The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Oh, all vixens are different. LOL
I lean more toward pianists, and maybe violinists.

I did have a short relationship with the original drummer, sometimes singer, for Vixen. It started in a period when Vixen was broken up and she was playing in a band named Wild Cherry. Vixen got back together a few months later and they offered me the job as their engineer, but by that time I'd stopped seeing my future in rock and roll. The last time I saw her was at a Vixen concert in Dickinson, ND, and we split.

I never figured Laurie to be after my wallet. She made more than I did.
 
If you're going to split, Dickinson is the place to do it
That was followed by a long, dark drive back to Rapid City and some strange hallucinatory experiences brought on by exhaustion and maybe other things, but not by drugs. I watched a 12-foot tennis shoe with flopping laces step out of the scrub and walk down the road in front of me. It was on a back road, and I was driving about 50mph at the time.
 
That was followed by a long, dark drive back to Rapid City and some strange hallucinatory experiences brought on by exhaustion and maybe other things, but not by drugs. I watched a 12-foot tennis shoe with flopping laces step out of the scrub and walk down the road in front of me. It was on a back road, and I was driving about 50mph at the time.
Big Foot's Lost Shoe! I've heard the legends...
I know that drive, there is so much NOTHING I can understand the hallucinations. The mind is just aching for something to look at
I even mentioned that drive in All Aboard Andi's Dream Chapter 7. The gang drove from Minot to Denver (Something I've done many times)
 
Big Foot's Lost Shoe! I've heard the legends...
I know that drive, there is so much NOTHING I can understand the hallucinations. The mind is just aching for something to look at
I even mentioned that drive in All Aboard Andi's Dream Chapter 7. The gang drove from Minot to Denver (Something I've done many times)
There are probably no good routes from Minot to Denver. If you go east from Minot then south through the Black Hills then you get a little scenery before you set sail across the vast sea of grass in eastern Wyoming.
 
If you go east from Minot then south through the Black Hills then you get a little scenery before you set sail across the vast sea of grass in eastern Wyoming.
West from Minot. I go from Minot to Bismarck, then west to Dickenson then south to the Black Hills then from Custer west through Wyoming (dear gawd) To Orrin Junction, then south to Denver

In We're a Wonderful Wife CH12 they're driving from Denver to Bemidji MN in 2 vehicles. and the MMC made everyone get HAM licenses so they'd have someone to talk to in Wyoming because there's no cell and no radio.
 
West from Minot. I go from Minot to Bismarck, then west to Dickenson then south to the Black Hills then from Custer west through Wyoming (dear gawd) To Orrin Junction, then south to Denver

In We're a Wonderful Wife CH12 they're driving from Denver to Bemidji MN in 2 vehicles. and the MMC made everyone get HAM licenses so they'd have someone to talk to in Wyoming because there's no cell and no radio.
The setting of "Every Girl in Edgarville" is an hour or so east of Lusk, Wyo off that road to Denver.

Coulda just used CB. No license required, but they'd have to stay within a few miles of each other.
 
The setting of "Every Girl in Edgarville" is an hour or so east of Lusk, Wyo off that road to Denver.

Coulda just used CB. No license required, but they'd have to stay within a few miles of each other.
That's why my MC decided on HAM. There were some events in the previous chapters which prevented Lanh and Karole from traveling for weeks to heal up a bit so to kill the time the gang started studying. One of the troupe aced all three tests and became an Amateur Extra (Highest HAM license in the US) without ever keying a microphone - and I've seen that happen.

I just chased a crowd of relatives and visitors out of the house, I'll make a pot of tea to celebrate.
 
Late start to the day, although until the fall when I go back to college, albeit part time, everyday can be a late start. So weird.
Peach tea and a good book and music (the new Mr. Big) with a glorious backyard view.
Pure bliss.
Peace, love and happiness all!
 
I've always taken whatever they throw at me.
This semester it's three classes: remedial composition, freshman composition and literature and composition.
 
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I've always taken whatever they throw at me.
This semester it's three classes: remedial composition, freshman composition and literature and composition.
Teaching these, right?

I'm sittin' for a spell. It's supposed to be a hot day, so I planned my schedule to get my outside work done while the morning was still cool and spend the rest of the day in the kitchen putting up frozen goods and starting pickles.

Started with the garden, then went to pick up trash and trim the weeds outside the yard. Followed that with roasting chiles on the gas grill and leaving them in a big pot in the sink to work on later. Took a trip to the hardware store to get some pickling supplies, then came back to freeze corn. I put up enough to keep the two of us eating home-grown sweet corn for a few months, and there's still some useful ears on the plants.

Now the kitchen is clean again, and I'll give myself a few more minutes of sitting-down time before I finish the chiles, fashion some new fermentation weights, and start the pickles. Then I can clean the aquarium.
 
Check and check...

Home early to watch some of the Olympics. Equestrian, judo, rugby 7's. Just to be different. 😎
 
Home early to watch some of the Olympics. Equestrian, judo, rugby 7's. Just to be different.
I love watching the less popular sports in the Olympics - Archery (Makes me want to run out and spend too much money on a decent bow) Sailing (what happened to the bigger boats?) Kayaking (Makes me glad the St. Mary's River is a very long skinny pond) and races on the velodrome!!!
 
After watching today's matches, I realized I could have written one of the characters in my volleyball story a little more affectionately. My familiarity with and experience in volleyball goes back to the '70s and '80s. While I knew about a bunch of rule changes that came in the mid-90s, I haven't been keeping up with watching high-level play. So despite a lot of research for the story, watching the matches today has brought me up to speed on how it's played now.

There is a specialty position in modern court volleyball called a "libero", whose play is governed by a special set of rules. Now I knew about the sport favoring tall players, but seeing it in action I've learned the libero is invariably small and quick. A "saucy" personality would fit that to a T. The last half of of the story has the MMC (a coach figure) bantering with one such saucy FC over game play, and in retrospect if I wrote this player playing the libero position it would really enhance the story.

The Netherlands lost to Turkey in a close one. It was evident in the third set that they were getting tired, but they muddled through to the tie breaker. Too bad; they were (to me) the better team technique-wise. I see it as a coaching failure in not pacing them better.

I just watched the replay of Brazil vs. Kenya. Brazil wiped the floor with 'em, three consecutive sets (of 5) winning by at least 11 points (of 25).

I stand corrected - USA women lost to China in a five-set squeaker.
 
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Coffee is good. Physical Therapy is tough, again. How can a five-pound weight feel like a barrel full of lead? It's so tiny, yet a few reps and arms are like rubber bands. Never mind ten minutes on a treadmill. When the hell did I get so old?
:coffee:;)
 
Coffee. I need coffee. The sun is coming up noticeably later these days and it's still mostly dark outside. I'm up early this morning just because.
 
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