Month: August 2011
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coined
Sometimes during the commute to work we can drive for twenty minutes without saying more that three or four words to each other, and sometimes we can talk non-stop all the way. And sometimes, even though we talk a lot, it all comes down to one or two words. This morning was a two-word morning.… Read.
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spittin
I am never again going to feel guilty about driving to work when the forecast calls for rain. I don’t ride my bike to work a lot. Okay, hardly ever. Almost never, really. So close to never as to make no difference. I mean to, and every spring as soon as the weather breaks I… Read.
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glee
On Sunday morning we went back to the train museum so I could poke around just a little bit more before we left town. I persuaded B to go with me by promising to buy her an ice cream at the old-timey soda fountain next door, which didn’t pan out so well because it turned… Read.
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keys
I have this bizarre recurring dream in which I can’t find the keys to my college dorm room. It usually happens while I’m between classes and I’m heading back to pick up some books I forgot to grab on the way out that morning. In last night’s dream, I had just gotten the keys to… Read.
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22
A couple weeks ago, My Darling B sat down at the dinner table, flipped a brochure at me and asked, “Did you still want to go on this?” I picked up the brochure at the last model train show I went to. It advertised a dinner train out of East Troy on an electric rail… Read.
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plathless
Want to make people hate the poet you love the most? Read your favorite poetry out loud to them. To The Best Of Our Knowledge was on the radio this morning while I was washing the dishes and, wouldn’t you know it, as soon as my hands were deep in the suds, the featured guest… Read.
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mowing
It’s lawnmower day. I’m not sure yet whether I’m going to join the collective mania for Saturday-morning lawn care, or sit on my butt and drink coffee all morning. Our lawn hasn’t been mowed in three weeks. It really didn’t need mowing until last weekend, because every single little blade of grass was crouching down… Read.
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22
My Darling B lucked out big time last night: she didn’t have to prepare a special dinner for our anniversary. Thursday night is guy night, so I put my awesomely manly talents to good use, fired up my trusty Weber grill, and burned some burgers for our celebratory meal. We had some sweet corn in… Read.
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social
After we got our Wednesdays sorted out from our Tuesdays, My Darling B and I went into town after work on the evening that the Madison Homebrewers and Tasters Guild should have been meeting at the Memorial Union on the campus of the University of Wisconsin. Trouble was, we didn’t know what any of them… Read.
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warped
Is this Tuesday or Wednesday? We’re confused. My Darling B kissed me when she picked me up after work and said, “I almost forgot it’s Wednesday! We’re going downtown for the beer thing tonight!” And I said, “Holy shit! I almost forgot, too!” And we got in the car and I headed downtown. I’ve been… Read.
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