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She and I read the paper, and about 14:30 we went out to look at cars.

We got started all wrong, though... looking at ones that we can't afford; then when we look at ones that we can afford, well, they're just so damned cheap-looking! And not really very cool, either.

Anyway, we looked in four used-car lots, and the last two didn't even have prices on their vehicles... really stupid, in my opinion. One of the reasons why I hate buying used cars... the prices are negotiable... and I'm not a negotiator. Tell me what the damned thing costs and I'll make up my mind. Waffle, and I'm gonna get pissed and leave.

And speaking of spam... I get lots of it. There are trends that come and go with spam; right now, there are two of note: one is including the re: in the subject line... like, well, you wrote to me and I'm replying. The other is religious... associating their scam/product with christianity, for instance. And the inevitable consolidation...re: christian singles!

The latter example is pretty silly... after all, if your god wanted you to have a mate, he will provide one, without having to pay joe blow for the number, heh.

Or maybe not... there always seems to be a middleman in religion, heh..

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So after the fourth car lot, Karen got really tired and I took us on home and she took a nap for a coupla hours.

And I've gotta send in the taxes... it's all over except for pushing the button.

Well, there's Mom's that I still have to do... Karen has all of the stuff sorted out... but I need to check her previous returns before I can get started on it.

19:01...
OK, got the button pushed, and the money is going at the speed of light between the federal and Kansas governments, and very little of it is going to settle in my checking account when all is said and done.

It was a beautiful day, weather-wise... sorry, y'all on the right coast... y'all getting our secondhanded tornadoes and rain. That is an amazing weather system, 1500 miles of storms, finally blowing itself out in the Atlantic.

I'm not very good with this little task called, "washing the dishes"... Karen has usually taken care of it, but I've let it pile up... actually, Karen keeps saying that she'll do it, and I like for her to feel useful.

I really need to do it daily, it's a whole lot better that way. Right now, I've done all of the flat stuff and put it in the drainer... about now, I need to go dry the plates and then wash the glasses and the silverware.

While I'm at it, I need to acquire some wisdom.

I have had people tell me that I'm the most wise person that they know. And that may well be, and quite possibly they know a lot of people... who aren't very wise.

And what has my wisdom done for me?

It has... let me know how small I am, and how big is the universe.

... made me feel that I'm the smartest guy in the world... and I will still die.

... made me feel that I'm the dumbest guy in the world... and I will still die.

... made me think about the wisdom of ascribing any value to wisdom.

... let me know how big my mind is, and how small the universe is.

... taught me that whatever I think that I know I really don't, and that whenever anyone says that they're an expert on something, they are likely to be wrong. And when I think that I'm an expert on life, I'm most certainly wrong.

It's really cool to know someone who you think is wise; it's not really very cool when someone else thinks that you're wise.

Wisdom is really over-rated.

And I need to go finish up the dishes.