Oh… there’s more. What’s packed is packed. The sample arranged in the post photo was from a partial unboxing last night around 3am. Unpacking is the equal inverse, though I do have a spreadsheet.
“I’m sure there are things we still both need to let go” 🤣 You are my favorite sand dollar hoarder of them all!! I can’t think of a more unique and wonderful thing to hoard, really. And ahhhhh rent control. So that’s the grip SF has!
If I hold onto my dollars long enough I could use them as a bargaining chip against myself as screeners arrive in the mail. My mother loves the sand dollars, as I send a batch Swarovski adorned every so often. She also called me in having too many. However, she is a parent once discontented by my drums of youth who in conversation, out of nowhere, says, “You should start playing music again!” after I’m well into my 40’s. Enough to make my head spin! Sand dollar release is a the coaching job only an imaginary friend can tackle.
Rent control is a both a safety bandaid of limitation on a greater issue and a stunting, stifling prison of stagnation. A friend of mine had her rent on a house raised $1000 every month and scrambled to leave with her child and husband after the 5th month of this in San Francisco. She also owned a gallery here at risk. Away the many went in all directions.
For me, I held tight to plan then ran into a health challenge that triggered an alarm on every condition needing attention, including a dietary allergy. In fact this all triggered right before Valentine’s Day in 2016, the start of a lengthy decoding, sucking up critical years and clearing my slate. Last July, I had a surgery, now recovered. So, that is part of it too. I don’t know why I feel so intimidated by the new home hunt. Perhaps it is because there was a lead-in of a hand toward both NYC and SF, and now I might as well just swing a scrying pendulum over a a map. If I could use my sand dollars as a move-in deposit, I could solve two to-dos. As the anniversary of my hold up approaches, I extend my every right to say I am not in love with Valentine’s Day. (Ironically, I intend to craft a voiceover for a painting called Cupid’s Delight, that has resided as a studio mascot for some time.)
…. Of your interest, Alicia, I should mention Paul Corman-Roberts, the gentleman who commented below, is also the organizer of the Beast Crawl literary event in the Bay Area.
Never trade them sand dollars in!
Oh… there’s more. What’s packed is packed. The sample arranged in the post photo was from a partial unboxing last night around 3am. Unpacking is the equal inverse, though I do have a spreadsheet.
“I’m sure there are things we still both need to let go” 🤣 You are my favorite sand dollar hoarder of them all!! I can’t think of a more unique and wonderful thing to hoard, really. And ahhhhh rent control. So that’s the grip SF has!
If I hold onto my dollars long enough I could use them as a bargaining chip against myself as screeners arrive in the mail. My mother loves the sand dollars, as I send a batch Swarovski adorned every so often. She also called me in having too many. However, she is a parent once discontented by my drums of youth who in conversation, out of nowhere, says, “You should start playing music again!” after I’m well into my 40’s. Enough to make my head spin! Sand dollar release is a the coaching job only an imaginary friend can tackle.
Rent control is a both a safety bandaid of limitation on a greater issue and a stunting, stifling prison of stagnation. A friend of mine had her rent on a house raised $1000 every month and scrambled to leave with her child and husband after the 5th month of this in San Francisco. She also owned a gallery here at risk. Away the many went in all directions.
For me, I held tight to plan then ran into a health challenge that triggered an alarm on every condition needing attention, including a dietary allergy. In fact this all triggered right before Valentine’s Day in 2016, the start of a lengthy decoding, sucking up critical years and clearing my slate. Last July, I had a surgery, now recovered. So, that is part of it too. I don’t know why I feel so intimidated by the new home hunt. Perhaps it is because there was a lead-in of a hand toward both NYC and SF, and now I might as well just swing a scrying pendulum over a a map. If I could use my sand dollars as a move-in deposit, I could solve two to-dos. As the anniversary of my hold up approaches, I extend my every right to say I am not in love with Valentine’s Day. (Ironically, I intend to craft a voiceover for a painting called Cupid’s Delight, that has resided as a studio mascot for some time.)
…. Of your interest, Alicia, I should mention Paul Corman-Roberts, the gentleman who commented below, is also the organizer of the Beast Crawl literary event in the Bay Area.