Category: Our Humble O’Bode
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Due Diligence
It’s easier to find an image of a dandelion on the internet … no, wait: It’s easier to find more than 2,010,000 images of a dandelion on the internet than it is to answer this question: Do I have to declare my military pension when filing for my unemployment benefits? I know, because I’ve spent Read.
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To The Curb
I dragged this old rolled-up carpet out to the curbside because there’s a better than even chance someone driving by will stop, shove it into the back of their vehicle and drive away with it. Beats going through all the work of shoving it the back of my own vehicle and lugging it away to Read.
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No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
My goal today is simple: Fix this fubar attempt I made to replace a window in the garage two years ago. And to chop that tomato trellis to pieces. Two goals. My two goals today are simple: fix the window and chop up the trellis. And clean the bathroom. Three! My three goals! Okay, among Read.
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Laundry List
Well, here it is, my first day home after the termination of my position at the office. The whole day’s my own, yet somehow I have a whole week’s worth of work to do. Funny how that happens. “I wish I could pay you to stay at home and be my house husband,” My Darling Read.
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clog
If anything good came of the BP oil spill off the coast of Louisiana last month, it was this: It helped me figure out how to break the clog that stops up our bathtub drain from time to time. Two or three times a year I can count on a clog so stubborn that the Read.
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killer death shrub
Pictured: A freshly-beheaded thorny shrub from hell. Correction: No, not from hell. Is there some place worse than hell? Some place way more painful? Because this shrub is worse than anything hell could spawn. It’s got thorns sharper than kitten’s teeth. Brushing up against it absent-mindedly will cause searing pain and draw blood. To remove Read.
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distract– SQUIRREL!
I don’t need no stinking reason to put the granola in the refrigerator, do I? I can absentmindedly put it in there without it meaning anything, don’t you think? I put it there before I drank my second cup of coffee, so I wasn’t even hitting on all four cylinders yet (I’m a compact model). Read.
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filtered
I read in one of those handyman magazines that you can recycle the filters in the exhaust hood over your stove top by shoving them in the dish washer. What a great idea! I even felt just a bit ashamed I hadn’t thought of it myself. Turns out it’s a stupid idea. Make that: It’s Read.
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that was the day that was
On this misty, crappy, cold day we declined to make the usual weekly circuit of the farmer’s market, so instead My Darling B offered to take me to Plaka Taverna for brunch. Plaka used to be Cleveland’s Diner, one of our favorite places to get breakfast on a Sunday, and they still serve what they Read.
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Saturday
It was a day of yard work … After breakfast at the farmer’s market and a quick stop at the thrift store to see if there were any books I had to bring home (there weren’t, but My Darling B found a platter she absolutely had to have), we took time out to have one Read.
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