Category: Our Humble O’Bode
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hanging offense
Re-hung a door in the basement. This didn’t end well when I tried it once before. It didn’t end entirely well this time, either. I know, in theory, how to hang a door. I don’t have much in the way of practical experience, though. If I’d kept track of the number of doors I’ve hung, Read.
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clogged
Our little red house was cold as a tomb when we got home last night, which was not really so unusual given that the temperature outside the house was fourteen degrees and we’ve got a thermostat that I set so that the temperature inside will slide to sixty-five degrees when we’re at work. It’s supposed Read.
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clogbuster
Using a hydrostatic tool of my own invention, I unplugged the bathroom drain this morning and then, feeling suddenly productive, I stripped to my skivvies and cleaned the tub surround, sink and toilet, because that’s how easily I get distracted. (The thing about stripping to my skivvies – was that inappropriate? I’m never sure how Read.
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sproing
I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon exploring the depths of our sewer system with a steel snake, and I think I can say that I’ve had better days. Our sewer gets clogged up with lint and whatever else comes out of the wash machine so often that I’ve rigged a cap on top Read.
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death to mousey
B and I have declared unrestricted warfare on mice. All mice, wherever they are, but particularly here in our little red house. Before our declaration was submitted to the order rodentia, we were trying to expunge only the mice from our house by live-trapping them, then releasing them into the wild, where they could rejoin Read.
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yelp 2
As I was saying, the biggest thrill of the weekend was the mouse that came up the stairs into the kitchen on Sunday night. I’m not kidding. Don’t judge us. We don’t get out much. The little booger literally came up the stairs. I’m almost one-hundred percent certain of this because when I turned on Read.
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counting
So no mouse this morning, or yesterday morning, or Wednesday morning. One mouse Tuesday morning, none Monday. I guess the mouse problem in the basement is not nearly as bad as I thought it was. Either that, or I caught all the dumb ones, and the smart ones have figured out how to take the 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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field of dreams
Behold, the true owners of the back yard of our little red house: If it’s true that possession is nine-tenths of the law, then the dandelions have it. That is not our little red house in the background, by the way. I know you were thinking it. Read.
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rebuilding
Man, Tim’s going to town with that shovel, isn’t he? I’ll tell you something, the guy really knows how to dig a ditch. Okay, maybe not the most ringing endorsement of a man’s skills, but still nothing to sneeze at. If we’d had to do this all by ourselves yesterday, I wouldn’t have been able Read.
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