You just have to look closely and ferret out the real motivations behind any “criticism”.

If we look around, we see a full-blown conspiracy to attack everything that Americans have worked for and enjoy. Your work and history are examples of what are being attacked. Please do not buckle to the woke mob. This is America where we can be proud of our right of free speech and don’t have to cower behind locked doors in fear of being overheard. Stick with us, Jim.

Oh, I also bought one of those kits of fluids and “instructions” so you can refill your little cartridges. I ended up with ink on more things than planned and would want to see someone else do it successfully before I would try that again. And even if that worked, I would still go with the Epson. I don’t want a hobby of refilling cartridges forever.

After buying quite a few HP printers over the last 30 years and an endless number of little cartridges that never fit the new printer, I bought an Epson ET-3760 online over two years ago. It came with one container of each of three colors of ink and three containers of black ink. I just poured in the second black container and still haven’t needed to refill the others. The ink comes in containers that attach down onto the printer tanks, have a valve, and do not spill, even if you only partially drain the container. I have never had an issue with this printer and will never buy a cartridge printer again.

Mercer Island, Washington has outlets under covers at the base of the poles along some streets. Works great for Farmer’s Market vendors who need power for their products.

It also makes it hard to set up living quarters without electricity.

Ok….You’ve got to share the price.

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I bought one of these orchid plants at Trader Joe’s and left the clear plastic sleeve on it. It’s still going strong after over 10 years.

The chest is a wonderful example of an antique “bonnet chest”. I have one that my grandmother left me. It survived in a bedroom that was struck by lightning in Modesto, although it was shot blasted by flying plaster. When awakened by the lightning, grandmother didn’t find any naked model on top of it. Oh well.

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Could the white hillside be mine tailings?

Reminds me of an old woman living outside Willow Creek, California who sometimes put out chunks of bread, wetted with a bit of vodka, and was later able to collect a couple quail for dinner.

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This keeps tempting me.