I get ready to sell my Android, power it up, and see this. What is the target? I feel like I’m on an episode of Lost. Keep pushing the buttons but don’t turn off the target. Eventually, I just pull out the battery and all is well again.
Picture this: you’re some nice young professionals looking at renting a house in the neighborhood. You’ve got your real estate agent with you and you walk out the front door and see this guy walking through your front yard. Your jaw drops and your eyes are fixated on this fella as he eventually disappears through a hole in the fence that happens to border your property line. When you finally get your bearings, you promptly jump in your agent’s car and say let’s scratch this neighborhood.
Hoarders just like to move their stuff from one location to another. The trailer comes to my house for it’s final clean out.
How many times can I focus on the color yellow? Now the second fortune is a winner winner chicken dinner for sure.
This is roughly four thousand photos that are being sorted and ready to be professionally scanned. The bulk of the images are sorted by month except for the first 15 years or so of my life which have been boiled down to about a couple dozen photos.
I was born. I was five at Disneyworld. I was in junior high. I graduated high school. All in about less than a roll of film.
Now the “I was born” stage is about 400 photos over 24 hours. My how times have changed!
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