In which vacation ends. Sigh. It’s Saturday, at a quarter to eight in the morning. We’re drinking coffee at the dining room table and hoping my mom will get up to see us off. We’re driving back to Ron’s to pick up Truck (since he decided not to stay in Colorado for a few weeks […]

In which we celebrate the holiday like typical Americans: by overeating, sleeping, and watching million-dollar movies on high-end entertainment equipment. Jay-rob and Mr. B slept most of the day yesterday. I sat around in my pajamas with my mom; she did embroidery, I knitted, we talked. I finished a skein of wool and was going […]

In which I blog from someone else’s computer. IN DENVER, CO. I’m in Denver with Mr. B. and Truck. It’s Monday evening, I’ve just had three cocktails at a biker bar called BoBo’s (where Truck almost overheard a drug deal in the men’s room and had The Fear). Truck, Jeffro, Mr. B – Bobo’s – […]

In which I freak out with excitement about enjoying a holiday with people I’m actually related to by blood rather than marriage. We’re taking a whole week and driving west. For Thanksgiving. Oh yeah. Early this coming Saturday morning we’ll be loading ourselves, our dogs, and Truck into a vehicle and driving to Colorado, where […]