Category: O’Folks
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sleeping arrangements
I woke at about four o’clock this morning and was at a complete loss to explain the reason for it. I hadn’t had a dream about a bear chasing and eating me, I didn’t have a cramp in my calf strong enough to bend steel, I hadn’t tried to swallow my tongue while snoring. With… 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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waiting room
I keep finding these guys here in the morning, just sitting, like this, as if they’re waiting for something. They can’t be waiting in line for the bathroom. We have two cat pans and two cats. There is no line, ever. All I can think is, they’re doing that spooky cat thing where they sit… 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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Bonky Moon
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Secretary General of the United Nations, Mister Bonky Moon! We’ve called him Bonkers ever since he came home with us, but you know how it is: You get bored with saying the same thing over and over, or he does something really crazy … actually, that’s how we… 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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the plan
I wasn’t going to get up any earlier than five-thirty this morning to fix coffee for My Darling B, but the cats had an agenda and the first item on it was scheduled at five. Bonkers jumped into bed first. This is a new tactic. Before this, he would stand at the end of the… Read.
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