Carrying this series forward, I am posting about a discovery of three pairs of boots that my partner found in our attic, which had been stored there since we moved to our house in 1998, and long forgotten.
Man, I did not remember that my very first pair of Wesco boots were not “Boss” (engineer) or harness boots, but were a very tall pair of Highliners. Back in the day…
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Pardon the interruption in this blog’s usual chatter for an emergency that got the hunky EMS guys to carry me away…
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My dear partner, Mr. Neatnik, dutifully packed away some boxes after we moved into our house (in 1998!) that we both forgot about. Recently, he got on a tear about cleaning up and throwing out “junk” that he found in storage in our walk-in attic. Lo-and-behold, one of the boxes that he found had three pairs of boots in it. They had been there since 1998.
What did he find?
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These are lines from standard wedding vows, and is something that couples say to one another during a marriage ceremony. But these words apply just as well, and in my opinion, most directly, to my partner and me regardless of our official marriage status.
My partner remains sick with a very persistent infection that treatments so far have yet to resolve. For better or worse, I’m there….
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Frequently, visitors to this blog or my website are looking for answers to a common question, “What kind of socks do you wear with cowboy (or motorcycle) boots?” Good question — and despite marketing recommendations from some vendors, you don’t have to spend a fortune to have comfortable, dry feet inside boots. (And another reason why I never recommend wearing boots without socks… sweaty feet lead to awful fungal infections.)
Here are my recommendations for the socks to wear with boots.
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Somehow, everything came together and I had a chance to go riding my Harley with my friends yesterday. Nowhere in particular, just across four Maryland counties, enjoying the beauty of late Spring on a uncharacteristically warm day (92°F, 33°C).
Wore jeans, t-shirt, helmet (of course!), and my favorite Chippewa Firefighter boots. Photos taken from my own bike, with the camera mounted on the left saddlebag, pointing backwards. I was riding wing (second position.)
Life is short: ride!
Mt. Airy, Maryland
I drove my partner to visit his mother in Pittsburgh for a quick two-day trip over this past weekend. I did some chores around her house, including (finally) heavying up the electrical system so I could install central air conditioning. None too soon — it was over 90°F (37°C), so the cooling was very welcome relief.
Unfortunately, my mother-in-law’s neighbor is a real sorry excuse for a human being. He called the cops on me twice while I was there.
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Happy Saturday! Unofficial beginning of summer here in the good ol’ U.S.-of-A! Memorial Day weekend, and all that. And summer it is, with temperatures forecast to hit 90°F (32°C) or higher today and tomorrow!
Lots going on here in Greater Suburbia of Worshinun*.
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Oh fiddlesticks, I was outted. I was participating in a community meeting the other night, where we were discussing redevelopment of a tired old suburban shopping district, where I once lived and where I own several properties that I rent to community heroes so they have an affordable place to stay in the community where they work.
During the meeting, there was a fair amount of discussion about just what types of development we thought would be appropriate for this community. Currently, there are a number of small Mamma-and-Pappa Shops — I say that because most of the shops are owned and operated by people of Hispanic origin. Lots of stores and restaurants that cater to the large Hispanic population in the area.
Someone said, “there isn’t any night life here any more. There used to be a gay bar, but they closed. I wonder why?”
Then someone else pointed at me and said, “go ask that gay guy.”
Oh cripes….
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I admit, I thought I had seen everything, but this message takes the prize for being the most indecipherable I have been sent (to date).
Using an on-line converter, I figured out this was text-speech for “are you going to International Mr. Leather in Chicago?”
Hmmmm….
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