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Jan 17

In exotic Milford, Connecticut

We met some friends for lunch today. He’s a fireman. She’s a counselor. Also, they are parents, and they brought their kid, who is adorable and interested in pointing at people. They told us of their 2016 real estate horror stories, which were so bizarre and bad we didn’t even tell any of our tales from last year.

And we have some tales, mind you. Tales involving buyers who didn’t understand the concept of boundaries, a realtor who was either a compulsive liar or losing her mind. Tales involving people showing up at inopportune times, and not taking the hint. And we sold our house in less than a week. These are some write the real estate commissioners and complain sort of tales. But our friends’ tales were better. Or worse? Worse. Definitely worse.

Anyway, we had lunch at SmashBurger:

The place where they make burgers like most other places and charge you a bit more. And then they drizzle a little oil on their fries and you think This place is brilliant!

Also, it is the place where the shift leader has to come out and make an announcement that everyone that ordered milkshakes is going to have to wait about 10 minutes because it is just her and three other people working today. They’d been open for an hour.

But the point was visiting and seeing the kid and not so much worrying about burgers or milkshakes we didn’t order. It was cold and wet and raining and it was a good day for friends. We also went to a mall, which is something people seldom say anymore, I gather. We walked into the mall itself through one of the anchor stores and one of the employees there was saying to a coworker that they’d been busy today, but it didn’t especially feel that way. Anyway, we went to a makeup store, which was perhaps the busiest place. It is colorful and full of smells and you can buy a charcoal face scrub product for $47 a pound. I thought about making a video out of it, but remembered I did that in the same store last year:

Which, I suppose, makes this an annual pilgrimage now.

And I took a few pages out of a children’s book, Yellow Copter and cleaned them up. I like these scenes where there is a lot going on:

The theme of this book, if you are like me and unfamiliar, is that the school goes on a field trip and, somehow, the teacher gets stuck on the ferris wheel. Cranes can’t reach her. Jets just zoom on by. But a little yellow helicopter comes to the rescue.

This is the guy on the crane. His original message says something like “Hold on, teach!” I’m going to repurpose it with other positive messages, like this:

I mean, a guy on a crane is holding a sign out there for you? How can you not be encouraged?


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Dec 16

New Year’s Eve

Chasing my best girl all over on a 10-mile run. That blue dot way off in the distance is The Yankee:

Some days she’s faster than me. Some days she’s really faster than me. Look at her go!

It was a 10-mile run, but it was only 26-degrees. (I do not know what is happening.) And this run was important because those last few miles put me cleanly in the top-third of this year-long running challenge I’ve been taking part in. And I’d probably be a percentage point or two higher, but for the cheaters. (Yeah, Darryl, we know you didn’t run 5,244 miles in the first two days of January. Your plane trips don’t count, DARRYL.)

Anyway, getting in a higher percentile is probably a good goal for next year.

At our last little holiday celebration tonight we had a local delicacy. I’m told this was how they were supposed to taste, and that no one does them better than Neri’s.

And Neri’s pastry is pretty delicious. So when in Port Chester, give them a try.

Also, I’m going to use that graphic for something in the upcoming year. I don’t know what it will be yet, but I’m going to use it. It’s an unofficial resolution.

Hey, thanks for spending part of the year with me. Have a safe and happy next orbit around the sun. I’ll see you next year, you know, tomorrow, with resolutions and the usual frivolities.


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Dec 16

Another Christmas party

We had time for a quick run this morning before getting in a car and driving to New Jersey for the pentultimate Christmas of the season. (We’re quite fortunate in that way, to have so many groups of people to celebrate with and so much family that wants to enjoy a bit of the season with us.) This was one of my views as I turned back toward my toward a warm house after an icy, 24-degree three-miler:‬

Sammi, The Love Dog, at New Jersey Christmas:

The Muppets’ “The Christmas Wish” was playing in the background.

Also, this is just the coolest:

That’s The Yankee’s father-in-law’s set. It’s a serious deal, taken quite seriously.


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Dec 16

Travelling again

We are now in Connecticut where it occurred to me that Dunkin Donuts never has any publicity problems with holiday iconography …

… It’s almost enough to make you think that another chain drawing ire is just an elaborate, and yet thinly veiled, earned media campaign.

Also, no matter how big you make it – this is supposedly 20 ounces – the large hot chocolate will never be large enough.

From earlier today:

Video from today in A Short Film Of No Comsequence. #AShortFilmOfNoConsequence

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Dec 16

Travel day

On the road once more, but first, this is a charcoal drawing that some artist sketched up of me once upon a long while ago.

I wish I could find this L.F. Johnson online, and find out how life treated them. I wonder if it was someone my mom knew or if it was a street or a studio thing. One day I’ll ask.

The president’s syntax is catching on bigly in Nashville, Tennessee:

Allie is unimpressed:

And that concludes just one half of the holiday travel experience!