Tag: can’t complain
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Family Camp
So five years ago The Lovely Rhonda and I decided to drag the children to our church’s camp for a few days of Family Camp. We took only the older two girls as the youngest was barely two years old and we thought summer camp + diapers = misery. We were kind of correct in…
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Moving is Such Joy
So last weekend we moved into the new house. Actually we moved on Friday, but I was absent because payroll was due and then there was a training that nobody else could do. So The Lovely Rhonda was forced to begin the move without me. We hired some thugs and a truck because a) we…
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Home Rearranged
So we here at The Swamp are pretty much packed in like cordwood, and so The Lovely Rhonda and I have been discussing the merits of moving house. Three years ago the conversation went thusly: TLR: I think we should look into buying a bigger house and moving. Me: NO I HATE THAT IDEA IT…
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The thing wherein I have a birthday
So on Sept. 7th I turned A Certain Age. Really my age is no secret, although the closer I get to fifty, the increasingly strange it feels to say how old I am. I’m 46. I did some math around all this and came to the conclusion that in four more years, I’ll be fifty. …
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This thing which happened, part 4
So anyway, at last the day arrived. Dad and I had spent Friday afternoon (before shopping for helmets etc) frantically cleaning out the adorable miniature garage. This used to be a normal two-car garage, provided the cars were small and didn’t mind being very close to one another, but we had built a bedroom out…
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This thing which happened, part 3
So it was that we signed papers on two brand-new motorcycles. It turns out that if you buy two brand-new motorcycles, the dealership will trailer them right to you even if you live across the river in another state. We eagerly awaited the delivery day, which was Saturday. We signed on Wednesday. We had to…
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This thing which happened, part two
So we arrived at the dealership. It was a Harley and Triumph dealership. Let’s just get this out of the way. I’m not really a Harley person. No offense, they are fine motorcycles, but just like some people are cat people and some people are dog people, some people are Harley People and some people…
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Family Camp Week
So every year for the past four years, and conceivably for all future years, we have attended Family Camp at our church’s camp out in the sticks. I say for all future years because there are people attending this camp who have been doing so nearly all their lives, and they are older than I…
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Say goodnight, 2012.
So it’s New Year’s Eve. Shortly I’m going to log off and make fudge and take it over to some friends’ house and sit and play games and talk to people and eat things dipped into other things and drink things mixed with more things (but not very many things because I want to come…
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Life Changing Accessories
So I’m the one who cleans the shower at our house. It’s an arrangement borne out of a) The Lovely Rhonda’s bleach allergy, b) the excessive mildewy-ness of our particular shower which necessitates the use of bleach, and c) the fact that TLR is willing to take care of the bill-paying. That last point alone…
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