Category: Our Humble O’Bode
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slaughter
I spent two and a half hours slaughtering dandelions this morning, and I’m bushed. I was going to say “doing battle with dandelions” instead of “slaughtering” but, unless you count their ability to reproduce faster than rabbits, they can’t really fight back much, which makes it kind of a stupid metaphor. “Slaughtering” is totally accurate, Read.
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after the devastation
If you were driving down Sylvan Lane in Monona this morning, you would have seen yard after yard of neatly-tended, uniformly green lawns, and then you would have seen a yard where Chemlawn had obviously not been welcome for many years. I finally mowed our field of dandelions this morning because, even though I think Read.
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boring weekend
The drain in the basement floor burped up a bunch of sewer water again. Oh, yay. And here I thought my weekend was going to be boring. I was taking some random stuff to the basement when I noticed the big, wet stain on the basement floor. I had been washing clothes. The clothes washer Read.
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tea mug
The inside of the coffee mug that I use at the office as a tea mug had acquired such a rich patina that it was impossible to tell what color it had once been, so I brought it home and gave it a good going-over with a Brillo pad, which I thought would take forever Read.
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short circuit
Shortly before we left the house to go see the Gershwin Songbook, while we were sitting at the table eating lunch, the lights flickered and, from the direction of the garage, I heard an odd sort of growling noise. “That’s the second time it’s done that this morning,” B commented. “Really?” I asked. “Did you Read.
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an opening, NOT
We’ve got a electric garage door opener. Always have had one. So, I would never know how much grunting I would have to do to open the garage door until the goddamn thing broke. Well, the goddamn thing broke. The first time it broke, it looked pretty simple to fix. The kind of garage door Read.
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apropo
After cleaning up the dirty dinner dishes, I threw a load of dirty clothes in the wash machine so I could feel at least twice as justified about heading for my basement lair where I was going to pass the better part of two hours playing with my toys. The wash machine finished the first Read.
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snakey-snakey
TL,DR: I snaked the shit out of the sewer yesterday afternoon and it’s all good now. And beer. I just can’t figure out how the sewer works. In theory, it’s a pipe that carries water from a drain to the the city sewer line. In actual fact, though, there are several drains, one leading from Read.
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blockage
Oh boy! A plumbing emergency! Merry Christmas! At least I got to sleep in. Sort of. After feeding the cats, I went back to bed and even fell asleep again, not to wake up until eight. Made a pot of coffee, drank most of it while reading the paper, then stripped the bed and threw Read.
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twists
It appears that my weekend will begin with a plumbing emergency. After brewing the morning pot o’ coffee, I tramped down the stairs to the basement to check on the two batches of beer that were still happily fermenting away on the work bench. As I passed the basement sink, the dark, wet stain around Read.
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