Category: O’Folks
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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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forecast
Among the things I will not be doing this morning is shoveling the driveway, even though I set my alarm clock to go bleepity-bleep-bleep a half-hour earlier than usual because the all-knowing National Weather Service said there was supposed to be somewhere between five and twelve inches of snow on the ground this morning. The… Read.
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nap
Bonk found the sunny spot in the kitchen. 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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Bentonville
Mom took me to see the Wal-Mart shrine in Bentonville when I went down there to visit her. The front of the five-and-ten-cent store where Bill Walton founded his empire has been preserved and, not surprisingly, just inside the front door there’s a little pretend store filled with old-timey nick-knacks you can pick up as… Read.
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cheese
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flight risk
I flew down to Arkansas last weekend to visit Mom. I used a web service to book my flight because I know bugger-all about that sort of thing. For instance, I was naive enough to think that I could simply call the airline on the phone and ask them to book a flight for me.… Read.
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visiting
I took a little trip this weekend to visit with Mom. As she lives in Arkansas, I had to choose between driving or flying. I’d rather be the subject of almost any kind of invasive strip search than be cooped up in a car for twelve hours, so I chose to fly. And regretted it… Read.
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