Random Harvest (No. 11)

The simple (albeit complicated) pleasures

Rube Goldberg would be so proud if he could see this!

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It’s the final month of a year ending in 8. Time for new wheels?

Till death us do part
‘Tis the Season Division

An entry in the Permanent Spousal Record maintained by DebK of Rosemount: “Taxman and I are not gift-giving (to each other) people. Still, every decade, Taxman is taken with the notion that ‘the Bride’ ought to have a new car.

“Much about this phenomenon is predictable. It manifests in years ending in an 8 — and always in December, when Taxman is convinced that ‘deals’ are to be had, and just in time for him to boast to the kids that ‘This year, I’m getting Mom something for Christmas — something really big!’

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“I’m hungry, the dinner is ready . . . and now the doorbell rings? Oh, woe is me!”

Life (and death) as we know it
Or: Not exactly what he had in mind — leading to: What is right with people?

Rusty of St. Paul  reports: “It was a long week of life (my brother NOT needing heart surgery after being told he NEEDED heart surgery) and death (our friend calling for emotional hugs, as her cousin had died suddenly) and all in between (moving elders to assisted living; taking an elder to a doctor appointment, as he is recently not capable of going alone; watching the stock market wither our retirement funds; listening to a friend’s ‘Woe is me’ after his wife left him — because he is too ‘Woe is me’).

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