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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 


We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Fulfilling my Grandfather’s Dream


I have started working days again and have to wear normal work clothes.  No more shorts and whatever clean I find at the bottom of my closet which has been convenient for the last 3 years.  I have 3 nice suits for when I go for meetings, weddings and funerals and then 2 or 3 random pairs of slacks and dress shirts for less formal, but still business functions.  I worked a long stretch over the Thanksgiving Holidays where I wasn’t home much between work and festivities, so I had that fleeting thought of, I should just take all my dress clothes to the dry cleaners.  This way, they come back to me in 24 hours all clean, pressed and ready to wear for relatively affordable cost.  I could have done a load of laundry, but then I have to iron them. 

If you’ve ever watch any of my siblings or myself iron, you would never have known that my grandparents and parent worked in a laundry.  AND that’s LAUNDRY, NOT A LAUNDROMAT, VERY different places and businesses. Time is money, but the fact I was going to spend more on dry cleaning then I do on my clothes deterred my motives. 

Only to find out this weekend from my dad, that it was my grandfather’s dream that one day that his grandkids took their shirts to be laundered and not have to launder other people's clothes.  So, I guess I will have to take my clothese to the dry cleaner now since I can’t be a disappointment and I have a valid reason to be lazy.