Month: August 2010
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Unbuilding
I got a bug up my ass after lunch, grabbed a wrecking bar and a hammer, and started tentatively picking apart the framework around one of the windows alongside the back door to see if I could figure out how to take it apart. It’s usually not too hard: I find the first piece I… Read.
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Shelf-Improvement
I don’t know how many books we have. I wouldn’t be able to give you even a ball park figure. Could be hundreds, could be thousands, I have no way of knowing, because most of them are doubled up in the garage-sale book shelves we’ve collected over the years, and a significant number are still… Read.
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Rolling Rock
I had a late lunch today and needed a drink that I chug along with the calzone I was going to wolf down before I scampered back to the work shop to play with power tools some more. When I opened the fridge this bottle of Rolling Rock was in the front and I thought,… Read.
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Infestation
We have cats. We have cats the same way we have mice, or might have any other vermin infest Our Humble O’Bode. The cats come prowling around our house at night, and I know that because he, she, they or it have been crapping in the planter next to our front stoop. I have quite… Read.
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Late Bloomer
I’ve never seen the lilacs in our yard bloom more than once, early in the spring, but the bush against the front of the house has squeaked out two small blossoms. I was about to give it a good going-over with the hedge trimmers when I saw two bright splashes of violet at the ends… Read.
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Hangar Dance
There were two or three other Rosies at the hangar dance last night, but only I had the privilege of dancing with the one who looked just like the one in the poster. The entertainment at Madison’s annual hangar dance is provided by Ladies Must Swing, an all-girl band that plays tunes made famous by… Read.
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Covered
I’ve always had this far-away, make-believe kind of idea that I might be able to finish painting the house some day. Actually, in most of my “Thank God I’m Finished!” house-painting fantasies I slap the last coat of paint on just moments before I suffer a massive cardiac infarction, or some similar mortally final lightning… Read.
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Socked Away
“I was moving the bed out of your old room and I found a sock between the box springs and the mattress,” I told Tim, while he was here to buy some quarters so he could wash his clothes. “Do you want it?” “Uh, no?” he said carefully, watching me out of the corner of… Read.
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