Category: daily drivel
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You May Be Driving A Junker If …
Whenever we’re driving hither and yon, whether it’s just across town or from one end of our great state to another, My Darling B and I play a version of road bingo to help pass the time. Our game doesn’t really have a name, but if I had to give it one I suppose it… Read.
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Paddling
I take back all the bad things I said about kayaks. The last time I paddled a kayak, I was wedged tightly into the rear seat of a tandem where I spent several excruciatingly painful hours before unwedging myself and swearing I’d never get into a kayak ever again. The cockpit was narrow, the stirrups… Read.
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cat prezzie
While putting away the various flotsam and jetsam scattered across the living room floor of Our Humble O’Bode the day after our return from a weekend at the Chain O’ Lakes, I moved an empty bag aside to find … cat puke. One of our little rascals felt the need to unload his or her… Read.
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nice shorts
I was sitting on the back porch of a cabin on the Chain O’ Lakes with My Darling B on Saturday afternoon, taking in the sunshine and enjoying the good company, when six or seven people came trooping past on their way to the boat dock. The last guy in the line, wearing the most… Read.
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Back Home
Back home again after spending a weekend at a cabin on the Chain O’ Lakes with Mom and the Texas O-Folk, Pete and Melissa and their family, who came up to spend a week splishing and splashing in the waters of the Chain. My Darling B had to return to Madison to work Monday and… Read.
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Prezzie from Boo
Boo brought me breakfast in bed! What a good Boo! It’s not at all unusual for Boo to jump up into our bed when the alarm goes bleep in the morning so she can lay claim to the warm spot I leave behind when I get up to make coffee for My Darling B. Sometimes… Read.
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Veedub tale
There’s a Volkswagen microbus parked along the curb on Midvale Avenue, the street we drive every morning when I take My Darling B to work. It’s got a fresh coat of toothpaste-green paint and For Sale a sign in the back window and each time I passed by I became even more powerfully convinced that… Read.
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She did
Special day: It was on this day, twenty-one years ago, that My Darling B answered, “I do,” after the preacher asked her if she wanted to be stuck with me for the rest of her natural life. Little did she know what she was getting into. Or maybe she did, after all. I certainly like… Read.
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Already?
Oy. The leaves have started to turn. Time to lament the passing of summer already. Or not. I was talking with Timbo about this last night, and he and I agree: Summer’s too hot. I like summer up until about mid-July when the temps get high enough to fry my brains if I don’t wear… Read.
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Digging In
When I picked her up from work, My Darling B noticed the back seats of the car were folded down. “What were you hauling home today?” she asked. She doesn’t miss a thing. I made an early-morning visit to the local lumber yard to bring home some plywood to start Phase II of the great… Read.
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