Category: once a cheesehead…
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We will be getting the Tin Can Cottage ready for use soon. The benches and cushions are ready, the station wagon is full of supplies.The winter was long and cruel, but somehow I'm still not ready for spring yet…my trailer "to do" lists are too long. I'm looking forward to it, but I have reservations…
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At the Domes for the winter farmers market today…apparently you HAVE to have a baby to get in! Free range coffee, twenty dollar chicken, cruelty-free cookies, stroller envy, gender neutral names, ironic onesies, smart phones taking pictures of other smart phones… the place was packed, bumper to bumper strollers…I had no idea there were so…
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The new dinette benches for the trailer are almost done! I can't believe what an amazing job Dad did recreating them from the crumbled, rotting mess that we had to work from as a template. Now I need to order the table top to go with them, just have to work out the support mechanism…
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” Friday’s shootings bring the total in the last week to 26. Eight people have been killed in those shootings.” That’s just one week. In my town. In Milwaukee. Not Syria, not Afghanistan. I’m so frustrated and sad and feel helpless to do anything about it. We are slaughtering our own, letting our neighbors and…
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Paul was out of town for work all week, leaving me alone with baby. He worried if I’d be able to manage on my own, I worried if four days would be enough alone time for me! It was so pleasant to get ready in the morning without tripping over each other. The nights, however,…
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We walked to the coffee shop this morning, sat outside and watched the neighbors go by in the sunshine. Then we walked to Atwater beach, pushing the stroller all the way down the new slopping walk way to the water. It was a shame that the water quality level was “Red” (e-coli levels too high);…
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I’m sitting in a folding camp chair in my empty dining room. Eight years ago, I was doing the same thing. In Portland, in a tiny one bedroom apartment that had once been a Stumptown brothel. Now, it’s MY dining room. As in MY mortgage. And it’s in Milwaukee. Ok, Shorewood if you want to…
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Less than a week now until we close on Kenmore Place. Every piece of paper has been signed, every document copied, all our accounts verified. The numbers are frightening—does anyone really look at the final number they will pay for a house after 30 years? Even at 3.875%? And that doesn’t even touch the cost…
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Three weeks to go until we close on the house on Kenmore Place. We went through for the third time today, to take key measurements and see for ourselves with clear minds what we have committed ourselves to. It needs work. Lots of work. Lots more work than I recalled. After inspecting crawl spaces…
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The call came in. The counter offer is a good one, well within our budget. Paul asks me, “What do you think? Do you want it?” I reply, with what I think is a romantic meaningful look, happy tears in my eyes: “It’s not what I thought I wanted, but then again, neither were you.”…
girl at large 