Youngest: Veronica is getting married?
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I've done a good job of maintaining my self-imposed online absence from here, there and everywhere. I don't think I've been away this long since I started 3.5 years ago. It's hard to remember that I spent many decades before that not babbling endlessly on to no one in particular. Oh, wait, that's not true. That's pretty much all I do, day in and day out.
Me, me, me.
And then some more me, me, me.
And then even more about how many people bug the shit out of me, me, me.
There are so many things I see which outrage me, which I want to point out to the citizens of world, visible and invisible to me.
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Daughter's dance company did a performance Sunday down at Great America. Loads of different dance companies performed. Watching the one before Daughter's, I was bemused by a dancer whose visor kept falling down over her head. It was so funny to me.
Until I remembered how bad I felt for Daughter when, a couple of years ago, her sunglasses kept falling down during her performance.
This time, I stopped myself from being amused. Remembering.
When Daughter performed Sunday, the pants of her new costume were too big. And they slipped down several times. Not down to the ground, mind you. And it's not like she wasn't wearing a leotard. But down enough to be noticeable.
Were I a true believer in karma, particularly that people get what they give, I'd attribute those slightly large pants to karma, to payback for the over-sized visor.
I don't know that I can stop.