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Mother’s Day. Lee said “Happy Mother’s Day” this morning. Hey. I’d forgotten. Something happened this morning that reminded me why I like Colorado. Grocery shopping. A woman started flirting with my daughter, asked me how old she was. They played while I picked out pork chops. She told me about her granddaughter, two: a very […]

Computer. I don’t remember if I mentioned it. Lee bought me a 386 laptop for $20 at this place called the “Book Rack.” –Actually, it sounded like the perfect idea for a business. Used books and computer shit. Throw in an espresso machine and I’m buying stock, OK? And all the computer equipment is guaranteed

Poppies. Speaking of flowers, it turns out some beautiful soul left us some poppies in the front yard off to the side. Hey. Even if it snows tonight (and it might), three of them have bloomed so far. Georgia O’Keefe fan. Well, you might have guessed.

Banshee Stud-lios. The new issue of

Joe. Many thanks to Joe, who pulled together when I had serious doubts that he intended to do so.

Birthday. My twenty-ninth birthday, on May 1st, was a particularly miserable day. Nobody remembered, except Lee, and he didn’t even say “Happy Birthday” until I told him to. I was upset. Twenty-nine. No “Happy Birthday.” Well, maybe depressed is a better word, except when you get depressed, you don’t get snippy. So I was upset:

Remiss. Man, have I been slacking on the blog. I’ll try to remedy that.

Updates. Briefly, Ray’s teething. She’s had a 101F axillary fever since Saturday; we took her to the doc today. –Oh yeah, she might also have a viral infection. She has a a ring of drool around her neck. And two new teeth so far. She’s at 26 pounds and 32 and 3/4 inches. So that

Road Trip. We’ve all safely returned from the SD road trip. We missed Mike (sorry, Mike!) but caught everyone else. The family gathering for my side of the family was too big for my tastes; I have a hard time dealing with that many people at once, unless I can ride herd on a basement

Tax day. It might help to kick the cat. If you have a cat. Seriously, though, when payday and tax day fall on the same day, it’s hard to be as bitter as you could be. The little accountant on my shoulder (no, I don’t listen too often) releases his breath. Phew. I don’t think