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Annoucement

It’s nothing earth shattering. I did what a lot of folks do over the holidays. We ate a lot of food and did a lot of playing with the kids. Here’s some real excitement for you: Publication 15 was released by the IRS just before the holiday weekend! So I put in a little work too. It wasn’t much. I saved it for those times when Beth was doing homework. She’s got a big project…
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Different

The last thing she said was “I never liked beards.” The last thing she (the other she) said was “when are you going to shave?” The last thing he said was, “daddy, you’re prickly.” One person asked me why and I said the first thing that popped in my head (I really should know better by now). “You know how they say you should dress for your next job?
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my place

It’s the time of year when the weather begs you to come outside. After the kids have gone to bed and Cheryl’s pain meds have kicked in for the night, this is where I hide for a few hours. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I just browse through the news. Sometimes I just stop and listen for a while. You can’t escape the sound of cars here, and they’re always there – the…
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Software hopping

Why do I even need to blog from my phone? Isn’t it bad enough I spend a chunk of my PC time writting? Now I’ve got to encourage a repetitive motion injury in my thumbs typing on my phone? You should know that I don’t like to use the “PC” acronym here, which implies Windows, and all the evil associated with that label. Yes, I do. I did some blogging lite before, when I…
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I miss it

It never let us down. It took care of us. It took care of Cheryl when she needed to be protected. I hadn’t really thought about it much. I’ve had plenty of other things to think about (and do). Tonight I was playing around with the phone and ended up on a street view of our house on google, and there it was in our drive way, parked next to my little blue Civic: our old CR-V. We really…
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Urban jungle

Do you know where you fit on the highway food chain? Were you even aware it exists? My father always used to joke about New England drivers, saying “when you’re on Rt 128, making eye contact is a sign of weakness. They’ll have you for lunch.” I think I’ve written about this before, but I’m not sure I’ve properly accounted for my place in the traffic circle…
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