Hello everybody and welcome back to My Weekly Flickr.
Well it stayed fairly cool this week as we approach the beginning of Fall. Today started out cool but made it into the 70’s, with tomorrow expected to be warmer but the trend is definitely heading in the opposite direction. As we age time starts to lose its grip, or rather I should say we start to lose our grip on time. I was filling out my monthly comic book order, something that has dwindled over the years to about 7 or 8 issues, when I realized I had ordered issue one of a new title and then forgot to order issue two. So I ordered issue three and emailed my representative to see if it was still possible to order the second issue. Then as a fall back I went online to see when issue two was scheduled to ship so I could pick it up at a comics shop if I couldn’t get it through my service. The ship date was November 5th which I then entered into my calendar as a reminder. And I thought to myself, November 5th? That’s months away. Then I rethought it and realized, no, it was only 6 weeks away. A chilling thought if you don’t mind the pun. I search the auction site for bound volumes of newspapers and magazines and occasionally I will buy individual copies of the old New York dailies if they are old enough, take place during baseball season and inexpensive. As I search I see lots of newspapers for sale with headlines of significant events from the last 30 years or so and I am constantly amazed when I see a celebrity passing or a tragedy or something similar and realize how much time has passed since it happened. Things that didn’t really make an impression on me when they occurred other than noting them still make me shake my head and say, it was how long ago? There’s a theory about time and aging which my employer, who is now my friend, told me many years ago when I was much younger. Our perception of time does pass more quickly as we age because of our experience. When we turn five years old, a year takes forever because a year is 20% of our existence. When we turn 50 years old, not so much, as one year is only 2% of our existence. It seems so often that the days are long but the years pass very quickly.
Anyway, I had a splendid time visiting with my friends last week. They have two lovely children who add to my sense of time passing. In speaking about their son I generally start off by saying, the little boy, but as he will celebrating his 16th birthday in November I always stop myself as that doesn’t really apply anymore. I’ve known his cousin since he was born and I still think of him as the little boy and he will be 34 this year. I had an interesting time with the GPS again. I was charging it the night before and usually it beeps and when I check it’s searching for satellites and will ask me if it should continue or turn on for indoor use. This time it never asked the question. And at one point, I heard it beep and when I checked it said detour. Detour? I hadn’t noticed a roadblock in going from the kitchen to the living room. I’d never seen that on the GPS before. Having no sense of direction, if there is a blockage I can’t do what most drivers do which is get off and navigate a new route. I would only get hopelessly lost. I have a feeling that with the GPS if I tried to navigate a new route it would spend it’s time determined to send me back to the blockage rather than charting me a new way of proceeding. I mentioned the last time I traveled down that the GPS had told me to turn right when it should have said left which was a real surprise. It did it again this time, how reassuring that someone like me who is a complete creature of habit, has a GPS that feels the same way. This time though, I realized that I had to listen to it because it’s a highway and there is no left turn. What I found out when I arrived and spoke to my friend was that if I had gone straight I would have come to a jug handle where I could have turned around and then gone the right way. I find it interesting that there are no signs before the turn that would tell me that.
When it was time to go home I got into the car and turned on the GPS and waited. And waited. And waited some more as it searched for satellites. To the point where I wondered if I was going to spend the night in their driveway. Actually it was long enough that I was contemplating going back inside and saying, so, after right, left, right, then what do I do? Finally it found a satellite and off we went. It was a miserable night, the whole day had been rainy, intermittent on the way down, stopping not far into the trip but it poured the whole way home. And the combination of the rain, the dark, opposing headlights and my vision do not make for a pleasure cruise for me. But it’s worth the aggravation as they’re a lovely family and always make me feel very much at home.
No art this week, all I did was head into the City and visit Valentino and get my hair cut. Almost four months since my last haircut but it certainly wasn’t especially long. It seems to grow out on the sides now as opposed to growing down. Doesn’t seem to do much growing on the top at all. But he did a beautiful job and made me look very respectable.
I haven’t decided yet but I may actually break my routine and go into New York City tomorrow as there is an auction of prints at Swann’s. I wouldn’t bid but from the illustrations I’ve seen it looks to be a very nice exhibit. Usually my Sundays are spent reading the newspapers and just hanging out but I do want to see this exhibition and didn’t want to hang around in the City today until it opened at Noon. If I go I’ll bring the papers with me and read them on the way out and back. This all depends on if my plumber calls as I was rather hoping to get my boiler cleaned and fired up for the season this weekend.
Well, that was a lot of ink about not much. Hope no one fell asleep reading it.
Andy G.
Hairdressers
https://www.flickr.com/photos/64419249%40N06/14768005840 Best days are when child dresses himself.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/monkeyjedi/14944154466/ Halloween West Hollywood 2012 Snow White Drag Princess
https://www.flickr.com/photos/8167243%40N06/8146047382 Delight
https://www.flickr.com/photos/60741642%40N06/15260831555 Red party outfit
https://www.flickr.com/photos/georgieukcd/14796353738 copper dress
https://www.flickr.com/photos/125724517%40N06/14936338212 CHERYL SISSY 81
https://www.flickr.com/photos/126474938%40N07/15023037766/ Another black outfit.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/sabine57/14869602900 Party5
https://www.flickr.com/photos/93817564%40N06/14859028189 星織ユメミライ 鳴沢律佳 1
https://www.flickr.com/photos/fukapon/14835450207transvestite
https://www.flickr.com/photos/111227158%40N03/14991878822 Red Sissy Maid
https://www.flickr.com/photos/msemilytv/10818097293 
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