Fat in Indiana

July 31, 2020

Boy do I hate the new blogger dashboard.

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I’m still here, trying to navigate the new Blogger dashboard. Chalk it up to old dog, new tricks syndrome.  I could rip off a paragraph or t...
July 29, 2020

‘Cause I dig it

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sad trombone

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Thunderstorms rolled through yesterday afternoon and evening leaving the grass wet and the air fresh and clean this morning. I need to mow, ...
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July 27, 2020

new week, laced with optimism. As usual.

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Keep yer fingers crossed. I had a promising initial interview with a big widget manufacturer this morning. Well, with the recruiter. Since t...
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July 26, 2020

Random Ramblings CXIV

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Had a great day yesterday. We hung out with some friends, enjoying their pool. Mucho Garcias. A good time was had by all. There is comfort i...
July 25, 2020

What a mess

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I was all jazzed up to watch the Cubs on Opening Day last evening. I turned on the TV and got the “no signal” message. Checked the company w...
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July 24, 2020

twisted logic

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The world is crazy. A NY Times music critic has argued that blind auditions for orchestras are unfair because not enough blacks and Latinos ...
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July 22, 2020

Failure to communicate

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A mother-in-law arrives home from the shops to find her son-in-law Pete in a steaming rage and hurriedly packing his suitcase. “What h...
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July 21, 2020

The best way to recap is with a new hat

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I worked all day at the big box, a full eight on my feet. Twenty-seven plus miles logged since Friday, the doctor will be pleased. I came ho...
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July 20, 2020

Cowboys

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In the days of the Wild West, there was a young cowboy who wanted more than anything to be the greatest gunfighter in the world. He pra...
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July 18, 2020

A post chock full of nutrition

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I woke early this morning. I wish otherwise, but so it goes. It’s been an interesting week. I say that as in weird, strange, different. We...
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July 16, 2020

Ah, the timeless classics

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An old man lived alone in Tasmania. He wanted to dig his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Jase, who used to...
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July 15, 2020

crop dusting memories

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In those days the high school marked the eastern edge of town. That was before they built the new football field or the Applebee’s or the Wa...
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July 14, 2020

You can do it

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Nada. I have declared this “Write Your Own Post Day”. You can publish it in the comments, on your blog, in a diary, write it longhand on...
July 13, 2020

This one is going to get me sent to camp

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Ah, Monday. Another week starts off in the same old way. I’m alone in the manse today, the wife went to the grandgirls’ house to babysit. ...
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July 12, 2020

A 16 x 16 paver is heavy

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It appears I neglected to blog yesterday. I hope you are OK. Were the withdrawal DTs bearable? I spent the day hard at work around the hou...
July 10, 2020

I cannot believe how boring this blog is

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It is Friday. That means nothing to me these days. It is but another day. We won’t crack 90 today, according to the weather babe, the first ...
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July 9, 2020

Musical Interlude

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July 8, 2020

washing away yesterday’s sweat

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I’ve got the early shift at the Big Box this morning. That is no excuse for why I was awake at 4:30. That is on me. And no, I’m not happy ab...
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July 7, 2020

Watermelon Dreams

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It will be another hot one today. It is summer, the heat seems to arrive around this time every year. The heat and humidity might combine to...
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