When those little plastic things on the end of your shoelaces fall off.

Sail the high seas and never see an ad again. Make your time your own.

And he owned the feed store…

Don’t know. Just closed up the chickens for the night. Never thought to ask them.

We have a really nice pad of scrap paper held together with a clip that stays on a magnet on the fridge with a pen. Works great. Everyone that comes in our house can read it if they choose however.

Ground news. Not left but ranks articles based on viewers and the Cradle has become a great source.

I had an acquaintance years ago whose father owned a carpet cleaning business. When they couldn’t afford booze they’d steal carpet cleaning solution to drink. Major.alcoholics at 18/19 years old.

Lots of sailors look for crew of varying levels when crossing with personal boats. Lots of work aboard for tall ship experiences as well. We live in a place where there are loads of sail boats on the east coast of North America and folks are looking all the time. Head to a marina and start asking around. Find sailing groups on facecrack or any social media and advertise yourself. Many will require experience but many will train you as well.

Simple french baguette, roasted ham and provolone with home made mayo and Dijon mustard.

Yea well no neighbors is the only way to go.

Oh no I got to be real special. It was leiomyosarcoma. I was a paramedic for years fell down some stairs once with a patient when I was younger. Had some torn muscles and all that. Went on with life for 30 years with “a sore back” all the time. Oh well. Young and dumb right. One day I kicked a kitchen chair leg passing by. Turns out I couldn’t feel my foot…or the the other one either. Within 6 months I was paralyzed chest down. They chopped it out and I got major radiation treatments that will probably give me cancer before I die. Fun times.

Moral of the story…get your shit checked out.

Ahhhhhhhh country living is amazing. Not one neighbor.

The fish doorbell folks.

Hey fellow ignorer. Mine was a spinal tumor.

Clothing and textiles from natural fibres. No rubber tires as they are major shedders of micro plastics.

Canadian here…the cremation of sam magee

Or president

Mayo mixed with red curry paste

I’m over it. Life goes on. Weird club though.

I am one of a handful of people in the world known to have been diagnosed and treated for a rare sarcoma cancer in an even rarer area of the body, that generally effects only women (I am a man).

It’s a really crappy club. I wouldn’t suggest joining.