Category: O’Folks
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we’re back!
I was just thinking that I would have to tell you our flight home from San Francisco was uneventful, but of course it wasn’t. That’s not how we travel. Our flight home started with a cab ride that was positively batshit crazy. It wasn’t supposed to be a cab ride. The hotel supposedly had an… Read.
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hoppy couple
When I take photos with my smart phone, it automatically saves them to my Google account, and when I take a series of photos that all look the same, Google makes a flip-card cartoon out of them. The only time I remember this feature is afterward, when I’m looking through my photos and I find… Read.
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Bristol Renaissance Fair
Giant rats on a stick? “Pass the mustard!” said My Darling B. Would it be a renaissance fair without food on a stick? I can’t see how. That, and a funny hat were all I needed to make this the greatest weekend ever, and although I had to try on a lot of funny hats,… Read.
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unexpected
The cats were out of food. I was out running errands. That’s how I found myself on Willy Street on Sunday morning outside Mad Cat. Nothing unusual about that. As I walked up the sidewalk to the shop, a young woman I didn’t recognize, walking toward me from the corner, was waving at me like… Read.
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mosh pit
Sean and Nikki, dancing fools, at the Great Taste of the Midwest. Read.
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Bonkity-bonk-bonk
Time for a Bonkers Update. Bonkers is doing pretty darned well for a cat with an indeterminate amount of brain damage caused by an unknown agent. He eats nothing but canned food and he gets almost all the lap time he wants (sometimes he wants it when I’m still doing chores, so no joy then).… Read.
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Great Taste 2013
Time once again for the Great Taste of the Midwest, the very best beer fest anywhere in the world, as if that has to be said. We’ve been going to the Great Taste every year for seven years now but this time around there were two significantly different changes to the way we attended. The… Read.
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dumbshits
We woke last night to the sound of screaming. The weather was so mild that we left all the windows open, so we could clearly hear what sounded like at least two people, maybe three or more screaming their heads off somewhere down the block. B said later she was scared it was some kind… Read.
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vanishing act
Not really sure where the weekend went. It was here when I got up this morning, but now I can’t find it no matter how many places I look for it. When I got up this morning, I decided the first thing I was going to do was write a rough draft of an itinerary… Read.
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B goes to market
My Darling B at the farmer’s market this morning. Read.
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