Category: First course
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More Postcards!
Kansas, the state that goes on forever. People told me driving through Florida would feel like the state never ends. Clearly, they have never driven through Kansas. And yet, RG Daughter and I fell in love with most of the state, especially Lawrence. We wandered the town, hiked up the hill to the KU campus,…
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Postcards
Cincinnati was a lot of fun for a night out. Great Bistro dinner. As we walked through downtown, I couldn’t resist these lights. Driving 70 West through the heartland can be a bit tedious. Thus, we stopped a lot! No, we didn’t actually eat at this spot, but the name and neon was enough to…
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Road Trip
Sure, we could ship her car. Of course, she could fly there. Instead, RG Daughter and I have decided a mother-daughter bonding experience via a road trip is in order. Thus, tomorrow we embark on a three-day overland haul to Colorado. First stop, Ohio to see RG Son. Second stop, somewhere in Kansas (we’ll know…
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Another ‘First’ Day
Today’s top moments, in absolutely no order: * I opened and managed the lunch shift on my own today for the first time. * Everyone was fed lunch, no one complained, and I didn’t screw up too much, except I forgot to turn off the music between shifts. Oh, and one Micros report stumped me…
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It’s Official
“You better get there 15 minutes before they open, RG,” warned one co-worker. “Bring a book and a magazine, maybe a crossword, too,” counseled another. “Just wait,” laughed a third. They were all, to a person, dead wrong. Time it took several years ago to surrender my Maryland driver’s license and obtain a D.C. driver’s…
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On Gaining Perspective from an Email
My writing has been full of woe, of late. Mostly, it has centered around the transitions resulting from my life’s challenges in a new town, a new apartment, a new job. Mostly it has focused on the bad and the sad and the not-quite-right. If pressed, I would have to say I have only had…
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When the Fog Begins to Lift
When you get a good night’s sleep–and by this I mean a no-waking-up-at-four-in-the-morning-for-two-hours-of-worrying sleep–your over-loaded, short-circuiting brain begins to calm down, and you realize the following at the end of the two-shift day after a good night’s sleep: * You know more than you thought you did as you worked to accomplish semi-familiar tasks during…
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Mr. Fabulous
I have a new man in my life. I have to drive to his place to see him, but it’s worth it. When I get there, he does my laundry. All of it. Every last sandy beach towel. And this morning, he welcomed me without hesitation. I knew today would be a tough one. RG…
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Three Weeks…Or Is It a Month…or More?
They are tired of me. Tired of hearing about my plight on my own. Tired of hearing about my plight with landlords and bugs and other landlords who couldn’t care less. “Will you join us at the Oceanside Bar?” No, because you are tired of my story. You say you aren’t, but I can see…
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Shit Fest ’07
Starring, first, The Cable Company! “Ma’am, can I be honest with you?” Sure. That would be refreshing. “I don’t think the technician is going to show up this evening.” No? Really? “The next available time for a technician is five days from now.” Well, that is impossible. I am working the next seven, maybe nine,…