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The End

Y’all, this laptop was beating up on my last nerve, and that nerve snapped today. I was getting multiple crashes every damned day, generating different error messages. I mean, I’m a tech myself, for goodness sake. I’m usually the one fixing stuff, not the other way around. I was ready to throw in the towel and buy a new computer, regardless of how painful it would be to take on another bill right now. This…

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Like the Down of a Thistle

It’s obviously not Christmas. Other than a line in a holiday poem, I dunno what a wildflower has to do with Christmas, anyway. But thistles, despite their purple flowers, are tenacious and thorny plants, spreading by the thousands in all directions. Imagine your job is to halt their spread nationwide, and you’re given a one-hour deadline to do so. And… GO. Ridiculous, right? That’s been my life the past several months. It’s like trying to…

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Much Munching and Munchkin

The picture at the top of the page may not win any photography competitions, but the chicken pasta salad it depicts tasted good, which trumps photo quality in my book. It’s massively-doctored Suddenly Salad. The boxed pasta only made up about a third of what was in the bowl. I added coarsely-chopped chicken, sliced baby cukes, diced tomato, and chopped mushrooms, plus added some bottled Olive Garden dressing to give it more flavor. Yeah, I…

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Phase 2: Itinerary

Since my handful of readers aren’t familiar, here’s some perspective on why we picked a tiny dot on the map as our landing point, vs. Flagstaff or similar. Aside from lower lodging costs, Williams is actually a cool place, itself: We knew it was a historic town. We were hoping for mid-century kitsch. Looks like paydirt to me! If G insists on the Grand Canyon excursion, I might insist on taking the Grand Canyon Railway,…

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Phase One: Reservations

Vacation days were approved, with the quick rubber stamp I expected. Motel dates are reserved. Warning: sorta-rant ahead. It’s only about an hour from Williams to the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. You’d think a visit to the canyon would be a slam-dunk, except I don’t wanna go. If my lack of interest sounds like blasphemy for someone who loves to travel and see stuff, hear me out. Both G and I have been…

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