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What’s going on in my life
Polly’s birthday was almost two weeks ago, but she couldn’t get down to Tucson until this weekend. Donna and Polly went shooting Saturday morning and afternoon; in the evening we had friends over for dinner and an impromptu party. Damn, Wog, forget your sun block? Mary Anne brought two cakes (sorry, Schatzi, no chocolate for […]
I don’t often mention it, but we have a cat: Chewie’s about 14 years old. Even when she’s relaxing, she looks like she’s thinking evil thoughts. Schatzi had a big day yesterday: we hashed all afternoon, then had a house full of company in the evening. This is at the party, when she discovered that […]
Donna & Polly spent all day Saturday at the range. Should I worry?
When my kids grew up and moved off on their own, I had all this love and affection left over. Especially since I never used much of it when the kids were around. So I got a dog, and discovered that once you start lavishing love and affection on a pet, things can quickly get […]
Oh, poor neglected blog! So where have I been? Off with Donna to Northern California, seeing family and friends. That’s my alibi, anyway, and here are some photos to prove it: Dick is an old friend and squadron mate from the 32nd Tactical Fighter Squadron in The Netherlands. Donna and I and Dick and Sheila […]
Since I’m blogging about domestic activities this morning, here’s the note I’m leaving for our friends Ed & Gail, who’ll be watching our house and critters while we’re away: I fed Schatzi & Chewie this morning. I left Schatzi’s food on the counter. The little scoop contains the right amount of dry food for her […]
First, it was to be a solo motorcycle trip to Las Vegas and then on to Death Valley, camera in hand. Now it’s an airline flight to the rental car counter in Sacramento, where we’ll embark on a Northern California road trip to visit friends and family in Folsom, Oroville, South Lake Tahoe, Pittsburg, and […]
The other night while we were watching Wheel of Fortune, our nightly pre-dinner ritual, I misinterpreted A_O_T_ON. “Abortion!” I shouted, as Donna shouted “Adoption,” and of course Donna turned out to be right, because Vanna and Pat would never subject us to controversy or unpleasantness. But wouldn’t it be fun if they did? Just imagine […]