Category: daily drivel
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function key
Sean’s here to visit while his school is closed and the kids are gone home for the winter break. We drove to Mitchell airport in Milwaukee to pick him up, drove him back and sat down to a delicious dinner of fresh pizza from Angelo’s right up the street. Dinner was supposed to be the Read.
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dinner with Nazis
Happy birthday to Tim! Happy birthday to Tim! Let’s have supper with Nazis! Wait … supper with Nazis? Nazis. Jackboot-wearing Nazis. Skinheaded, swastikas tattooed on their necks, wearing t-shirts made to look like rock concert souvenirs with the dates of “Hitler’s European Tour” on the back. It was the first time we’d been to a Read.
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old codger
I have officially become a codger: I took delivery of my recliner today. It’s even called a “Lounge-O-Matic.” If that’s not codgerish, I don’t know what is. It immediately cast its spell over me; I wrote this drivel while reclined in its lounge-o-riffic embrace. When we first began shopping for what we call “grown-up furniture” Read.
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sports agnostic
Apparently the Milwaukee Brewers (that’s baseball, right?) traded a player to, well, another team … I forget which. I heard about it only because a guy was trying to explain it to me in the break room at work yesterday and he didn’t get the signal that he was speaking to a sports agnostic. Under Read.
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morning routine
It’s 6:30 in the morning – let the pandemonium begin! Sean didn’t wake up to his alarm, so I knocked on his door until I heard him bustle around and grumble something that sounded like “drat!” He’ll be in a mood all morning; he has to be at school by 7:20, and if he doesn’t Read.
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wildcard
I’m on break. There’s always something on my to-do list, but I won’t have to go work a day watch, won’t have day weenies stirring up trouble in my ops area. I’d much rather shovel snow, or fix the balky toilet float, and when I get a minute when nobody’s looking, I’ll sneak upstairs and Read.
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snow plow NOT
Here in the great white north of Japan, you might think these folks would be prepared to deal with lots of snow. How very wrong you’d be, you weeniehead. The motorists of Misawa have never seen a snow plow, or any evidence of one. The Japanese are great at digging up roads and repairing them Read.
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shuss
Some people can strap on a pair of skis and learn to shuss down a hill with only a few minor spills that everybody can sit around and joke about later. Tim’s one of those people. He got on a snowboard and was shooting down the steeper slopes by mid-afternoon. My Darling B, I suspect, Read.
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ramen
Spent the morning shoring up shelving in a storage shed the Air Force built onto our quarters. The shed is five feet square and about ten feet high, with bare, poured concrete walls up the sides, no shelves, and no way to attach any. How useful is that? It wasn’t hard to fix up, but Read.
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visitor
I spent a few hours in the kitchen this afternoon, studying for promotion, glancing over my shoulder out the patio door every so often. We have a visitor. Sometimes the boys drop cereal when they take the trash out to the cans on the patio, and a small black-and-white bird, at little larger than a Read.
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