Category: O’Folks
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moved
In yet another demonstration of just how out of shape I’ve become over the winter, I huffed and puffed my way up three flights of stairs while helping Tim move into his apartment downtown. A twenty-something doesn’t have all that much to schlep from curbside to apartment, but I was ready for a nap after… Read.
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garden vs. big band
I asked My Darling B to go with me to see The Fountain Big Band Sunday night, but the weather was so warm and sunny that, when she went out in the morning to play in her garden, she couldn’t leave it for anything. She had to keep on playing in the dirt, so I… Read.
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bed head
Best bed head ever? Read.
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aarp
My Darling B laughed when I got my first offer for a membership card to AARP. “That means you’re officially old,” she said. She wasn’t laughing when she got her first AARP card in the mail last night, though. “Those bastards! I’ve got a whole month left!” was all she could say. Read.
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Princess Mononoke
I actually lured Tim out into public today by dangling the promise of a free screening of Princess Mononoke in front of his nose. He had to think about it for a moment or two, but not too hard before he agreed. The show was part of a program put on by the University of… Read.
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Casablanca
At dinner last night before we went to see Casablanca, My Darling B said she worked with someone who had never seen it. Think of that. There are people among us – they look normal! Just like us! – who have never seen Casablanca! How is that physically possible? There are some things that can… Read.
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itchy & scratchy
I have itchy face. I woke up with a little tic tugging at my eyebrow, rubbed it away, then got up to do the other thing I always have to do when I wake up in the middle of the night: go to the bathroom. The tic came back while I was sitting there, but… Read.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail
I don’t know if it was the lamb tartar or the rabbit sausage, but something I ate last night gave me the stinkiest farts EVAR! I’ve never had anything tartar before, so if I had to guess, I’d say it was that. The rabbit sausage was so rich, though, that I wouldn’t be surprised if… Read.
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an afternoon with beer
One of Madison’s own breweries, Ale Asylum, recently moved from its original location on Kinsman Blvd down the street and around the corner to a bigger, purpose-built brewing house that even The Google doesn’t know about yet* on Pankratz St, and until yesterday we were possibly the last people in town who hadn’t been there… Read.
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hop in
Many many moons ago I drove my lemon yellow Volkswagen bus from Colorado to California to visit my brother. I drove south from Denver to Albuquerque and then, in spite of every lesson I learned from Bugs Bunny about taking a left turn there,* I turned right, drove all the way across Arizona on old… Read.
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