I spent much of last week driving in the Twin Cities metro. It’s an area I haven’t had to navigate much on my own because my husband loves to drive and has an excellent directional ability, so he’s done almost all the driving whenever we visit. (He’s so good at driving that even if he gets momentarily lost and turns the wrong way, he instantly knows it, saying, “This doesn’t feel right.”) As a passenger,…
Erik and I went for a benefit motorcycle ride yesterday, before today’s blistering heat (thank goodness!). It was the Alzheimer’s Ride for the Mind and, in my rough estimate, about 100 motorcycles showed up at the Buckman Bank Tavern to take part. Hubby recently purchased a new-to-him Harley Davidson, having gone many years without riding due to a back injury. Prior to that, he had a Honda Shadow Ace 1100 Tourer and we used to…
Meep. A tiny, made up word in the Warner family that does a lot of work for its size. Meep. It’s a word that mostly I use when communicating via text with two family members. Thus, it falls into the category of family language, wherein a family group uses language in special ways just among its members. Meep. I started using this word when Young Son entered the navy several years ago. After bootcamp, he…