"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
What’s going on in my life
Sharing a home office: Me: (at my computer, getting ready to write a blog entry). Donna: (at her computer) “Oh-kay . . .” Me: (waiting). Donna: “You know that thing?” Me: “Ummm.” Donna: (silence). Me: (trying to recapture the blog thought bubble). Donna: “That thing on the thing.” Me: “What thing on what thing?” Donna: […]
Our daughter moved back to Las Vegas last weekend, so now both our children (and our grandchildren) live there. Donna’s birthday is a month from now, so we’ll use that excuse to drive up for a long weekend to see how the kids are doing. I’m trying to get tickets to Bette Midler’s show at […]
Our daughter Polly is changing jobs and moving from Phoenix to Las Vegas. Yesterday Donna and I drove to Phoenix to help her load her stuff onto a U-Haul truck. I had to drive back to Tucson at the end of the day in order to make a medical appointment this morning, but Donna spent […]
I’ve established three different bicycle routes through the neighborhoods around my house. They go in different directions and vary in length from 9 to 13 miles, round trip, but they all have one thing in common: each route goes by the coffee shop at the corner of Tanque Verde and Catalina Highway, where I like […]
Our big ass weekend is still going (as well it should be, since it’s only Saturday): I’m smoking ribs & chicken for dinner while Donna is supervising the coloring of the eggs. I’m live photoblogging the smoking over at Crouton’s Kitchen. And I guess I’m live photoblogging the big ass weekend right here:
Can you call Easter weekend a big ass weekend? I probably just lost any religious readers I ever had. But it is a big ass weekend. Donna’s sister Robin and her teenaged daughter Morgan are here. Our son Gregory, with our daughter-in-law Beth and grandchildren Taylor and Quentin, arrived late last night. Polly will drive […]
Finally, after a bout with the flu, a broken bike, and high winds, I’m back on the bicycle. And I have someone to ride with: Donna’s sister Robin (who brought her bicycle along from Michigan). This morning Robin and I rode through our eastside Tucson neighborhood, with a break stop at the corner coffee shop.
Last night we attended the 50th anniversary party of a couple Donna knows through her bridge group. It was quite the gala affair, with over 200 guests, an open bar (damn it, I knew there was a reason I shouldn’t have quit drinking), a sumptuous buffet, and surprisingly good entertainment: a classical pianist from Mexico […]