Just some pics

I'm welcoming the summer with a handful of completely unrelated pics of my unlamented sims.

 Not sure whether this dude is crying or sneezing.

 This is self-explanatory.

 Gives a whole new meaning to Spydog.

One of my sims was meditating not far from the fortune teller's caravan and this walked by.

This would suck, wouldn't it?









Enjoy the summer!


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Something on the Weekend

         A word to the few: if you've read 'Fight club' and would like to read more of Chuck Palahniuk, I would give 'Beautiful you' a miss. This book was my first foray into the works of the man and, like many people on Goodreads, I have found this to be an awful book. I will, in time, give Palahniuk another go - his other pieces have to be better than this waste of paper and ink, right?

        Choppy writing, dislikable characters, and nothing that could be considered as funny. This is not a proper representation of satire - he missed by a country mile if that's what he was aiming for. Had the book been longer I would have marked it Did Not Finish and continued merrily with my life. Perhaps this book was a poor choice for first foray. That's why I will try his works again and see how it turns out.

        It was Father's Day today. Mom and my sister picked up some flowers, water, and a little broom and we went to pay my pepère, my grandma and grandpa, and Dad a visit. We said hi to the gloried dead, swept dead grass away from their plaques, and put flowers into their vases. It will be three years since Dad did battle with the Crab and lost. I felt a small lump in my throat even today. We also paid a visit to some of my mom's aunts and cousins who departed a long time ago. Can you imagine the card game they must be having up there now?

         Elsewhere on the literary frontier, I'm reading an excellent book by the late Vladimir Pozner. "The disunited states". He departed when I was 12. I expect to have nothing but good things to say about this book when I'm done. I keep reaching for it - you know a book is good when you're trying to pace yourself but keep failing at it.

         That is all for now. I'm taking a bit of a break from my dear sims today but, like me trying to pace myself, that might not last.

Now, in honour of Father's Day... some dads!

Paulson men playing darts.

IF father and daughter.

Never walking in on a romantic moment. Who said Dads can't make memorable entrances?











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Impressive

      I attended a celebration of life of my aunt's second husband. She was married once before, as was he. They met at a 'new beginnings' meeting and soon grew very close. He'd struggled with the savage Crab in the past and we all thought he'd beaten it but you know how tenacious cancer can be. It came back for a grudge match and this time it was the victor.

     Ernest Gautron's passion for life was matched only by his love for his boys and for my aunt. They married in 2016 but had been getting closer and closer since 2007. He relished new experiences and chased life with great zeal. I only talked to him on occasion and only during family gatherings. Luckily we had many of those. When he talked with you he gave you his full attention and you got the sense that he enjoyed talking with you. He was deeply spiritual and I'd like to think he got fast-tracked into Les Cieux as soon as he passed on.

     The celebration was well-attended; clearly this man had made deep impressions on so many others. His family graced the podium and told stories about his life. It was a lovely afternoon. I got to see many of my relatives - my memère having sent out the all-call to our extended family letting them know about the celebration. It's tragic that I only get to see the extendeds during weddings or funerals. Why is this the way it works?

     I call Ernest my aunt's second husband because I remember her first husband as my uncle. I am a little fuzzy on how divorce works in the uncle department but my childhood remembers him as my uncle. I preferred Ernest - let's be real there - but I just cannot call him uncle. Don't ask me why. Maybe a faulty wire somewhere in my head. Anyway, that was how I spent my afternoon. It was a beautiful day for a funeral - clear sky overhead and not too warm. The church parking lot was crazy packed but I managed to find a place to park.

     Three more weeks before the end of the school year. Sigh.


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