If I ever meet with you in person, I can show you!
Wash ,'War Stories'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
meara, where were the batting cages you went to? On Stark, by any chance? I ask because there are batting cages near my sister's house that I use as a landmark and it would really be something if that's where you were.
If I ever meet with you in person, I can show you!
Yay!
I was born in TN, in the '50s and looking back, I got a lot of the casual racism in grained. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that some of the songs my older sisters had learned in Camp Fire Girls were about slaves, real slaves.
And I thought the song, In the Dixieland was about me be cause I was born, early on a frosty morn, in Dixieland. Seriously!
By the time I was in High School, and we'd moved quite a bit and far away from TN, I knew the Civil War was about slavery. It was also the height of the Civil Rights movement, so that had a lot to do with my knowledge level.
Neighborhood wine night. And I got my recluse neighbor across the street(who I didn't meet until this weekend! And she's been here 32 years!) to attend. And she's signing up for more and joined a bookclub/foodclub another neighbor participates in. She's super interesting, I think she's just an introvert like me who hasn't been pressed to expand since she retired but is actually really game to meet neighbors if otherwise initiated.
It was good.
-t, they were out in Hillsboro? My friend lives in Aloha now, so it was near. They had bowling and batting cages
OK, not down the street from my sister. Sounds pretty fun, though
Made some decent banana muffins last night. Not outstanding, but considering I used milk on the verge of spoiling, bananas that were frozen about three days past the point of no return, and expired baking powder, not bad at all.
Way to salvage ingredients from the brink of despair!
A 7AM meeting means I'm ready for lunch by about...now.