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Sep. 11th, 2014


On the way to Duluth.

Sep. 7th, 2014


Helloooo, from
Ironwood, Michigan. We had a great time at the Pride Festival in Marquette, Raymond sold about five or six books, and I ran amock making sure EVERYONE got one of his business cards.

We got back in early enough yesterday evening to go out for dinner with Raymond's mom; then I conked out about 9PM.

Today, it's laundry, lunch, and Lake Superior!

Westward to MICHIGAN!*


Well, we 're both pretty much packed up, and George is over at Chris and Sue's so this trip thing that Raymond abd I are doing tomorrow must be really happening!
*Yeah, I know...

Sep. 1st, 2014


I've not talked about it much here, but Raymond and I will be hitting the road this coming Weds.

First leg is from here (Minneapolis) to Duluth (beep-beep), then to Ironwood, MI for a few days.

From there is off to Marquette for the first "Yooper" Pride. Raymond will be performing some of his poetry, and will have copies of some of his more recent books for sale.

The last leg will be from Marquette to Ashland, WI for another few days, and then back home via Duluth.

Pictures, of course!

I'm back.


Fixed the LJ problem (which means I was finally able to set up a new LJ password)...

About those technical difficulties...

Good morning!

Forgot to pay the internet bill, so I'm off until this Weds. (when I get paid next).  However, I'm connecting to LJ via my iPhone, so at least I'm not TOTALLY offline.  The other bit of "technical difficulties" is that I updated the mobile version of LJ, and then comPLETEly screwed it up.  The web version seems to be just fine.  

Jul. 31st, 2014


Just wanted to drop a quick note; I'm doing an internet fast tomorrow, with the exception of texting with Raymond. So, see you Saturday.


The horrid and very bad book ...

ABCummer out, thankfully without any accreditation to me.


Jul. 15th, 2014


The next person I see in a Twins cap gets bitten. Unless it's a kid. I don't bite kids; it's one of my outstanding qualities...




...sometimes cleaning up my little wee home is like dancing with a Rube Goldberg machine.