TeamReedBlog.2020

 Alison is in town for the Indiana Comic & Pop Culture convention, and by that, I mean she is in town for the Indiana Comic & Pop Culture convention. We have barely seen her as she got here about midnight Thursday and has been up with the dawn to apply makeup and meet up with friends downtown. We've laid traps baited with bacon and crescent rolls to slow her down long enough to chat, and she's been good about giving us updates at the end of the evenings. Today is the final day, but she has dinner plans with a friend from Purdue. We'll have a bit of her attention tomorrow at least for the drive back to the airport. The Captain complained that we're essentially a hotel for her, but neither he nor I really mind. She's having fun, and we still get to see her. If you'd like to sign my petition for more of these anime'/entertainment gatherings in central Indiana, I'd appreciate it. I don't have photos of her full-out in any of the three costumes sh

 One day early in my relationship with the Captain - so early he hadn't yet earned the moniker as I define it - he was talking to my father. I don't remember why, but it was a sunny day and they were at my childhood home, walking up the driveway, I think. At any rate, something had happened that hadn't gone to plan and my father looked at Jeff, sighed, and said, "Sometimes, that girl just don't listen." I'm sure I protested vociferously, but truth be told, he was right. A fact the Captain likes to remind me of from time to time. Like when my surgeon advised me that once he'd cut off my bunion and its painful cousin, a bone spur, "You'll be able to walk right out of here." Now. I'd already learned that today's bunionectomy procedures were much better than past year's work and a minimally invasive procedure was much less painful than when they used a hacksaw and whiskey. Or whatever. So, I didn't cancel any plans. I actually