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what our grandmothers wore
Wednesday afternoon was the first-ever Dock Day With Grandma. This will take some explaining, which I will do in the morning after everyone else heads to town to continue the Nebraska reunion festivities. But I had to share this picture … Continue reading
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monday morning
Random thoughts from the West: Weather Report: cool, cloudy and looks like rain. Small whitecaps on the lake. A good day to wear jeans and dig out the sweatshirt. We can’t wait for Jeff and Angela’s wedding. I’ve heard a … Continue reading
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sore losers
I am the undisputed Mexican Train Dominoes Champion of the Universe. Just sayin’.
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the eagle has landed
Banjo Man is back in town. And yes, he was holding forth on the dock tonight. About Nebraska football, circa 1963. I left the house at 8 AM today. I remembered my violin, library books, music, camera, phone and purse. … Continue reading
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how to clean a dock
Conversation from July 5th: Me: Uh, honey, what’re those big cement things doing on the dock? Banjo Man: I told you about the flood. The water was so high it covered the dock. Any kind of storm could have wrecked … Continue reading
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because…
because i was making these… i almost missed this. note to self: must remember to look out the window when baking
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wasting way again in margaritaville
Here on the lake we are so depressed. We can’t wait for winter and all those piles of lovely snow to shovel. We miss the icy paths to our 4-wheel drive vehicles. We crave those long, dark evenings that begin … Continue reading
sunset
I’m sure you’ve grown weary of sunset pictures, but tonight was different. The lake was very quiet, and the last glow of sunlight behind the mountains was disappearing when I heard a trumpet. Someone somewhere along the bay played “Taps”. And … Continue reading
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Part One: The Art of Going to the Dump
My good friend, Dancing Mandolin Player, and I go back a long way. A loooonnnnng way. Back to when there were diaper pails in our bathrooms. No one under the age of 40 remembers diaper pails. I should go into … Continue reading
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observations while on the way to town
Things I haven’t seen in New England: 1. a large pick up truck parked by the river, the top of its front windshield stenciled in white block letters, “ELKAHOLIC”. 2. a motorcyclist with three stuffed teddy bears in the basket … Continue reading
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