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Category Archives: Family
Flew back from NYC yesterday, but my arms are still tired. Anyway… *** Thursday was my last full day in the city. I had been up til past 1 that morning, blogging about my day and the book event. I … Continue reading
In the words of the Queen song, I’m lazing on a Sunday afternoon. There’s playoff football on the tube, but as a Bengals fan, I’m under no obligation to pay much attention, and classes don’t start for another week, so … Continue reading
Mrs. M and I got home from a nice dinner at a local Mexican restaurant about an hour ago, and I’ll get back to reading a collection of Jeremiah Healy’s Cuddy short stories in a little bit. But since we’re … Continue reading
The Spawn is back in Terpville, having headed back yesterday. Mrs. M is at the Y, and I’m tending to a little laundry. Meanwhile. . . *** It was nice having the Spawn with us for a week, but of … Continue reading
Mrs. M and I are downstairs, waiting for the Spawn to wake up. Of course, years ago, it was typically the other way around, but that’s how it has been for the past few years, and we all get to … Continue reading
Mrs. M is at the grocery and the Spawn is back in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, likely chatting with the Main Squeeze back in Terpland. I’m downstairs with the Hound of the Basketballs, listening to Chris Carter’s British … Continue reading
Just got home from the college’s Christmas potluck luncheon, where I supplied some of Mrs. M’s famous homemade fudge — whatever my shortcomings, I do know how to ingratiate myself. The day’s other highlight was taking the Hound of the Basketballs … Continue reading