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Not exactly.

But Ann passed her driver license test this past week. Parallel parking and everything.

To say that she’s a driving, errand running fool is an understatement. I can’t blame her. Plus, I’ll never have to buy another maxi pad again. Not a one!

More at Westchester Real Estate Blog. I’d write more here but Mad Men is on soon.


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Luke has informed me that it is no longer acceptable to refer to my self as Daddy or his mother a Mommy. Dad or Mom will suffice. That is what the cool kids call their parents. This day coming was inevitable. He has also recently asked me what being romantic is, as it has been the point of discussion among his peers. I let Mommy his mother field that one.

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Great Quote from Luke

“Almost everything has ingredients.”

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Yep. Unsolicited communication from Gregory this morning, totally appropriate timing, right after getting a big hug. He said it twice and looked right at me. No parroting, no repeating. Out of the blue. Big stuff.

More here and here.

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The pics say it all. More commentary here.



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Most likely because my older brother was a diabetic, we had a dearth of things to snack on growing up. Consequently, I had to make due with strange stuff on which to nosh. Tuna fish with Italian dressing, cheese & crackers, and soup seemed to sustain us between meals. And Olive Condite. Progresso Olive Condite.

I can still remember Sundays at Osage Drive. I was the altar boy at 10:45 mass, Dad was the lector, and Mom was in the choir. Afterward, we’d go to the Ossining Bakery for hard rolls. At home Mom would make hard boiled eggs and we’d have brunch of sorts while we watched Abbott and Costello or the Bowery Boys on Channel 11. These were the pre cable days, so if it was football season and the Giants were the early game we’d have good reception on Channel 2. The Jets were on Channel 4, which wasn’t as good. The Yankees were on Channel 11 also, and that reception bad, but it was the Yankees, so someone fiddled with the rabbit ears until the picture was clear.

Now, at some point, you’d get a little peckish for a nibble. The choices were sparse: hard boiled eggs, a buttered roll, and maybe a pickle. Even after Paul went away to Cornell my folks had drunk the health craze kool-aid, so no Doritos or Twinkies were to be had. Sometimes, in a far corner of the fridge, I’d spy that short bottle with the blue label: Progesso Olive Condite. Olives, vinegar, salt. A tasebud orgy. Lord knows, it didn’t fill you up. But was it tasty.

We don’t have much Progresso on the shelves around here for some reason. Grand Union is now C-Town, and there is a whole aisle of Goya. Yet just like that old refrigerator, in a corner of the store there is that olive condite. It’s made by a different company, but it still tastes great. That’s the bonus-when I was young, it just tasted good. Now, it tastes good, and it takes me back.

Olive Condite

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Ann has begun a her first blog, entitled  Dwellings. I have thought that she should blog for quite some time; she has a voice. It is also therapeutic. She started it on Blogspot a few days ago, which I found ironic- I just migrated my old postings from Typepad to WordPress. I told her that she should migrate to Worpress because I was familiar with it and could help her with tags, etc.

Long story short, not a good move. She’s happy with the Blogger interface, and WordPress won’t let her duplicate her theme, or even a close approximation. So a simple migration becomes a project. We don’t need more projects around here. I’d rather learn Blogger than have her learn WordPress when we have a night of Elf Work ahead of us, and the lightest week of the year to look forward to to catch our breaths. Why is nothing simple?

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