Category: once a cheesehead…
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House hunting in winter sucks. Our budget means a fixer upper, which we love, but come on! It has to be at least mostly structurally sound. Milwaukee has some ugly, ugly housing stock right now. According to the listings, the highlight of the Wisconsin home apparently is the basement bar. I am determined not to…
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I took Paul up to Cedar Lodge for dinner with Dad last night. I had already explained the fritter appetizer, but I neglected to warn him of the post-dinner meat sweats.
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I'm returning to the Deluxe Hotel in Portland, Oregon tonight for my friend Meg's wedding. I stayed at the Deluxe my very last night in Portland, two years ago. I had packed up the house, the truck had left, the apartment was empty but it was too late and I was too tired to start…
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I dropped in at Dad's on the way back from a last-minute work appointment in Menasha earlier this week. My timing was excellent—they were going to have dinner at Cedar Lodge. Cedar Lodge does what it does very well. Which is to say, it stuffs you to the gills with red meat and ridiculous extras while…
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It is very satisfying to shovel out my front walk; clearing away the 8" of compacted snow and ice that is at last melting into manageable chunks in today's sunny spring tease. It is back-breaking to do it with a trunk-sized emergency car shovel. I should get a proper shovel, but I refuse. I'm a…
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Wow…I had an eventful, lovely summer, but didn't blog from mid-July through mid-September. Perhaps I wasn't blogging because I was out living. Or perhaps it was because I couldn't find my computer under Mom's crumpled Kleenex's. Either way, it's high time to catch up… …huh, all my funny summer stories escape me at the moment.
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He's so frickin' funny, he works like a dog and says it like it is. The older we get, the more I get to know him, the more I regret not being around more when he was younger. I imagine he had a particularly rough time of it, all alone really when the shit storm…
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Lake Michigan early this morning
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You know it's cold out when the poop bag in your pocket is welcome warmth…
girl at large 