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Saturday. Boulder. We had a flurry of activity early this morning, with a visit to the Kitchen, and toffee french toast for all. I managed to eat about half. Then we bopped around Target a bit, because I forgot to bring my underwear. We ended up buying a lot of food, too, and we just … Continue reading The town of Boulder on a sleepy Saturday during the school year.
Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book. — Marcus Tullius Cicero Substitute damn every time you’re inclined to write very; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. — Mark Twain Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then … Continue reading qotd(s)
Wish me luck — I am trying kombucha again, allegedly grape flavored this time. I have no idea of the added flavors do anything for it, but y’all know, you’ll be the first to find out, unless my neighbors here at the Laughing Goat here me cursing at a drink bottle. Sunshine yet again today … Continue reading Kombucha, again
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