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− | + | Geminis are the original multi-taskers. They can eat, drink, read the newspaper, shave, or apply make-up all while driving, although this is NOT recommended, even if you're a Gemini. It's the sign of the twins; while one is driving the other co-pilots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.<br /><br />Weather is often a factor in many car insurance claims. One really bad winter's day with snow and ice about, a motorist tried to get his car going but found even his driveway was too slippery. He left his almost new car where it was and called a cab. The taxi duly arrived, swung into the driveway, skidded on the ice and crashed into the parked car. It was one of these days.<br /><br /><br /><center><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></center><br /><br />From Fernley to Tonopah we drove an additional 6 hours. It was as bad in Tonopah as it had been in Reno. I felt blessed that we'd traveled thus far without incident. Heather and I had formed a routine of communication. When lights would appear in the distance, she would call out "Snowplow" which meant to slow to a crawl because we'd soon be in a white-out as they drove by, blinding us with the offspray of snow. I'd give her a heads-up on cars coming up from behind so she wouldn't think I'd dozed if she heard repetitive thumping sounds from shoulder grooves when I'd scoot over to allow for passers. I wouldn't go so far as to say we were getting good at this, but we'd quickly come up with survival skills. It was a team effort.<br /><br />But what if it's not something so severe? What if it's a personal thing? Somebody promised to do something for you and they didn't come through. Or maybe it's a relatively minor thing like work was supposed to be completed by a certain date and was late by a week. There may have been extenuating circumstances that you weren't aware of. Maybe they tried to email you but for some reason, the email never got delivered. Not every email makes it to its destination.<br /><br /> [https://sanxuatsoda.pro/ https://sanxuatsoda.pro/] for this is that it is status quo to drive a normal car, live in a regular house with neighbors who like you for how you are and because you are just like everybody else, you live a happy life.<br /><br />In the grand scheme of things, use your head. It's easy to fly off the handle when something didn't go your way. We tend to exaggerate things when they're bad and diminish things when they're good. That's just human nature, which is why nobody takes a second look at a boy scout helping an old lady across the street but will cause a traffic jam 10 miles long when they see a five traffic pile up on the Garden State Parkway. God I avoid that road like the plague if I can.<br /><br />For those unfamiliar with Austen's work and wishing to procure an appreciation of this most wonderful writer, here are my suggestions in which order to read the books. |
Revision as of 03:44, 9 March 2020
Geminis are the original multi-taskers. They can eat, drink, read the newspaper, shave, or apply make-up all while driving, although this is NOT recommended, even if you're a Gemini. It's the sign of the twins; while one is driving the other co-pilots.
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
Weather is often a factor in many car insurance claims. One really bad winter's day with snow and ice about, a motorist tried to get his car going but found even his driveway was too slippery. He left his almost new car where it was and called a cab. The taxi duly arrived, swung into the driveway, skidded on the ice and crashed into the parked car. It was one of these days.
From Fernley to Tonopah we drove an additional 6 hours. It was as bad in Tonopah as it had been in Reno. I felt blessed that we'd traveled thus far without incident. Heather and I had formed a routine of communication. When lights would appear in the distance, she would call out "Snowplow" which meant to slow to a crawl because we'd soon be in a white-out as they drove by, blinding us with the offspray of snow. I'd give her a heads-up on cars coming up from behind so she wouldn't think I'd dozed if she heard repetitive thumping sounds from shoulder grooves when I'd scoot over to allow for passers. I wouldn't go so far as to say we were getting good at this, but we'd quickly come up with survival skills. It was a team effort.
But what if it's not something so severe? What if it's a personal thing? Somebody promised to do something for you and they didn't come through. Or maybe it's a relatively minor thing like work was supposed to be completed by a certain date and was late by a week. There may have been extenuating circumstances that you weren't aware of. Maybe they tried to email you but for some reason, the email never got delivered. Not every email makes it to its destination.
https://sanxuatsoda.pro/ for this is that it is status quo to drive a normal car, live in a regular house with neighbors who like you for how you are and because you are just like everybody else, you live a happy life.
In the grand scheme of things, use your head. It's easy to fly off the handle when something didn't go your way. We tend to exaggerate things when they're bad and diminish things when they're good. That's just human nature, which is why nobody takes a second look at a boy scout helping an old lady across the street but will cause a traffic jam 10 miles long when they see a five traffic pile up on the Garden State Parkway. God I avoid that road like the plague if I can.
For those unfamiliar with Austen's work and wishing to procure an appreciation of this most wonderful writer, here are my suggestions in which order to read the books.
So, you clear all that away and all we are left with is his writing. But even that gets tangled up in the current climate of "oh come on.tell us what really happened!" Fiction itself is now subjected to the same standards as nonfiction. Suspension of belief sounds good, but it really doesn't occur. How does fiction compare to reality is the new standard. Dare to put some poetry in there and people become venomous. So what is the reality of Ernest Hemingway's fiction? What is left that we can say, yes, this actually happened--or is it all just mannered, quaint, stories of the early century.
Weather is often a factor in many car insurance claims. One really bad winter's day with snow and ice about, a motorist tried to get his car going but found even his driveway was too slippery. He left his almost new car where it was and called a cab. The taxi duly arrived, swung into the driveway, skidded on the ice and crashed into the parked car. It was one of these days.
From Fernley to Tonopah we drove an additional 6 hours. It was as bad in Tonopah as it had been in Reno. I felt blessed that we'd traveled thus far without incident. Heather and I had formed a routine of communication. When lights would appear in the distance, she would call out "Snowplow" which meant to slow to a crawl because we'd soon be in a white-out as they drove by, blinding us with the offspray of snow. I'd give her a heads-up on cars coming up from behind so she wouldn't think I'd dozed if she heard repetitive thumping sounds from shoulder grooves when I'd scoot over to allow for passers. I wouldn't go so far as to say we were getting good at this, but we'd quickly come up with survival skills. It was a team effort.
But what if it's not something so severe? What if it's a personal thing? Somebody promised to do something for you and they didn't come through. Or maybe it's a relatively minor thing like work was supposed to be completed by a certain date and was late by a week. There may have been extenuating circumstances that you weren't aware of. Maybe they tried to email you but for some reason, the email never got delivered. Not every email makes it to its destination.
https://sanxuatsoda.pro/ for this is that it is status quo to drive a normal car, live in a regular house with neighbors who like you for how you are and because you are just like everybody else, you live a happy life.
In the grand scheme of things, use your head. It's easy to fly off the handle when something didn't go your way. We tend to exaggerate things when they're bad and diminish things when they're good. That's just human nature, which is why nobody takes a second look at a boy scout helping an old lady across the street but will cause a traffic jam 10 miles long when they see a five traffic pile up on the Garden State Parkway. God I avoid that road like the plague if I can.
For those unfamiliar with Austen's work and wishing to procure an appreciation of this most wonderful writer, here are my suggestions in which order to read the books.