Category: daily drivel
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No Gas
In last night’s dream I was walking home because there was no gasoline. I don’t mean just in my car, I mean anywhere. For some reason, there was practically nobody around who knew how to make it anymore. I was walking home from a pub where I met with a man who knew how to… Read.
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My Little Datsun
I drove a little Datsun coupe while I was stationed in the United Kingdom. I didn’t intend to get a car but, when I got the chance to move out of the dorms after living there a year I took it, and I would have to buy a car to commute. Riding the bus wasn’t… Read.
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The Man From Laramie
Wow, they just don’t make movies like The Man From Laramie any more. For one thing, nobody likes movies that corny now. For another, there’s no Technicolor. I really miss Technicolor. The university puts on a show that’s open to the public and free, courtesy of the film studies program. I think we went to… Read.
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Bugged
I ate my first bug today. That makes it officially summer, doesn’t it? In point of fact I sucked it up my nose while I was riding my bike home from work and went right through a cloud of gnats. It was probably more than one. Couldn’t get it out with an air hankie so… Read.
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Celestial Steam Locomotive
And now it’s time for another installment of: Ask A Stupid Question! Long-time readers of this blog – and they are legion, I assure you – know I have a great big thang for steam locomotives. The way I gush over them makes people feel as though they shouldn’t be watching, really. I’ve learned over… Read.
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Chills
Slowly, tentatively, I’m adjusting to the warm(er) weather. Monday night, I peeled off the topmost quilt layer on my side of the bed. On the other half of the bed, My Darling B was sleeping with, I think, just a sheet, and laughing at me. She’s always been the warm one, and I’ve always been… Read.
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Sore
My Darling B woke up totally knackered this morning. Or, if she wasn’t completely tired out the minute she woke up, she felt like it just moments after finishing her shower and settling onto the sofa with her morning cuppa joe. After spending close to seven hours working her garden Sunday, and maybe six or… Read.
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The Last Breakfast
Next week, the Dane County Farmer’s Market returns to cap square, so this morning was the last time we could go for breakfast because they only serve while they’re in their winter quarters at the senior center on Mifflin Street. I was sort of hoping for waffles or a big pile of pancakes, but I… Read.
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Sandbagged
I woke up this morning pinned down by a cat on either side of me, as I so often do. If you don’t have cats, imagine a pair of those worm-like sandbags you buy to put in the trunk of your car for winter traction. Now imagine them atop your bed covers, one on either… Read.
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Truck
Well, I crashed the truck last night. That happens to me all the time when I try to drive from the back seat … or, in the case of the truck, from trying to drive while sitting in the bed. There’s always a steering wheel back there in these dreams. It’s not like I’m sitting… Read.
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