just a thought.. I'm deathly afeared of getting all the crap in my phone erased. I know backup, Cloud.. still, skeers me.
On personal note (Victor, this whole blog has been personal).. yeah, yeah, whatever. A couple years ago, my son and I shared a FB account. Somehow, when one was erased, they both went kapooey. Somehow, 800+ friends wiped out. Not worth sending friend requests again only to not hear back, or, hear '"you've been hacked"... So, I've got 800 folks that think I blocked them... nuttin' further than that truth. You can't erase other's thoughts about you... but.. you're good if you can look in the mirror and know the fer sure side. That's all.
This blog has been poopy, sorry, should prolly erase it.... but, days can be like that. It's me it's me it's Ernest T.
Love, Victurd
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