Category: daily drivel
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hide-a-bed
Last night, Tim helped me move a sofa from the bedroom I use as my at-home office to the garage. There’s an awful lot going on in that sentence so let me break it down for you: Tim usually comes over every Saturday night for dinner and a game of Spirit Island. Chances are very Read.
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soured
After brewing a fresh pot of coffee yesterday morning, I refilled the electric kettle with about a liter of water and a half-cup of vinegar to de-scale it. Left it to boil while I returned to the video I had started on my computer. It was not the smartest move I could’ve made. I typically Read.
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unhinged
I spent yesterday morning and all afternoon tearing the old doors off the garden shed, then rebuilding and rehanging new doors, with a lot of help from My Darling B, who volunteered her time to go to the lumber yard with me and also to hang the doors. I wish I had a better “before” Read.
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guess who
Guess who I was behind this morning? Read.
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Garage cleanup – spring 2023
I wish I had a “before” photo so you’d have some idea what kind of a mess I was facing when I started cleaning up the garage Sunday morning. After working in the garage on and off all winter, and more often in the last few months, there were scraps of wood piled up on Read.
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revenant
I really thought this little guy was a goner. He was all shriveled up, most of his leaves had gone limp, some had even blackened, and I had no clue what was wrong. I usually kill houseplants by forgetting to water them, but I’d been watering this guy about every ten days, which ought to Read.
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clowns
For as long as I’ll live, I’ll never understand why Americans are so ga-ga over British royalty. I know people who set their alarms to wake up early so they could watch the coronation of King Charles today. I suppose it’s the same as being all wrapped up in celebrities like the Kardashians, but frankly Read.
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Wisconsin weekend
Ah, April in Wisconsin, where every weekday is sunny and warm, and every weekend is rainy and cold. Makes me kind of miss February a little bit. It sucked, but it never teased you with false promises of warm weather. Read.
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ragamuffin
I can’t be trusted to dress myself any longer. When I do, chaos ensues. After my morning shower, I threw on a pair of pants — just pulled them up to my hips and only buttoned the waist to keep them from falling down because I had already begun to hunt for a shirt. When Read.
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fwoosh
The hamburgers My Darling B bought for our first cookout of the season were the size of manhole covers and were at least eighty-five percent fat, which means that before I could finish slapping all eight of them on the grill they erupted into the biggest grease fire we’ve ever seen. I had to keep Read.
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