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Veronica and Thomas leave for Wisconsin by car tomorrow.  My sister, Alison, and I leave by truck on Sunday.  That means there will be no posts until we are well and settled in California sometime in early July.  As for comments, well, we will approve them when we see them and can approve them, which may take some time.  So please be patient.  It will be hard for Veronica to find time to do that while with her family and hard for me to do it while strangling and/or being strangled by my sister.

I kid, of course.  Why, here’s a recent picture of Alison and I getting along:

So, while we have fun on our trip (“Yes, I can read a book while you spend 90 minutes plus whatever overage is waiting for someone to score in your World Cup match.”  “It is only the biggest spectator sport in the world, you jackass.”) rest assured that eventually your comments will be perused and approved.

Good times on the road ahead!  California here I come.  Right back where I started from.  In August of 1992.

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It’s that time of year

Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer

I’m not going to finish any more of the song because if you know it, then you’ll know why (and why I’m not embedding the video) and if you don’t, well then go here.  It’s appropriate though because it could have been called “A Very Southie Christmas”.  So it will make for a nice comparison to the song that is embedded at the end. (more…)

As I try to recreate 19 film and book reviews that I lost when the hard drive failed, I’m posting a slideshow I created for my mother.  She turned 75 this past summer and we celebrated by gathering together (the first time all 8 of her grandchildren had ever been in one place – the last time before that all the grandchildren had been gathered, in 2005, there were only five).  Since I wanted to send this to family members who weren’t there but it’s too big to attach to an e-mail, I put it up here for their viewing pleasure (hoping they have an app which can view it).

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Our first picture together – by a waterfall off Route 6 on the road to Tillamook

As Veronica and I lay awake at four this morning listening to Thomas cough, something we had been doing since two since he is still terrible at blowing his nose and instead sniffles, allowing everything to go into his lungs and give him a raspy cough, I reminded Veronica that it was now the 12th of September.  “I assume that’s important,” she said.  “It means eighteen years ago today you were wearing sunflowers.”

That’s a reference to the sunflower dress that she was wearing the first day I met her.  Yes, I remember what she was wearing.  I remember the really cute manager I met on my first day at Barnes & Noble, the one who was all excited about the firemen who came into the store in full uniforms, the one I thought was 31 because she was a manager and in charge and so mature (she was 23) and who, I would later learn, thought I was 19, because of my youthful exuberance, I am certain (I was almost 25).  The manager who I picked out in the Secret Santa exchange (after putting two other names back) and who, when I was waiting for her to leave the breakroom so I could put her final present in her locker, looked at me and said “Are you waiting for me to leave so you can put my Secret Santa gift in my locker?”

We’ve survived through working together at five different jobs, through autism and diabetes, through far too many moves to mention and through a lot of early mornings wishing Thomas was asleep so that we could get back to sleep.  But I wouldn’t have wanted to go through this with anyone else for these last 18 years.

Our most recent picture together. She’s still wonderful. I’m still me.

So, Thomas is home and adapting.  He’s adapting to the needles better than I am and better than he’s adapting to the food changes.  Do you know how many carbs are in a blueberry bagel?  Holy crap!  But he’s adapting well enough that we’re still heading out west for my mother’s 75th birthday later this summer, although now that’s a plane trip (uggh) rather than a drive.  But Veronica prefers that and it means we’ll be home for both the season finale of Doctor Who and the season premiere of Game of Thrones.  Yes, we’ve plowed through six seasons of GoT in the last two months, thus leading to the picture above (no spoilers) and below (spoilers for season finale of Season Six).  Veronica spent one sleepless night at the hospital plowing through Peter Dinklage’s Facebook posts, which, if you watch GoT, are generally hilarious. (more…)

img_1574Well, 2016 is almost over and it’s about damn time.  But there’s still time to open presents and relax for a day (or, maybe more, since Veronica and I left work early on Friday after the idiots doing construction at UMass Boston cut the water line to the Mass Archives).  The picture is Thomas opening his annual ornament from Great-Aunt Melinda and Great-Uncle Dave (who is home for Christmas after a rough year, so that’s something good).

img_1575On the left is a picture of our breakfast.  It’s baked French toast, which Veronica baked in her new Dutch oven, a gift from my mother.  Later today, well, later today we will sit around and probably open the pile of presents and later watch some football.  Later in the week, Veronica and I will be headed down to the City, because, you know, HAMILTON!!!!!!  Woot!  And 2017 might hopefully be better, because, you know, Baby Groot!  And more Star Wars (I’ve seen Rogue One three times so far)!

Oh, and as for why we thought 2016 sucked?  Well, part of it should be obvious.  And part of it is made more obvious with the embedded video below, just one of the gazillion people who died this year.

IMG_0336IMG_0334When we began this blog, oh so many years ago, it was the spawn of a graduate school project that Veronica had done.  It was mainly designed to keep our family updated with what Thomas was doing (before my writings about movies and literature took it over).  Well, we still like to give you updates on Thomas, and this is a big one, because he turned 12 today.  So, for all of you who have known him since he was small or even a baby, it’s time for you to feel old.

Veronica made him an Inside Out cake (with a color and sticker for each emotion).  We also measured him and he’s just under 5’2″ which means by the end of the summer, Veronica will go back to being the shortest person in our family.

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