If we were having a beer, you’d be upset. “Are you buying this week?” “Let’s see, I bought the week before Thanks….” “A simple yes or no would suffice.” “Geeze Louise, what’s up with you?” “Aw, come on, you guys aren’t fighting again – are you?” “No Cheryl, we’re not fighting. I’m just not in... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you would be picking on me again. “Can we assume that you were making rather merry on Thursday Mr. Cratchit?” “Excuse me?” “And, excuse me for saying, but if you’re casting him as Bob Cratchit, you are casting yourself as Scrooge.” “Be careful Cheryl, it’s his turn to buy.”... Continue Reading →
Psst, Dan, over here. “Hey Donnie, what’s up?” “Just a head’s up, your buddy is complaining about your being late.” “I guess I better get in there, thanks!” “You’re late.” “I am ten minutes late, and that’s only if we’ve somehow established three o’clock as an official starting time.” “You’re late, Dan. He’s already ordered... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you’d be curious about my recent absence. "Where were you last week?" "Chicago" "Chicago? That's crazy. Cheryl said you were here on Thursday." "He was, I sent him home with wings and lasagna." "So then how did you end up in Chicago?" "I flew." "You're a jerk, you know... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, well, you’d be having water. “I thought you were going to the bar.” “Not today. I thought I’d sit here with you for a while.” “Thanks. I like sitting out here.” “We know, Maddie, we know.” “Well, it was your idea, you and Faith. You guys built that patio... Continue Reading →
Saving me from myself would seem to be your mission, if we were having a beer. “Do you have a trailer?” “I do, but I won’t help you move.” “Ha! No, I thought I saw your car, but it was pulling a trailer.” “Maybe, I picked up a new storm door at Lowe’s.” “No, this... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you’d be confused by my opening remark. “Welcome back!” “Thanks, but I wasn’t gone.” “I guess I should have said ‘welcome back, Cheryl’ to avoid the confusion.” “Oh, right. I’m sorry, Cheryl, I didn’t see you. Unfortunately, I’m looking at him.” “It’s OK, it’s good to be back. So,... Continue Reading →
I though you guys would like to know what Cheryl was doing while we struggled with her replacement. Don’t try to do the geography, it only works in my head.
I’m going to try and turn off comments over here.
In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere in Florida, we looked outside of the vacation peninsula for refuge. Much of my family lives in Louisiana, already filled with evacuees from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey as the state itself is just now recouperating from the mind numbing flooding they experienced last Summer. We have children up in Nebraska, but since flying was already iffy at best, we decided to head to Atlanta where there was ONE hotel that we found good reservations. And where my youngest lives, a great opportunity to visit one of my ducklings.
No, there were no volcanoes there; but what we found were wonderful receptive communities who opened their hotels, restaurants and hearts…
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Note: This visit to the bar is also part of Linda G. Hills Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘vol.’ Find a word with ‘vol’ in it, and use it in your post. Have fun!” If we were having a beer, we would soon be missing Cheryl.... Continue Reading →