Email to your maha email address has been bouncing for about a week now.
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“Life In The So-Called Space Age”
Email to your maha email address has been bouncing for about a week now.
(I’ll remove this post when you acknowledge this)
Yesterday, whilst mowing the lawn, I was stung on the back of my right calf by a wasp.
It hurt like hell! Within seconds the area around the sting had started to swell up and turn a deathly white. It would eventually be about egg sized before (about an hour later) starting to return to normal. Of course we had no appropriate medicine at home, so I just endured. Even now, almost 24 hours later, I can still feel a slight tinge at the place of the sting.
I did manage to see the culprit. It wasn’t a yellowjacket – it was bigger and blacker.
Or maybe not. The wildlife camera was turned on yesterday and I just now retrieved this shot, taken at the exact moment I was attacked.
As you can see I am lucky to be alive!
…for 30 straight days. (Or maybe even 32, since I didn’t plan this and wasn’t keeping track.)
What this means is, for 30 days in a row, I have eaten lunch out. Every single one of these meals was paid for, at a restaurant (often fast food.)
I’m honestly not sure what to make of this fact. I welcome some commentary – is this something to be proud of?