Category: daily drivel
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alpine
You know the kind of dream that’s not scary enough to be a nightmare, but still scary enough that you don’t want to go back to sleep after because you don’t want to have any more of that dream? In last night’s dream I’d been abducted, or teleported, or somehow spirited away to a mountaintop… Read.
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window
I made my own, very personal July 4th fireworks yesterday when I slammed my finger in a window. I’ve never seen so many stars. We were just about to sit down to dinner last night and I wanted to open a couple windows to let the evening breeze in. One of the windows opens with… Read.
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shake it
After our weekly Saturday morning trip to the farmer’s market, we returned home to put the perishables away, then headed back out up Monona Drive and turned down Cottage Grove road to visit the antiques mall just past the highway overpass. We were in search of a cocktail shaker. There’s a good reason to explain… Read.
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fiction
When the Dane County Farmer’s Market is on capitol square during the summer, every street is lined with stalls where the farmers sell their wares, but every corner is crowded with folding tables where everybody with a petition or an opinion is making their pitch. This year there’s a new table on the corner at… Read.
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percentages
According to the web site of the National Weather Service, the probability of rain this morning is a mere twenty percent. Having just come back from my morning walk a bit more damp than I was when I left the house, I can assure you that the odds are a tad greater. Satellites, focused on… Read.
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hum ditty
Dinner on Thursday night is my job, so it’s been known as guy night for many, many moons here in Our Humble O’Bode. I gave up trying to cook anything that couldn’t be grilled over hot charcoal, and most of the time I take the easy way out and treat My Darling B to dinner… Read.
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birds
Sometimes when I walk under a bird sitting on a wire I get a creepy feeling and have to brush the top of my head with my hand to make sure there isn’t any bird poop up there, even though I’m pretty sure I’d know if a bird actually pooped on me without having to… Read.
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blocked
Well, I’m stuck. I have no idea what to write about. Whenever I try to think of a subject worth writing about, Michelle Bachmann pops into my head. Talk about writer’s block. It doesn’t get any more blocked than that. I had the same thing when Donald Trump was running for president. Whenever I tried… Read.
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manawa
I drove up to Manawa yesterday to bring my Mom’s laptop back to her. I drove home with a car full of tools and camping gear. Mom’s moving house soon. She put the ancestral manse up for sale last week, and she priced it to sell. She already has a couple buyers looking at it.… Read.
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