Three strikes on the side of my Nepali meditation bowl at the beginning and end of each day help me take my mind off this stuff. I am so sick of its fluidity and attempts to define lives. We are all more than this, much more. Ben Franklin wants his image on kites and stoves, not this.
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As the late and great Eartha Kitt more than once purred: "Money, schmoney".
Jill - I think Eartha did enjoy having some and having some fun earning it.
That is a wonderful sentiment. Thank you.
Joe - A sentiment, but not sentimentality I hope.
He does look a bit fed up.
Susan - I also notice his dour face when I open my statements from Franklin Templeton Investments.
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