Category: My Darling B
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that was the day that was
On this misty, crappy, cold day we declined to make the usual weekly circuit of the farmer’s market, so instead My Darling B offered to take me to Plaka Taverna for brunch. Plaka used to be Cleveland’s Diner, one of our favorite places to get breakfast on a Sunday, and they still serve what they Read.
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Alas, Peppino’s
Peppino’s closed up shop in December, and the place is nearly empty now. I used to have dinner here with My Darling B every Friday the Thirteenth (November was the last). Now it’s waiting to become an entirely different Italian restaurant. I miss Peppino’s. Read.
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Star’s cellar
The ides of each month are special here in the Madison area, particularly on Willy Street at the north end of the isthmus. On that glorious day, the fifteenth of each month, Star Liquor offers a fifteen percent discount on every bottle of wine in the store. Well, almost every bottle. I was helping My Read.
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so close
WE’RE SO CLOSE TO SPRING! About a week ago, when winter finally showed the first signs of letting up on us just a bit, My Darling B went out to her garden to paw through the snow cover, searching for sprouting garlic but, so sad, couldn’t find any. This week, it’s been even warmer, and Read.
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lappy
Our cats are both “lappy,” Bonkers more so than Boo. Bonkers almost always sits in my lap, Boo in B’s lap. When I was too busy to share a lap the other night, though, Bonkers jumped up in B’s lap after he thought he’d waited long enough. Then Boo, green-eyed monster that she can be, Read.
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first dancing lesson
Guess what we did last night? We went dancing! We’ve been saying for years that we wanted to take dancing lessons and last week B made a command decision and signed us up for an introductory lesson. We plunked down twenty-five bucks at a studio just north of here for forty-five minutes of private instruction Read.
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sandwiches
“Why’s it impossible to starve in the desert?” I asked My Darling B the other day. A longish silence intervened. I hadn’t attempted to tell B an actual joke in years and I think she may have suspected I was asking for an honest answer. After weighing the question for what seemed like a full Read.
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tangled
My Darling B had a bad dream the other night. She dreamed that she woke up and saw somebody standing in the doorway. It was one of those dreams where she knew she was dreaming, and she knew that if she called out to me I’d wake her up and everything would be all right, Read.
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tired poor
As long as I was digging through old photos and scanning them, I couldn’t resist digitizing this beauty and posting it on the interwebs. This is your favorite O-couple back in 1997 (I think) making an appearance at the local elementary school on their costume day. My Darling B spent all week making that costume. Read.
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Risk
We finally got around to playing that game of Risk last night. B fixed some doner kebaps for dinner using the leftover lamb from the night before. A doner is a Turkish gyro, roast lamb sliced thin and piled in the pocket of a pita-like bread with lots of veggies and yogurt sauce. We discovered Read.
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