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Time for another apartment comparison. I made the notes for this while sitting in its empty rooms, the morning after the heft ( Read more... )

I was leisurely strolling out of a doctor's appointment with Mary. I asked Mary whether Bob found her as she waited for me in the waiting room. As we ambled in the direction of the elevators because of Mary's hip, she told me that Bob went looking for a drinking fountain ( Read more... )

Please excuse the relative silence that has ensued here; I've dived into a frenzy of packing. With taking care of Toby and prepping to leave this apartment at the end of this month, posting here will be lighter than usual. Don't worry--I have several things I want to write about. And I'll be announcing a large switch once we move into our new place ( Read more... )

Kate is slightly annoyed. It seems that The Laundry Hog and Kate have both chosen the same day to clean their clothes. Who is The Laundry Hog, you say? Kate has encountered him once, when he was finishing up and exiting the premises, so she knows he is a he. This guy takes up all six washers in the laundry building at one time and then all six ( Read more... )

A blogger I read regularly asked an interesting question. I like the way my comment to her post turned out, so I thought I'd copy it here ( Read more... )

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Yesterday, on the last day of the year, I had another amazing sandwich. It featured the last of the dark meat from a Thanksgiving turkey, covered in catsup (not ketchup). With that was a slice of melted colby jack cheese; lastly, ranch dip spread on whole wheat bread that was slightly toasted. A great lunch for the last of those double-oh years ( Read more... )

I had the real post-partum check-up yesterday, which required finding someone to drive me way down the road and finding a babysitter. Wouldn’t it be easier just to take him with you everywhere you go, you say? Well, consider this: I really don’t want to have to install the carseat into every car I jump into, and I get rides from lots of different ( Read more... )

On this day after Thanksgiving, my post is not one of economic gluttony, but of a newborn's hymn of thanks. I'm told that my milk tastes like the food I just ate, like Violet's amazing piece of gum, all from one source. Thus, Toby's song sounds after the feast, when the meal is re-translated into his language and he can eat it and rejoice ( Read more... )