Among the things that I noticed during a (rare) full family moment: cellphones are as demanding of attention as are small children. And small children require a whole different level of attention.
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When I was a kid, I wanted to be an older goat. There; an aside for today, stripped from a commercial for some faceless charity. I liked, so I made it my own.
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My vacation isn’t over, yet. However, I did wake at the regular time, and provided a support role for a ride into the city. Funny, when you ride the bus there are a slew of aggravations that don’t get noticed. For example, a car is a cold place to start the day (in January). The windows take a long time to clear, even with the fans on turbo speed. The other drivers are driven, dangerously driven. Can someone pass the word that passing on the right to insert into slowed circulation isn’t productive.
posted in computing, food | Comments Off on Some things work | 271 words
Today was dedicated to renewal. I bought new jeans (renewal). New shirts (renewal). New cookie sheets (renewal).
posted in food, humour | Comments Off on Time for renewal | 334 words
I swear; after spending time in a retail enclave this afternoon, there is now proof of alien life forms among us. Or as a minimum, a ray that can strike thousands stupid at one time. Present company excepted, of course.
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Here I am, before a planned table, with my recalcitrant oven ticking in the background. Will it or will it not? Our stove is a decade old; a lifetime in this microprocessor world, and for the rest of the family the oven has become a symbol of frustrated intentions. “Door” means so much more, when you are hungry.
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Packing the night before, getting up with the rising sun, deciding on the direction to travel; the whole is greater than the sum of the parts. At an hour where we would usually be boiling water for coffee, we were already on the boat.
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Third time in the Doghouse this summer . This afternoon we needed a pop break and some free wifi, so we chose a familiar face and place.
posted in food, travel | Comments Off on In spite of no reservation | 283 words
Sitting over by the fire hall, I can’t help but notice that their free wi-fi now has a name that reflects the status. A change made over the last couple of days; are they getting that much traffic here in the parking lot?
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