Monthly Archives: January 2010

Veni, Vidi but no Vici

Winter                              Waxing Cold Moon Did something today I’ve not done in many years, decades, certainly not this millennium.  I conjugated verbs.  Latin verbs. Laudare (to praise) Laudo     Laudamus Laudas   Laudatis Laudat   Laudant What do you know?  Next is translating some … Continue reading

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Holy, Water. Bathman

Winter                                              Waxing Cold Moon Namaste.  The restaurant.  Where we ate lunch and discussed Stealing the Mona Lisa, an impenetrable book most thought, a romp in psychoanalytical language cursed with the stodgy background of Freud rather than an expansive peyote fueled … Continue reading

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Hey, Ho Costco

Winter                              Waxing Cold Moon My upper body and aerobic work out is in for the day.  I bought 8 40lb bags of dogfood, lifted them all them three times:  onto the cart, off the cart into the car, out of … Continue reading

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Living in Alien Land

Winter                                        Waxing Cold Moon The NFC championship game  is today.  You know where I’ll be.  Yup.  Right there in the chair, cheering on the Vikes.  After dispassionately reading all the match-up analysis and carefully considering all the key information, I … Continue reading

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Rain? In January?

Winter                                               Waxing Cold Moon These are the ten coldest days of the year on average.  And we have rain.  Whass’ up? A full day back from the Mile High City, where it was spring, and I return to sloppy, icy … Continue reading

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One last hug, Granpop!

Winter                               Waxing Cold Moon Ruthie ran down the drive and said, “One last hug, Granpop!”  We had come back from an evening at the childhood sensation, Chuck E. Cheese.  I hugged Jon and Jen, kissed Gabe, under a crescent moon … Continue reading

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