Your dreams were your ticket out
Good morning,y’all. It’s fucking Sunday, and the coffee is flowing. Both kitties came onto the bed and let me cuddle them, and that was the highlight of the bedtime activities.
We had a treat yesterday, and went to an estate sale in town. The last time this happened in town, most of the house had been picked through and they didn’t have much left. This time, even though this was the second day, they still had a lot of stuff to look through. I nearly had a(nother) set of vintage Pyrex, but I didn’t hear Shawshank tell me to pick it up and another woman took two of the four bowls. I left with a ceramic cat, a View-Master, and a stack of reels from the 60’s and 70’s.





The View-Master is great, and I had no idea they put out the variety of shit did. I’m pretty sure the two reels I had as a child were from Disney, but it makes complete sense when you remember it’s directly descended from the older stereoscope and card setup. The sound it makes when you advance the reel is a core memory to me. We passed on the spoon collection.
I took last night off and skipped the streaming. The only way I can get traffic on Fridays is to use my cellular data and log in early, but Saturdays have never been a good night for me to stream, no matter what. I was still productive, and dealt with editing and scheduling what was left of Friday night’s highlight clips. I ate something, then played video games for the rest of the night.
Shawshank has the full Sunday shift today. I’ll, do my #grwm on TikTok then set up the bedroom for a different type of stream.
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