I am watching "Vera Drake" on the NetFlix. Oh to be alive and working in early 50's England. The part of the story i refer to is the part where people look out for each other. Vera wanted every person she knew to be pleased as punch and went to extremes to make sure of it. Also "Reginald" was a bit of a dolt and yet found happiness and marriage with Vera's socially retarded daughter. I have yet to finish the film. I wonder at my own happiness. I got the Shingles in July of 09' and even though i am quite good at relationships, i am in a great deal of pain as the nerve damage is excruciatingly electrifying. Short term dalliances will be no problem but someone will have to get used to what it takes for me to make it through everyday life. Lifelong random inner lightning strikes can be a tad distracting. My hope is that the Snacton will allow me the freedoms that are required to, at the very least, relax with my love. I can do philanthropic business for myself while in pain, but working for someone else to no better end would hurt in more ways than i can ever begin to imagine.
I moved the Rizide to the smog shop parking lot which also has a car wash. I gave her a good scrub down and ran out of water/1/4's before rinsing off the passengers side. It's no one person job, washing the Fleet Wood, not without more quarters. Please let the smog gods shine rays of benevolence down on us.
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