Category: daily drivel
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Game night
All four of us, Tim, Sean, My Darling B and I, sat down for a Christmas dinner that B knew the boys would gobble up, her world-famous pasta dish (I can say that without lying even a little bit because she’s prepared it in every place we’ve lived) that we call pepperoni-rigatoni. It’s pasta and… Read.
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peppermint bark
My Darling B made peppermint bark! Huzzah! Read.
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Bangor and Aroostook
Whoo! Just finished shoveling snow off the driveway. Gotta sit down a minute. I found this coffee mug at the thrift store yesterday and had to bring it home because I got a thing for choo-choos, but also because “Bangor & Aroostook” sounds enough like a phrase you’d hear in a foreign-language porn film that… Read.
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the plan
I wasn’t going to get up any earlier than five-thirty this morning to fix coffee for My Darling B, but the cats had an agenda and the first item on it was scheduled at five. Bonkers jumped into bed first. This is a new tactic. Before this, he would stand at the end of the… Read.
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consistory
I thought I’d be able to blog a little something when I got home from stress yesterday evening, but really I was a little too worn out and a lot too much filled up with bratwurst, French fries and beer. I had just enough energy left to brush my teeth, change into my jammies and… Read.
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Do Nothing But Read
Today is Do Nothing But Read Day, a suggestion started by a grad student at UW Madison, Amanda Lanyon-LaSage, that gained a much wider audience after she appeared on Joy Cardin’s WPR talk show on Friday evening. Now that’s a holiday I can get behind. I spent the afternoon just as she suggested, curled up… Read.
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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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