Category: Seanster
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Back To Unemployment
Now that Sean has gone back to Denver, and My Darling B has gone back to work, I’ll have to go back to the fun of keeping up with the yard work and the housekeeping. Oh, and I suppose I’ll have to look for work, too. We put Sean on a plane to Denver last Read.
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A Fine Day Out
Cows! We went to see the cows at Jordandal Farm yesterday! Let me hear you say “Moo!” When we go to the farmer’s market every weekend we buy most of our meats from Jordandal. We’ve never been disappointed by the food and Carrie and Maria have never been anything but friendly and helpful, so when Read.
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Thursday Night Group Dance
Sean was just game enough to go with us to our weekly group salsa class at Social Life last night. I’m not sure how much he was looking forward to it, but once we got him there and started cutting a rug he picked up quite a few good dance moves in just forty-five minutes! Read.
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Growing Power
Yesterday we all piled into the car and drove to McGovern Park, a north Milwaukee neighborhood near Glendale, where we visited Growing Power, an urban farm. Right in the middle of an urban neighborhood, with houses and apartment blocks all around, these guys were growing veggies and raising fish, chickens, goats and turkeys, and selling Read.
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Sean’s Curse
Sean’s flight from Denver to Minneapolis-Saint Paul was delayed, as if that surprised any of us. Practically every trip he makes to our neck of the woods starts with a telephone call from Denver International Airport that begins, “My flight’s been delayed …” “I’m never flying anywhere with that boy,” My Darling B declared as 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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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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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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