Icarus, the calico cat that seems to run the place here, just walked across my modem, knocked my coffee cup on the floor and settled herself on top of the HP tower. She is thinking about swatting that blinking light and if she does that she is going to hit the power button and I will be on hold for a while. Let's hope that does not happen. Just so you know I am keeping busy, I took the grand daughter and her beau to the Friday night Art Walk on Union.
We first went to the library to see the Pueblo AIDS Memorial Quilt display. We arrived simultaneously with the fire engine and the ambulance. I do not know where the emergency was and no one inside seemed too alarmed. We checked with the lady at the desk and she told us we were on our own for the art walk. She suggested that we start over at the Cup and Cork, but since I knew what the "Cork" was and these kids are 15 or 16 years old, we skipped that part. We were advised to just walk across the bridge and on up Union. I opted to drive down there and leave the car in a central location and walk both ways.
Just wanted to see what that was about. First it was cold. We saw one group of carolers twice. This very quickly lost all luster to the three of us. We decided we were hungry and I wanted a greasy hamburger that would slam my aorta shut and get me out of my misery. Where to go?
I remembered Carl Jr's or Carl's Jr, or something like that and their advertisements that showed all kinds of stuff squirting out when the guy took a bite. I figured some of that had to be grease, so off we went. Bad choice. I got a Bacon Cheeseburger, French fries, and a soda. That was the driest thing I ever bit into. Totally it consisted of a bun, hamburger patty, a piece of cheese, 2 pieces of tissue paper thin bacon that clung together for safety, two dried out onion rings that actually had at one time held an onion ring, and a stain on the bun that I later identified as barbeque sauce. I squirted a couple packages of ketchup on it and did finally get it to drip. Gross. Even the French fries were not greasy. The Dr. Pepper was pretty good. Total cost for the three of us was $21 and some change. I still have a fully functioning aorta, so if anyone knows where to get a greasy hamburger, please let me know.
Ah, I see Icarus has now gone over and settled herself in her box on top of the filing cabinet. I see we are supposed to maybe by some miracle, get a little snow tonight. Not thinking that is going to happen, but it is winter and it should. I am going down and whip out a couple seed catchers a lady ordered and then I think I will work on my warp for the loom. I will probably leave the computer asleep tomorrow since it is a busy day, but I fully intend to dredge up some memories about Nickerson, Kansas on Monday or Tuesday. See you then.
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We first went to the library to see the Pueblo AIDS Memorial Quilt display. We arrived simultaneously with the fire engine and the ambulance. I do not know where the emergency was and no one inside seemed too alarmed. We checked with the lady at the desk and she told us we were on our own for the art walk. She suggested that we start over at the Cup and Cork, but since I knew what the "Cork" was and these kids are 15 or 16 years old, we skipped that part. We were advised to just walk across the bridge and on up Union. I opted to drive down there and leave the car in a central location and walk both ways.
Just wanted to see what that was about. First it was cold. We saw one group of carolers twice. This very quickly lost all luster to the three of us. We decided we were hungry and I wanted a greasy hamburger that would slam my aorta shut and get me out of my misery. Where to go?
I remembered Carl Jr's or Carl's Jr, or something like that and their advertisements that showed all kinds of stuff squirting out when the guy took a bite. I figured some of that had to be grease, so off we went. Bad choice. I got a Bacon Cheeseburger, French fries, and a soda. That was the driest thing I ever bit into. Totally it consisted of a bun, hamburger patty, a piece of cheese, 2 pieces of tissue paper thin bacon that clung together for safety, two dried out onion rings that actually had at one time held an onion ring, and a stain on the bun that I later identified as barbeque sauce. I squirted a couple packages of ketchup on it and did finally get it to drip. Gross. Even the French fries were not greasy. The Dr. Pepper was pretty good. Total cost for the three of us was $21 and some change. I still have a fully functioning aorta, so if anyone knows where to get a greasy hamburger, please let me know.
Ah, I see Icarus has now gone over and settled herself in her box on top of the filing cabinet. I see we are supposed to maybe by some miracle, get a little snow tonight. Not thinking that is going to happen, but it is winter and it should. I am going down and whip out a couple seed catchers a lady ordered and then I think I will work on my warp for the loom. I will probably leave the computer asleep tomorrow since it is a busy day, but I fully intend to dredge up some memories about Nickerson, Kansas on Monday or Tuesday. See you then.
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