Category: daily drivel
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frigid
Was I right about last week’s warm weather being a tease? Yes, I was! I got it so right when I said we’d all be freezing our nipples off this week! BOOyah! Why can’t I be right about something useful, like lottery numbers? Read.
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Don’t Know Squat
Another flashback: This was ten years ago while we were on a road trip to France from England. The scene is the south coast, not too far from Dover. The B&B at Herne Bay was very quiet and cozy – B&B’s are best described as “cozy,” I think; there just isn’t a better adjective for… Read.
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Time Flies Like An Arrow
Every so often I like to reach for a volume of the printed-out version of this drivel that I keep on a bookshelf over my desk and flip back to see what I was doing on today’s date five, ten, fifteen years ago. Sometimes it’s worth a laugh, sometimes I gain a little perspective, sometimes… Read.
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Crossing
Driving home from work tonight I glanced left, then right to check traffic after the light turned green at the intersection to Washington Avenue and happened to notice a blind man feeling his way along the pedestrian crossing with a white cane. That’s an awfully wide, scary intersection for anybody to cross. I do it… Read.
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Seed
I very nearly woke My Darling B from her beauty sleep this morning when I looked up from browsing over the morning headlines, saw that it was twenty past six and was shocked to realize I had yet to hear her up and around. She usually emerges from the bedroom shortly after six and hits… Read.
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Saturday Morning Rally
Our Saturday morning routine has altered slightly. For months it was: farmer’s market for breakfast & shopping, then co-op for groceries, then book store, then home. But for the past few weeks it’s been: farmer’s market for breakfast & shopping, then march to capitol square chanting “Recall Walker!” and “This is what democracy looks like!”… Read.
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Dickishness
My favorite language school story: As you may or may not know, I learned to speak, read and write Russian at the hands of some pretty ruthless teachers hired by the military to make me learn it or die trying. Or maybe it’s not entirely fair to call them “ruthless.” My teachers were pretty wonderful.… Read.
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Farnsworth
I remember only the very last part of the dream I had right before the alarm clock began to bleat: I was at a dirt-strip airfield waiting for a hop on a plane out of some little banana republic, and when it finally came and I climbed aboard I took one last look out the… Read.
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Cutting a rug
Did a little foxtrotting last night, a dance that turns out to be almost entirely different from the foxtrot we learned when we started taking lessons about a year ago. Turns out there are two versions of the same dance, our teacher says, a “slow foxtrot,” the step we learned originally, and a just plain… Read.
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Ride the Elephant
While I was out for my lunch-hour walk around the neighborhood, I stopped in at a local bakery to pick up an after-lunch snack and heard the gal behind the cash register, who was talking with the guy ahead of me, pass a disparaging remark about Republicans. I knew her from previous visits, so when… Read.
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