Category: play

  • waffle waffle waffle

    My Darling B set her alarm clock to wake us at seven this morning so we could be among the first in line for the fund-raiser breakfast at the Dane County Farmer’s Market. A fabulous spread was planned and we love to support the market. When B’s clock tried to bleep us awake, however, she… Read.

  • the final frontier

    Our regular Saturday stop at St Vincent de Paul’s thrift store yielded only a few treasures this week. My Darling B didn’t find one old platter or kitchen gadget that caught her fancy. I, on the other hand, found a little treasure called The Cambridge Encyclopedia of Space. I’ve got so many books about manned… Read.

  • in tune

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    My Darling B must have been receiving the same signals from the mothership I was getting. She was walking from the car to the ATM as I came out of the office building to meet her this evening. “I’m getting some cash,” she explained, “I’ve been thinking about pizza all day.” “That’s funny, I’ve got… Read.

  • hoppy day

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    I’m enjoying a delicious bottle of Hopslam from Bell’s Brewing in Michigan. Truly scrumptious. My Darling B uses different words to describe it. If memory serves, she the words were, and I quote, “cat urine.” I’ll probably have to brush my teeth, tongue and uvula if I want a good-night smooch tonight. Read.

  • caved

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    I finally caved in and got one. I lost track a long time ago of the number of home-improvement projects I wanted to try but was putting off till the day I stuck a crowbar in my wallet and sprung loose a few bucks for a table saw. After looking at dozens of table saws… Read.

  • fiat lux

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    Demolition is complete. Now begins reconstruction. Locked in the grip of this jerry-rigged vise is the base of a lamp we bought at auction some weeks ago. It’s actually carved from two pieces of wood somebody, a long time ago, tried to glue together with a tar-like, probably asbestos-based adhesive and, when that didn’t work,… Read.

  • brasswork

    Who would look at a nifty brass light fixture like this one and think, “You know, what would really make that look better is an uneven coat of crap-colored spray paint. And I just happen to have a can in the basement!” My Darling B got this for me at the last auction we went… Read.

  • nasal astronaut

    Yes, that’s a posable astronaut doll and he is picking my nose. The only explanation I can offer is that, when our family packed up our truck-top camper every Christmas to leave the frozen north on our annual vacation to southern climes, my brother and I would ride in the part of the camper over… Read.

  • power tools

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    I’ll be using many sharp-edged power tools all afternoon. I started out with all ten fingers. I’m always amazed when I finish with all ten after repeated use of power saws, power drills, routers, and all kinds of whirling dervishes that could snatch away a digit so fast I wouldn’t even see it happen. I… Read.

  • toldja so

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    Aha! I was right! For years I’d listened to people tell me I should ditch the eyeglasses by letting the doctor shoot a laser into my eye, and the first thought that did not enter my head was, “Well, it must be safe or the doctors wouldn’t do it, right?” Because, y’know, they would have… Read.

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