MMM 382

Last gasp of Summer this week, forecast says 80s and 90s from tomorrow on.  60s right now.  We shall see.

Looks warm there.

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MMM 381: Summer’s End

I knew  girl named Summer in high school.  She had a nice end.  I’ve got some work to do before the snow falls, so the break in the heat is welcome, but winter always brings difficulties.  Yes I know summer doesn’t really end for another 3 weeks or so with the Autumnal Equinox.  I don’t celebrate commie holidays, so I needed another theme.  I choose to celebrate Labor Day most years by working as hard as I can at something for which I won’t be paid, as a remembrance of what communism really is.

The toe of a dromedary.

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MMM 380

First day of preschool.  Pray for Oso.

If she wrecks, that’s a whole lotta road rash.

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MMM 375: Lockjaw

Weekend was absolutely awful for yard work.  It was either too hot to be outdoors, or a torrential downpour of rain.  Saturday afternoon I stepped on a roofing staple that pierced my heel.

Did you know Walgreen’s does tetanus/diptheria/pertussis shots?

Beach jeans.

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MMM 371

Power outage yesterday helped us learn that the breaker in the house labeled “barn” might not be connected to, well, anything.  The barn appears to be wired to a breaker labeled “OUT” in the breaker box in the other basement.  Neat!

Big balls around this place.

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MMM 370: Spring returns

It’s back in the 60s here and still raining.

She looks ready for some new fighting game I won’t play.

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MMM 369: I’m sick

I need to detox or catch up on sleep or something.  Been sick off and on for a couple of weeks and haven’t been to the gym in going on 2 months, just haven’t felt up to it.

So clearly, these aren’t working.

Pretty smile.

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MMM 367

Mother’s Day went well at our house, and I pray the same is true in yours.

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Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

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