Category: once a cheesehead…
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do I email him? do I call him? do I email him? do I call him? has he googled me? do I call him? will he call me? what does he see if he googles me? ok, googled him. do I call him? do I text him? when is he going to call me? call…
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The sky this morning is crystal blue, the brittle branches are quite beautiful against it, the snow in the yards lays thick like buttercream frosting, and the dog hops through it like it was put there just for her pleasure. Oh, and potatoes never tasted so good. I might just be ok with winter, this…
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It's a gorgeous, sunny day in November. I'm not going to update here, I'm going out there…see ya!
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When Mom leaves for Door County on Tuesday, I'll miss her way with words. My favorites from this summer include: the "un-empty cup of coffee" (bottomless cup of coffee) "crudiments" (accoutrements) being "kerflexed" (combo of kerfuffled and perplexed) "that microwave guy" (Paul Allen)
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Even if the bedroom window had not been open, the thunderstorm earlier this week would have woken me. It was a huge, booming monster of a storm–at one point, the thunder following the lightning by only one second–it was right above the house. I was dreaming when it began, and as the windows rattled from…
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We had dinner at Fond du Lac's The Sunset Supper Club on Friday night, it was the classic small town Wisconsin evening out. The only way to describe it is to transcribe the ordering conversation: "I'll have the petite filet please". "How would you like that?" "Medium Rare" "Baked Potato, Hash Browns, or Cole Slaw"?…
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My social calendar has been so full lately that I haven't had much of a chance to explore the town that is Milwaukee. But I will share with you a few of the pleasant places I've enjoyed so far: Once a week, I get to have a treat of a lunch from Larry's Market. Yum.…
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I miss Dr. Peter. He was my chiropractor in Portland. Twinkly music, aromatic candles, charming art collection on the walls, gentle speaking voice–the whole stereotypical package, including a tender "you just rest here with this wheat husk pillow under your neck listening to the twinkly music for as long as you like" after he was…
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Some days, there's just no escaping the feeling that I've made a huge mistake.
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This was the snow storm last weekend, and we're due for another tomorrow. Ah, April in the midwest!
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