Tired old grys-baardjie (grey-beard).
Putting away the pots and pans yesterday, a folded paper fell from inside the top of the cupboard somehow, as though it had been hidden there, carefully stuck in place. And I unfolded it with anticipation, with all kinds of thoughts and feelings going very fast through my mind, to the effect of it being a treasure-map of some kind.
All our debts would be paid, our mortgage, the house would belong to us, we could get the girls over to live here permanently, we could put the boys through college without them having to incur massive student loan debt, we could have a retirement plan, go on vacations, give money to those of our friends and family who require assistance, never have to worry again.....
It was a diagram for how the burners on the stove-top were piped with gas.
An interesting perspective:
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