Tag: Patti
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One’s Self, Avoiding Pecans, and Painting Mishaps – Thoughts from March 27, 2025

March 27, 2025 Here we are again. I’m at the Honda dealer, waiting to get my car serviced. It sounds like I’m waiting for my car outside a brothel, but you need to get your mind out of the gutter. Why you, the future reader of these words, would plant that in my mind, I…
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Out with the Old Shed, In with the New – Thoughts from December 27, 2024

This entry was not actually written on the 27th, but let’s pretend that it was. Patti and I had been working on the outside of the house and now it was time to put in the new shed in the backyard. Step one of putting in the new shed was deconstructing the old shed. Some…
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Christmas, Cats, and a New Cat Tree – Thoughts from December 25, 2024

Just as Christmas Eve was mainly about our niece and nephew’s new baby, Christmas Day was about Scout and her three kittens. Actually, it’s about Scout and her only slightly younger than her adult cats. Until next July, Scout is four and Beatrix, Luna, and Willow are three. Beatrix is about the same size as…
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Things Not Said, No Shoes, and Happy Holidays – Thoughts from December 24, 2024

For Christmas Eve, Patti and I went to our niece and nephew’s house. Patti’s sister, three of her sister’s sons, and an assortment of other people like me were there. Patti’s grandniece (a term I had to look up) was there, which I only mention because she was the adoptive parent of one of Scout’s…
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Cheating, Unhappy Wives, and Eating Together – Thoughts from November 25 and December 2, 2024

November 25, 2024 I’ve never cheated on Patti, and I never will. I’m sure I’ve had opportunities, but I’ve probably missed them by being clueless to such things. If someone was willing to cheat on Patti with me, I wouldn’t want to be with them anyway. My flirting game is virtually nonexistent. I never really…
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Horrible People, Gravelly Throats, and Autobiographies – Thoughts from November 9 to 23, 2024

November 9, 2024 I need to write now more than ever, but I’m afraid of what I’m going to say. When Patti and I took our trip along Route 66, there were Trump signs almost every mile as we drove. We knew there was a huge section of America that ignored every horrible thing Trump…





