Pip, I started the reading with you wanting to be a banker and I cannot understand why. Or even how. Please bear in mind that it is "Confuston to the Enemy !!" rather than to those who stand on your side
On the other hand, I moved to a town and got a letter my bank had been sold ... okay, went down and checked out the bank which had bought it. Not that it would be obvious they were Good Guys or Bad Guys, or not obvious to me. Month later got another letter my (new) bank had been sold. Went down there and aside from a bit of chaos ... so I closed my account and when asked to account for why I had closed my account I said I could not tolerate not being able to count on my banker
Your fascination for your own sartorial fashion never fails to fascinate us - new war cry in NC is "UP your kilt, you glaikit scallywag !!"
Insofar as all the paperwork, you can be grateful you do not have to add a bloody fingerprint to each and every page of documentation ... In the past, a blood oath required that each party make a small cut in the right hand and actually mix blood as they shook hands.Blood Oath Law and Legal Definition | USLegal, Inc.
Whatcha gonna do when you go bald from stress? Hmm?
GENEALOGY -- well, as per the usual Admin swooped in and ripped off my Contributions (all 1018 for Oct) and pasted thereat a badge
I was #1 contributor for Clack, Stadtmiller, Peacock, Sheela, Chrisman (working my skinny buns to the bone, too)
Did the usual Sources and Suggestions and developed a number of profiles and inspected some merges that had happened
Added a new person now and then as a spouse or parent or child to some other person and also sorted out several botched connections after some searching for records ...
Fought the usual fight with Drafts. Gah.
AND there's the ongoing fight to deal with this new keyboard (no manual) and some of the weird stuff that happens at the merest touch ... gah. Think I found the Help menu for this latest loaner (Chrome notebook)
I do not complain. I DO scream while in the throes of frustration but I do NOT complain. Please note that.
HOME FRONT -- foggy mornings usually and usually clear by noon if not before then
Sig O on a roll, got a lot of stuff out of the garage and into boxes for a donation pick up this next week ... four to eight boxes he scheduled for ... BUT NO SWEAT, man, we have still something four or five times that much remaining to unload ... well, maybe only three times but I have not "done inventory" for some time so I'm not sure.
There is created from removal of objects some space that is not occupied and while that may sound like an oxymoron talking it is visually fascinating ... I can actually see the floor in the garage some parts ... it is novel, after a decade or even half a decade of concealment
There's maybe five zillion fallen leaves decorating the surfaces out there, outside ... mostly yellow, some brown, some red ... vaguely reminds me of photos of mosaics laid out in some Roman homes ... sometimes you can see the colors still yet if not the whole design
I am still exercising, such as it is, still on that gizmo which partakes of some elements of a bike and of the motions one might use on a regular treadmill and of trying to climb a stairway ... sort of ... push down with one leg and the other is forced upward will ye nil ye ...
When I think of the intermittent times I struggled with "Drink to me only with thine eyes" trying to make sense out of it, today the light turned on he? she? is asking that the other one's eyes are fastened upon him? her? and only on him? her?
True, not sure where the booze comes into it but, I'm making progress
There's quite a History, "Celia" by Ben Jonson in 1616 and a song sang in 1936 by John McCormack John McCormack - Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes (1936) - YouTube
Sounds like an Irish Tenor to me, but he could be Scots for all I know .. ah. Good old Google, yes, ye singer be an Irish Tenor ... John McCormack (1884-1945)