Showing posts with label John Dickert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Dickert. Show all posts

Friday, March 22, 2013

March 22, 1992


Biggest-grossing movie of the year to date.

I wait for the roof over the garage to collapse.  During the previous melt, I spotted at least four different sources of drips.  Even though the temperature reaches 40, there is no meltdown.  JoAnna does doors during the afternoon and Madison's Mel Gibson sits at the computer inputting constituent data.  I volunteer to make supper.  My oven-fried chicken gets rave reviews, as usual.  (I'm such a kitchen stud.)

Looking ahead to a long day tomorrow, I decide to go to bed early.  Just as I'm sawing some major z's, Andy joins me.  For the rest of the night, I feel like I'm counting the minutes until it's time to get up, get dressed, and get to the Wisconsin Center.  I'm sure I catch a few winks, but it feels like I've been up all night.  My dreams seem to segue with a very uncomfortable reality.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Saturday, December 7, 1991


JoAnna begins her campaigning today, but not before she attends a meeting with her speech therapists' group in Milwaukee.  The boys and I drive her to the AT&T parking ramp, where we left the van last night due to JoAnna's unwillingness to drive while blissfully drunk, and then we go to Perkins for breakfast.  I order two Li'l Cowpokes, and Eddie eats more of his than Andy.

John Dickert stops by the house at about the same time that JoAnna returns.  After they review the lit drop routes, JoAnna begins her door-to-door trek to get signatures on her nomination papers.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

October 13, 1991


I don't get very far with my continuation of the window cleaning project.   During the afternoon, we take a drive in the country -- west on Airport Road to Cross Plains, to 14 west, 79 north, 16 east until we eventually find the Tree Farm, a "pick-your-own" market located on a hilltop a few miles west of Springfield Corners.  We buy pumpkins and gourds, but I veto the cornstalks.

"There's no room to put them inside the van, Hon."

At Larry and Martha's, Michael is just about ready to fall asleep when we arrive.  Andy is rather rambunctious, filling up our hosts' quiet time with his antics.  Back home, John Dickert joins us for supper, and he and JoAnna discuss her run for a county board seat.

Friday, September 7, 2012

September 7, 1991



I start in on my chores after JoAnna's delicious biscuit and sausage gravy breakfast.  First item on the list:  a reorganization of the shed's interior.  Andy's my little helper for awhile.  By the time I'm done, it looks as though I've doubled the storage space.  Otherwise it's too hot to tackle any more big projects.  Yard work is out of the question.  The ground is hard as cement.

I drink a couple of martinis after taking a shower, some wine with dinner, so I'm fairly well lubed by the time JoAnna and I leave for a movie.  Dead Again, an enjoyable, very stylishly done thriller. Toward the the movie, JoAnna has her hands in front of her face.

We spend a couple of hours at John's Open House party, playing cards and drinking with Dave, Erin, and Mary.  I drove home squinting through my own personal haze.

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