• Charlie and Papou, one year later.

  • I met J. for the first time seven years ago today. There have been some great highs and some really low lows, but we’ve made it through them all together.

  • In which Charlie learns that rubber bands are not toys for kitties.

  • All dressed up with no place to go.

  • When you get 18 inches of snow in one day, this is how you plow the streets.

  • J. got me a backgammon/нарды board that matches our living room decor. Gonna have to develop some serious skills before I play any Russians.

  • Post snow-blowing breakfast: two egg & cheese omelette and six ounces of blackened catfish.

  • I miss you, Pa.

  • Picked this up yesterday. It’s a documentary record made in 1966, recorded live in Vietnam.

  • Sunday afternoon, spinning vinyl with Tim. Up first: “Death Might Be Your Santa Claus,” a collection of sermons, blues, jazz, gospel, and devotionals from the Twenties and Thirties. Prominently features the stylings of Reverend J.M. Gates.

  • Snowfall!

  • FIRST SNOW!

  • This classic treat is mandatory here in Wisconsin and over in Minnesota this time of year.

  • I love finding new spots like this in town.

  • Waiting.

  • I’ve always been a big fan of mercury glass, so I’m really enjoying the mercury glass tree we added to our decorations this year.

  • The tale of my last 24 hours.

  • Tree’s lit, Christmas mix is on shuffle, currently playing Marvin Gaye.

  • Next year we’ll try just the rooflines.

  • We decided that we’re going to add some lights in the windows, but we’re trying to keep it tasteful.

  • Christmas Greyhound.

  • Tonight J. told me I can buy a retired fire truck from my dad’s fire department if I can afford the price the department is asking.

  • Lincoln Park, St. Charles, just prior to the Electric Parade.

  • Nike has reached maximum fun at The Annual.

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