This Is Drivel

Category: daily drivel

  • dear fly

    It began on a sunny afternoon at our local city park along the scenic Little Wolf River. My dad had recently purchased a canoe and talked me into taking a short paddle with him down a stretch of the river to a park on the opposite end of town, a trip of maybe three miles.… Read.

  • my dystopian future

    I’ve always thought a dystopian future was most likely, but in my most optimistic moments, and I did have a few of those, here’s what I thought the future of America might be like, best-case scenario: I thought we’d get a handle on the pollution thing. I honestly don’t know how “reduce, reuse, recycle” is… Read.

  • early bird

    I showed up for my medical appointment yesterday afternoon, gave the clerk at the front desk my name and the time of my appointment. She scanned her computer monitor for a moment, then asked, “What was the name again?” I repeated my name slowly and clearly. She scanned her screen again. “And who were you… Read.

  • a lot of heat

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    the great Paris accord how is Paris doing lately? how is Paris? how is Paris doing? send all the money to countries that the people never heard of and raise their taxes I ended that one, too I thought I was going to take a lot of heat on that one Read.

  • not snowing yet

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    It’s four o’clock in the morning here in beautiful Madison, Wisconsin, and it’s not snowing yet, although the National Weather Service has put us under a winter storm warning all day and we’re forecast to get anywhere from two to nine inches of snow. In April. Barely. I mean, it’s practically May! If anybody needs… Read.

  • mueller day

    I don’t know if I was subconsciously looking forward to the Mueller report today — consciously, I don’t care much — but last night I dreamed I was yelling at Trump. Not only was I yelling at him, I was able to express perfectly every kind of disgust I felt towards him and his ilk.… Read.

  • ready and raring to go

    My Darling B has been on leave from work since Thursday before last, when the film festival started. The fest ended last Thursday, but she stayed home on Friday to do the taxes while I went back to work. So she’s been away from the office for eleven days, and is not exactly ready and… Read.

  • return of the lost hour

    My Darling B texted me as I was wandering the aisles of the grocery store yesterday evening: “OMG it’s five o’clock! I thought it was four! Where did that hour go?” Well, I found that lost hour this morning. When Boo scratched at our bedroom door and I rolled over to glance at the time,… Read.

  • snowy

    Spring was nice while it lasted. On Monday, temps were in the 70s. I went for a long walk in a t-shirt and flip-flops. I could’ve worn shorts but I don’t like to tempt the gods. On Tuesday, temps were in the 60s, still warm enough that My Darling B and I sat outside to… Read.

  • inspectors

    Here’s the reason we don’t answer the doorbell any more: Two guys, dressed in matching blue sweatshirts and blue knit caps, were on our porch the other day to let me know they were going to do an inspection of our house. “We’re just checking homes in the neighborhood for storm damage, hail damage, that… Read.

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