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Oliver Cromwell, Page Your Office, Please

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Talked to the Eldest Gel this evening for the first time since we left her at college Friday.

All is well, except she was griping about some intervention/indoctrination film the class was made to watch. 167 more words

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On Saddling Up

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Whelp, it’s the Eldest’s last day at home (we hope!) so I ducked work and took her out to lunch, just the two of us. 133 more words

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And The Thunder Rolls*

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Ol’ Robbo is thumb-posting from the back porch of Port Swiller Manor this evening, the better to enjoy the lovely thunderstorm that just rolled through (well, is still rolling, in fact), after several infuriating days of near misses. 282 more words

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Dammit

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Ol ‘Robbo was trying just now to thumb-blog a new post on his I-thingy about the pathos which is modern Olympic tee-vee coverage and which I refuse to watch, when said I- thingy ate my effort.   151 more words

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Zoom, Zoom, Zoom

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Ol’Robbo spent the bulk of today traveling to and from the wilds of southwestern Pennsylvania, there retrieving the Middle Gel from camp. 147 more words

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In Which Robbo Lowers The Bar

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This post is sort of a follow-on to the one below because it’s about another thing I often ponder while going walkies in Your Nation’s Capital. 405 more words

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In Which Robbo Is Put In The Picture

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My apologies for being away from the decanter.  I hope it didn’t run dry?  It wasn’t until the Mothe gently reminded me of it yesterday that I realized how long it had been since I last posted.   409 more words

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