Hello, future people! It’s Grampa Bob, tonight coming to you from the neighborhood pub (at least for today).
I have been a pretty steady customer at 23rd Street Brewery since they opened years ago. I like a good, hand-crafted ale as much as the next guy… so long as that guy likes good, hand-crafted ale.
Lisa and the kids worked on the house today, in anticipation of our pending relocation, and they put away the hardware we need in place to watch the Kansas-West Virginia game tonight, so Bubba took flight.
Not really flight. Kind of a weird tangent thought that at the time you all read this, there may be flying cars.
Naaah!
We were promised flying cars when I was a kid, one of the wonders that we would enjoy at the turn of the century. Didn’t happen… although there look to be some promising technologies on the horizon, implementing some of the drone technology that has become so popular in the last few years.
And I just took big chance… I ordered off the menu.
One of my favorite dishes over here is the bison/beef meatloaf, and I just asked if I can get it in a sandwich.
Daring step, I know.
I need to return to my quest for the best meatloaf.
Never had a quest before, but what the hell. You only live once, right?
KU and WVU coming up, I might do a little more writing to get my word count up after the fiasco of an entry Saturday night, but to be honest, I was exhausted. Dane and I had been working in the garage all day, and there was all kinds of dust that got kicked up, and we breathed it in… pretty nasty stuff we were breathing in.
I have a greater appreciation for my dad having us kids clean out the garage growing up. Dust can accumulate in the corners fast.
Just saved this as a draft, just in case.
Part of me wants to wax and carry on about the house we’re leaving and the memories that were created there. I also want to pause and reflect on the other places Lisa and I have called home since we met, became engaged and got married.
The little house on Glenn in Wichita, Lisa’s house. Lived there for the first year we were married. Lisa had lived there longer.
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10XXX Meribeau Court in Wichita, Kansas. Our first house we bought together. Good years, but after the opportunity arose, moving from Wichita to Lawrence was a pretty easy choice. Lisa entered a tenure-track faculty position, and we committed to the University of Kansas.
Holy crap, the Duke-Texas game might finish on time!
Duke-Miami… they use that same orange color in South Beach as they do in Austin.
Heavy sigh.
If y’all haven’t figured it out yet, this is what some would refer to as “stream of thought”.
My stream of thought has been declared a Superfund site by the EPA.
OK, might be time for me to shut this one down. I’m more interested in the KU game than I am in writing, to be honest.
Besides that, I don’t know that I want my future descendants to know how I feel about the officiating in this game.
Smiley face… 😉
Ok, so I’ll wing it here for a little bit.
We’re down 6 at 11:30 in the first half.
Now down 13 with 6 minutes left in the first, 30-17.
OK, backing out of this mess. If you want to know wht the final score is, check the archives…
Peace y’all.
