Category: daily drivel
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Waltzing Matilda
Night before last, My Darling B and I practiced our Viennese waltz steps to Billy Joel’s Only A Woman and Journey’s Open Arms. How have I lived almost thirty years with those songs without realizing they were waltzes? I sure do love to waltz. Swing dance is almost as much fun, but the waltz is… Read.
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Late For Work
Here’s the headache of daylight savings from my perspective: I was stationed in Berlin, Germany, for two years, and at an RAF base in the middle of a field near Lincoln, England, for another two years, and you wouldn’t think of either of those places as being in the great white north, or even any… Read.
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Killer Cotton Balls
Our house was infested with cotton balls! Only a few, at first. I was taking down a pair of shelves that I had mistakenly bolted to the wall with bolts as big as jumbo dill pickles, and when I got the second one off there was a whispy patch of cotton balls stuck to the… Read.
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Art My Kid Could Make
I should give my impulses a rest. After reading an article in today’s The New York Times about a Chinese artist under house arrest whose name, Ai Weiwei, reminded me of a playground taunt or the chorus of an African tribal dance, I felt an irresistible urge to share it with My Darling B. B… Read.
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Guy Night
It’s guy night and I said I was feeling like having runny eggs on something, so My Darling B and I stopped at the co-op on the way home to pick up some bacon and I served all that on a plate with a side of toast and called it dinner. B loved it anyway.… Read.
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Truman – Finished!
I finished it! It’s been about three weeks and almost a thousand pages after I started, and I am honestly sorry it’s over. I think I can say this is the best biography of anybody by anybody I’ve ever read. Maybe I’m biased a bit by the fact that I’m a huge fan of David… Read.
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I voted
Okay, I voted. Can the campaign be over now? I’m so ready for it to be over. I have no idea whether or not it was worth it, but at least I can feel as though I’ve earned the right to bitch about anything the pols do that I don’t like, and it’s an even… Read.
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The Keys to Love
I came within seconds of buying another old typewriter I found at the thrift store today. Not the one in the picture. That one was way too expensive. They were asking so much that I got the feeling it would still be there next week at a greatly reduced price, even though I don’t know… Read.
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Hot Stuff
There are just two microwave ovens in the break room at work, and maybe two-dozen people, but unfortunately they all want to nuke their food at the same time. And we’ve only got forty-five minutes for lunch. Just one microwave was humming when I walked in yesterday. Popping the door on the one that wasn’t… Read.
