Category: O’Folks
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Happy Holidays
A Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from the Madison O-Folk! Read.
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morning routine
It’s 6:30 in the morning – let the pandemonium begin! Sean didn’t wake up to his alarm, so I knocked on his door until I heard him bustle around and grumble something that sounded like “drat!” He’ll be in a mood all morning; he has to be at school by 7:20, and if he doesn’t Read.
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in the zone
Just don’t even try to get Sean’s attention when his nose is in a book. He was at the kitchen table the other morning, devouring breakfast and a political treatise on the after-effects of fascism in Europe, or similar light reading. Outside, My Darling B, a load of groceries in her arms, tried to get Read.
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driven
Barb seems to be just a little bit worried that she’s driving me crazy, but only a little bit worried. The worry doesn’t stop her, I noticed, from refraining from driving me crazy. It’s nothing she asks me to do that drives me crazy, and nothing she does. Nothing unusual, anyway. She does the normal, Read.
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flying saucer
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guilt trip
Sean’s very sorry, all the time, about everything. Even if he had nothing to do with whatever went wrong, he’s still very sorry about it. There can’t possibly be a more apologetic person on the face of the earth. Barb and I have tried to figure out where all this guilt comes from, but so Read.
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Christmas treats
The Christmas tree’s starting to look pretty brown. We had to buy it several weeks ago because about the only place to get a real Christmas tree around here is from the Boy Scout lot, and they get one shipment of trees at about Thanksgiving. I’m all for being prepared, but that’s a little too Read.
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shirt
B said a funny thing to me the other night – I don’t remember it verbatim, or even how it came up, but she said something about “when I’m the first sergeant.” “Now what is that supposed to mean?” I asked her. “You want me to be a first sergeant?” “I didn’t say I wanted Read.
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shed shed shed I just like saying shed
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