Spitball Army

When I think of those months we were together, it seems that every day was a day of romance and adventure too. Marriage is an adventure, and what an exciting, beautiful one.

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Number of times my cat Ziggy screamed for his breakfast: 37 (which is 2,716 in Cat).

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This hasn’t seemed like Sunday at all, as we’ve spent the whole day working.

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Mrs. K. has been working for the U.S.O., but says she can’t make up her mind as to what she really wants to do. Said she has been nursing a finger “which the monkey tried to bite off.”

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Using “The Road Not Taken” and another poem as jumping-off points, Frost biographer Jay Parini hopes to show the vandals the error of their ways — and the redemptive power of poetry.

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Had another young boy ask about buying our Ford today.

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Today I was sidelined with the incapcitating numbies, which is what I am calling the non-specific dizzyness and lethargy that I am associating with a cold. I also can’t sit still in one place today. So I am taking the opportunity to spend the afternoon in my office, clearing out the crap.

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Bill has bought a house, the Ringner house – you’ll recall it, over there across from the old school grounds, next to Alma Kireeng’s house. It was practically all built over in 1925, and is modernized, so he made a pretty fair buy, even though he did pay $2500 for it…

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How to Pull Weeds

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That night, I experienced an extremely vivid nightmare wherein rows and rows of fruit trees marched in formation toward me, hurling rotten tangerines and dirt clods at my head while “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” roared in the background.

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