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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.
From: “Internal Revenue Service” <bufgzg@accounts.net> To: undisclosed-recipients Subj: Tax refound (28371231) $620.50 I swear, it just doesn’t get any better than this!
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 […]
No one wants to read the squalid details of another’s illness, so I’ll spare you that. I’ll merely report that I picked up a stomach bug two nights ago, and the details were squalid indeed. Although the worst of it has passed, the blahs persist. What’s worse, I passed it on to poor Donna, who […]