Category: My Darling B
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choices
It’s our custom every year to retire to a booth at The Roman Candle pizza parlor and choose the films that we want to see at the annual Wisconsin Film Festival. In years past, the festival’s schedule has been published a week before tickets went on sale but this year, along with all the other… Read.
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Alchemy
Becky and John joined us for our weekly night-out at Alchemy. My Darling B works with Becky at the DMV and about a month ago invited her and her husband, John, to join us for dinner at Smokey’s the last time we went there. Ever since then we’ve been trying to get together again. Our… Read.
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rerun
I had the strange experience of watching a rerun of a dream last night. My Darling B stole about a trillion dollars that Jack Nicholson stole from a bank, and I helped her steal it by hiding it under the floorboards while Jack was sleeping in the bathtub. He went into a Nicholsonian rage when… Read.
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Gershwin
My Darling B took me to see The Gershwin Songbook at the Overture Center today. Other than a lot of songs by George and Ira, I really wasn’t sure what to expect. The show was produced by an acting troupe called Four Seasons Theatre and the advertising didn’t make it clear whether they were going… Read.
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earworm
“I got a song stuck in my head,” My Darling B said the other day. “Yeah, me too,” I said. “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” She chuckled at that. “Really?” “It’ll be okay,” I assured her. “Mine is one you like.” “Okay,” she said, sounding rather unsure, “if you say so,”… Read.
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all-seeing
I’ve not been posting much lately because My Darling B and I have turned into a couple of TV-watching video fiends, and catching up on pop culture is not something that leaves me a lot of extra time to write this drivel, or shower. Now you don’t have to ask what that smell is when… Read.
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zoom
I remember the very end of a dream as I woke up this morning: A gleaming steam locomotive, one with lots of pinstripes and shiny brass, easing away from the platform of a passenger station and out into the yards, chuffing away. As it faded into the distance I was snapped into full wakefulness by… Read.
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end times
We were on our way home, the car crawling at twenty miles per hour over slush-covered roads that were slowly freezing solid. “It’s the end of the world, isn’t it?” My Darling B asked me. “No,” I chuckled. “The world is not ending. The world will be around for a long time.” “No? Yesterday it… Read.
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fifteen
We are exhausted after our long, long journey to the distant city of Stevens Point, where we stayed overnight after attending the 15th anniversary celebration of the Central Waters Brewing Company in Amherst. Really. I need a nap. Oh, wait, I already had a nap. Guess I’ll write some drivel, then. If, for some reason,… Read.
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my friday
This was how my Friday began: I drove My Darling B to work yesterday because we were going to meet some friends of hers at Smoky’s Club on the west side. If I had the car and went back to pick her up after work, it would eliminate a lot of driving back and forth.… Read.
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