It was a dark and stormy Saturday night. Both of the kids were apprehensive about the coming weather, and both are scared by thunder, but we got them in bed without too much trouble. Michelle and I turned in as well, laying in the dark, ready to sleep but not dropping off yet.
As the lightning began and the thunder rumbled, Michelle spoke into the darkness, "I wonder which one will be in first to sleep with us?"
Sure enough, a couple more rumbles later and we were no longer two-in-the-bed but three: shivering, breathing hard, and terrified.
It was Schipper, the dog.
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Daylight Savings in March has got to be one of the dumbest ideas ever. Beyond legislative hubris, is there any reason for it? The house is cold, dark, and it isn't yet warm enough outside to make opening the windows onto the sunrise-tinted, birdsong-filled air inviting. It's too cold and the birds aren't singing. I mean, what the hell? I've never wanted to live in Arizona, but not having to fuck with my clocks twice a year is an incentive.
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We visited Powell Gardens on Saturday and bought our yearly membership. They had an interesting exhibit with flowers and plants arranged by scent group, with little explanatory cards and sample jars. Michelle enticed me to go with the lure of a carrion flower - I've never smelled one and always been curious - but there was none in evidence. It was a fun trip anyway.
On the way, we stopped at the Cockrell General Store. As you drive Hwy 50 toward Warrensburg, several miles out of Lee's Summit you'll see a sign for it. I never realized what a destination they've tried to make it - not one but four buildings, each offering a themed selection of merchandise: general kitchen; baking; Fiesta ware. I just about lost Michelle in the baking store.
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Katie gets her tonsils out in the morning. She has chosen Bass Pro's restaurant as her "last meal", which means that Jami gets the alligator appetizer he's totally ga-ga over. Not looking forward to the rest of the week: Aspergers + various sensitivities + throat pain + surgery + + +. We'll get through it, we always do.
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The office air conditioner got left on over the weekend, so it's very cold in here today. I turned on the furnace when I came in, but the warmup is very slow. Door's closed, hoping to trap in some of the heat from my PC and various lamps. The cold is good for computers, not so good for fingers. Brr, I say.
As the lightning began and the thunder rumbled, Michelle spoke into the darkness, "I wonder which one will be in first to sleep with us?"
Sure enough, a couple more rumbles later and we were no longer two-in-the-bed but three: shivering, breathing hard, and terrified.
It was Schipper, the dog.
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Daylight Savings in March has got to be one of the dumbest ideas ever. Beyond legislative hubris, is there any reason for it? The house is cold, dark, and it isn't yet warm enough outside to make opening the windows onto the sunrise-tinted, birdsong-filled air inviting. It's too cold and the birds aren't singing. I mean, what the hell? I've never wanted to live in Arizona, but not having to fuck with my clocks twice a year is an incentive.
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We visited Powell Gardens on Saturday and bought our yearly membership. They had an interesting exhibit with flowers and plants arranged by scent group, with little explanatory cards and sample jars. Michelle enticed me to go with the lure of a carrion flower - I've never smelled one and always been curious - but there was none in evidence. It was a fun trip anyway.
On the way, we stopped at the Cockrell General Store. As you drive Hwy 50 toward Warrensburg, several miles out of Lee's Summit you'll see a sign for it. I never realized what a destination they've tried to make it - not one but four buildings, each offering a themed selection of merchandise: general kitchen; baking; Fiesta ware. I just about lost Michelle in the baking store.
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Katie gets her tonsils out in the morning. She has chosen Bass Pro's restaurant as her "last meal", which means that Jami gets the alligator appetizer he's totally ga-ga over. Not looking forward to the rest of the week: Aspergers + various sensitivities + throat pain + surgery + + +. We'll get through it, we always do.
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The office air conditioner got left on over the weekend, so it's very cold in here today. I turned on the furnace when I came in, but the warmup is very slow. Door's closed, hoping to trap in some of the heat from my PC and various lamps. The cold is good for computers, not so good for fingers. Brr, I say.