Category: daily drivel
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trimmin
I thought it might rain today, but the grass in the back yard had grown knee-high in places after several days of steady rain falling over the past week. I was determined to get out there this morning and mow even while a steel gray overcast gathered overhead. Until I started actually getting wet, I… Read.
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befuddled
A wandering mind reads the morning news… I get The New York Times delivered to my door on the weekends because I like reading a newspaper. Our local paper, noble effort that it may be, is rather thin on content compared to a paper like the Times, or even to the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinal, and I… Read.
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foot rub
The other night I got into bed the same way I always do: Sit down, rub the soles of my feet together, swing my legs under the covers, reach for a book…. “What is that?” B asked with a chuckle. “What is what?” I answered. “That thing with the feet,” she clarified. “Gets the dirt… Read.
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tango-able
I was up awful late last night, but it was so worth it, practicing tango steps with My Darling B after we moved as much of the furniture out of the living room as possible. If we push the recliner into the front entrance, move the coffee table into the hallway and plop the beer… Read.
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douchebags
In yesterday’s issue of The New York Times we met Alex Pemberton and Susan Reboyras, a happy couple who uncomplicated their lives by the simple act of deciding not to pay their mortgage any longer: For Alex Pemberton and Susan Reboyras, foreclosure is becoming a way of life – something they did not want but… Read.
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kibble?
The cats let me sleep until around three in the morning, when Bonk let out a tentative wail, then ran into the bathroom to hide. He hasn’t done that in months, not since we bought robot cat feeders. After he woke me up, Boo walked across my face, the same thing she used to do… Read.
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ice cream
My Darling B was up until midnight making ice cream last night. Actually, I don’t know how late she was up. I went to bed at about eleven and laid there reading a book until eleven-thirty, but I could still hear the ice cream maker churning when I turned out the lights, and she had… Read.
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wrong wrong WRONG
You are looking at one of the most colossal failures to come from my work shop in recent memory, or even long-term memory. I can’t remember the last time I did something this mind-bogglingly stupid. Every time I look at it, I want to drink myself into oblivion. Okay, not oblivion, just until it’s funny.… Read.
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moving Jim & Sue
I spent virtually the entire day yesterday helping to launch two people on one of the greatest adventures of life: Moving! As in, moving house. As in, packing all the detritus of your life into cardboard boxes and hauling them from point A to point B. And when I say “one of the greatest adventures… Read.
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double talk
I had a beer Friday after work with some of my coworkers. We gathered around a small table outside Genna’s and, while the conversation drifted from one topic to the next, I couldn’t help noticing that almost everyone was carrying on two conversations at a time: One with those of us sitting around the table,… Read.
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