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E. Notlob (the Palindrome of Ipswitch)
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Congratulations, you found
me!
As some of you know, Erick Notlob is my internet fake name. This way I get to have fun on the phone when people want
to talk to Mr. Notlob.
Anyway, this site started due to my ever increasing Christmas letter list, in conjunction with my move to Ks., and my
lack luster writing of poetry and books.
One more thing... Free
sites breeds pop ups. Please engage your blocker now! I'm not sure what will pop up, so guard your kids for a
while.
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Moving to KS has been very odd. Everything is divinely falling into place once I accepted His will. However, I
wish He'd of chosen a better time to relocate weather wise. I was telling one of my friends that I wish I had time to
acclimate to winter, as I've never lived in a place that has had a winter. He said that he has spent time in Ks., and
that the cold weather hits in Feb., so I still have time for acclimation.
Anyway, people in Tx. must know that I'm worried about the cold, as they are all trying to fatten me up. I've probably
put on 15 pounds in 3 weeks. Everybody and their dog wanted "one more" night or "one more" dinner, or "one more"
function with me. There was a three week span where I didn't eat one meal at the house.
Speaking of the house, the garage sale was strange. I sold about $800 worth of stuff, but not a lot of the big
stuff I'd rather not move. I really haven't had the time to complete all the small projects to get the house ready
for the market (see gaining 15 pounds). So I'm kind of sweating that part. Perhaps I can sneak into
Tx. after the skiing trip in January. (Yep, they talked me into skiing. I've never been skiing, I might be a natural.)
I'll keep you posted.
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Sub-thought:
As many of you know, I have a cat from hell.
She shows her disapproval of me by finding new and inventive ways to pee on me. Well, I haven't seen her since Thanksgiving.
I've check the pound a few times out of a since of duty. Usually I get into the car rather sad, but a wave of relief
hits me once I reach the corner.
She was an outdoor cat, and she came to the whistle
of the Dradle song. Once I realized that she wasn't visiting her other families, I realized that ALL the neighborhood
cats were gone. I called up Animal Control to be the old blue haired lady hysterically worrying about how I saw on the
Oprah Povitch Primetime 20/20 special that all axe murders performed mass executions of neighborhood animals. I think
it came out like, "Now I'm not make accusations, nor am I wanting my cat back, but if this is a warning cry, you need to know
that..." They sent cat investigators throughout the neighborhood to look for homemade traps.
My guess is
that she was snoozing in the back of a someone’s truck bed, and caught a ride to work.
Perhaps she hitched all the way to Ks. Lord I hope not.
Thanks for reading
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