Category: daily drivel
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deserted
Biking home from work in the hundred-degree heat yesterday afternoon, I couldn’t help noticing that the bike path was nearly deserted. There’s a trail that runs behind the office building where I work, and it t-bones the Capital City bike trail, which runs parallel to Willy Street and Atwood Avenue. It’s usually chockablock with bicycle… Read.
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glow
The three-day forecast on the National Weather Service’s web page had blazing orange suns for Thursday and Friday, so when I packed my saddle bags for the bike ride to work yesterday, I stuffed them with a pair of rolled-up shorts, a baggy shirt and a pair of flip-flops to change into for the ride… Read.
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bleeping bleep
I was back in the lobby of the student union at my alma mater, UW-Eau Claire, scanning the faces for my mother, when whom did I see across the room but my brother. He was doing the same thing I was, and when our eyes met his expression seemed to say to me, Oh, you,… Read.
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fiver
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fishy
Well, that was a weird dream. I had a grouper in an aquarium. Goupers are typically pretty enormous fish, but this one was only an inch or so long. I’m not sure how I knew it was a grouper, other than it was a dream and I just knew. I had other fish in the… Read.
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success
Well, I’ve had the whole day off and all I’ve done is ride my bike around the lake, rearrange some books and watched videos of George Carlin on YouTube. A pretty successful day off, from my point of view. Oh, and I pet the cat. He really thought that was an especially good use of… Read.
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leakey
Our water heater started leaking last Friday and has been leaking steadily all weekend, but because it wasn’t spraying water all over the basement and we still had hot water, and because I’m CHEAP, I didn’t call a plumber until this morning. It was the same plumber that installed the water heater about four years… Read.
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weeds
Want some books? I’ve been in the basement lair this morning weeding books from our collection. Lots of the books have got to go. We’ve been hanging on to so many books that we don’t read and, so far as I know, have no sentimental attachment to, and I’ve collected – no, a more accurate… Read.
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craptaculous
The song stuck in my head this morning is Oh What A Night. I have never liked this song. Never. I loathed it the first time I heard it. Loathed. “Hate” is too weak a word to describe my feelings toward this song. Only loathed comes close. It’s not that there’s nothing redeeming about the… Read.
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raccoons
I could have slept in until five-thirty this morning if the raccoons hadn’t come. I have the day off from work today. My Darling B doesn’t, though, and somebody’s got to make the coffee for her, so I set my alarm last night to get me up at five-thirty. As it turned out, I didn’t… Read.
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