Meredith Harmon
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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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Days 8 & 9 - Back On the Road
And on the eighth day… nah, this isn’t any massively important trip of epic proportions. The last day of the trip, we were supposed to go to Tarpon Springs. Friend wasn’t feeling it, and I’m not going to force her to do something she really doesn’t want to do, so we decided to just stay around the apartment and chill. Well, the balcony. Let’s face it, the apartment itself was basically stripped clean, and what little was left was being tucked into various parcels and bags.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Wander
Day 7 - All the Creatures
We decided to take a break from the vacay stuff today, and focus on the other reason for being here. But first, friend needed caffeine. She is very much one of those people who needs to cups of java in her before the day, and brain function, can start. I used to be the same, hubby still is, but that dratted double diagnosis put the kibosh to that.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Wander
We're Insane
What the bleeping bleep are we bleeping thinking?? We’re packed and on the road for a trip. To Florida. I’m the ride-or-die friend, folx. You need help, I’m there, doing whatever I can to get you out of the fix. My intensity isn’t for everyone, and that’s okay. Like Dr. Nerdlove says, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m some people’s shot of whiskey.
By Meredith Harmon10 months ago in Wander
Skin Deep
They look perfect, don’t they? Good. Then I’m doing my job. We were so happy when the AI industry fell. What was it with images of fingers, and scissors? Horrible results. All because those with the money didn’t want to pay artisans what they’re worth.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Futurism
Something's Gotta Give
I’m not drunk enough to write out this story. Which is a shame, since I’m highly allergic to alcohol. As in the “one mouthful and take bets if the ambulance gets here in time” scale of things. And I can’t even chug a soda, because that would spike my diabetic self into the stratosphere.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Psyche
