My breakfast started at 11:30 PM Christmas eve. I opened a jar of baby pickles. That made me think of the song below. I miss my bikes.
It is 11:00 AM. The cats are fed some of them got water, some got snow. I barely have enough for the last cup of coffee or contemplate cooking pasta for later or even breakfast with the last of my oats.
I still had 3 boxes of pasra, some hundred year old already open pancake mix and 1 box of deyhdrated hash browns. Oh and three jars of the most horrible instant coffee. I am thankful for all that I have left. There was also a tall jar of dried beans, and lentils. I rembered filling those 15 years ago.
Every year at christmas I usually get a care package of a bag of food hung on my outside door handle. I didn’t really need them then but I do this year. I guess I am off the list.
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I saw this movie when I was 12 or 13 and knew then I was a biker.
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