Category: daily drivel
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planter
There’s a planter in our front yard. One glance at it will tell you that we haven’t planted anything in it for years. It looks pretty lush, or even, what’s the word, verdant, but one look will tell you almost instinctively that a better word would be overgrown. It’s very definitely overgrown with, uh, stuff. A while… Read.
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mousey
I’m trying to find the best way to dispose of mice. We have what seems to be an entire legion of mice in our basement. I forget how many Roman centurions that is; let’s say, for the sake of argument, that it’s a hundred. I have no trouble at all believing there are a hundred… Read.
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sideways
We drove home in a blinding rainstorm last night, literally. I needed a second pair of eyes, My Darling B’s, just to keep the car between the lines as I creeped along Monona Drive. “You can pull over if you want,” B said, and that might have been the safest option, I don’t know. All I could… Read.
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The Alamo
Orange Is The New Black has a rockin’ theme song by Regina Spektor with lyrics that start, “The animals, the animals, trapped, trapped, trapped til the cage is full …” But I wasn’t listening at all to the words the first two or three times I heard it, so it only half-registered on my consciousness as… Read.
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odd friends
After I signed up for Facebook, I started getting “friend” requests from people I didn’t know. Not people I’d forgotten about, but people I didn’t know at all. I’m not an automatic friender; I won’t friend just anybody, and when somebody I don’t know sends me a friend request, I’ll check out their Facebook page… Read.
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what
Night before last, we both woke up when we heard what sounded like someone throwing bricks at the house. “What the hell is that?” I asked My Darling B, as if she would know. “I don’t know,” she answered, not unreasonably. I grabbed the flashlight by the bed, pulled up the blinds and shone the… Read.
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born free
I’ve had some silly-ass pop song stuck in my head all week long, so I suppose I should be grateful that the song I’m hearing over and over again this morning is “Born Free,” a song that I haven’t heard in decades, perhaps even centuries, and it’s not just any recording of the song, it’s… Read.
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Verona
My phone woke me up first. I keep it plugged in beside my bed instead of an alarm clock. When the alarm goes off, the screen lights up brightly enough to wake me, and if it doesn’t, some cheesy guitar music starts to play very softly at first, then more loudly the longer it takes… Read.
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rain rain
My Darling B has an app on her phone that can tell you to the minute when it’s going to start raining. We used to treat this as a joke. I mean, how does anybody seriously expect me to believe that they can tell me exactly when it’s going to start raining? When B was… Read.
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boxed
The cats, or one of the cats, are/is peeing on the floor. Not spraying. Peeing. Puddles of pee. Splashy pools of urine. On purpose. The internet, that repository of all human knowledge, is just about useless when it comes to figuring out how to make them stop doing this. They pee on the floor because… Read.
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