A classic distraction for a rainy afternoon: wander around an oversize hardware store. Big; I counted more than 60 sections, and I wasn’t even checking out that area near the main door. I could buy almost anything there. Even dog food (no, sorry Hairy Bits, I didn’t. My bad). Or an oversize garden swing.
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Some days, I feel “as old as dirt”. Still working on the why, but it seems to coincide with anniversaries. It’s a human foible; a year is not like a day. We can handle Monday transitioning to Tuesday. Moving across a calendar volume (completely) puts a wobble on our spin. By the time such things go unnoticed, I will be as old as dirt.
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In a world where batteries are not included, you work around the problem. Careful shopping at the local dollar store and you’re good for the next few hours of activity with your gadget. Perhaps not flashlights… very few batteries on the cheap side of the aisle are up to spotting raccoons or foxes in the dark. For that, I have a big old Maglite. Anyhow.
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Perhaps I’ll need a hazmat suit, if current trends continue. I was asked to take the weed-whacker out for a test drive, making sure to subdue any new greenery along the foundation of the house. No big deal, except – what if I attract a tick. No, not an uncontrolled spasm. A tick. Small, sucks blood, likes to live in new greenery (apparently). I didn’t see any, but my socks kept my pant legs close to the shins.
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Facing a monotonous menu for the next day or so, I realize that the picture on the package should not be used as a guide to taste. I’m into an oversize lasagna; the kind you purchase to feed a family of four. I figured “What the hey?” One person over four meals is just like a family of four doing things once, right?
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This evening, I found the “first official portrait of Prince Louis”. After a moment’s pause, while I tried to suss out who this might be, a conclusion: royal babies look just like other babies.
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After my short period, last summer, watching the kids playing Jenga, I’ve derived a new theory to explain the political situation south of our border. Here we have a particular situation, where the daily news brings daily rebuttal of the lies told earlier in the news cycle.
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As I put virtual ink to virtual paper, on a daily basis, one thing is clear. My life has a certain sameness about it. Day in, day out. Without the distraction of a “job”, I have to find entertainment in the things that used to be condiments. Now they’re main course.
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There. I finally rolled the table uphill, and now I won’t have to think about it again until the end of the summer. May that be a long and glorious period. The BBQ has a new tank of C3H8 (a throwback to my periods in senior chemistry). Not much else to do, except to find some steaks and start the sacrificial meals.
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In a break with my usual schedule, I actually did some stuff today. Nothing that will restore world peace, or right the wrongs of a generation, but stuff. For example, I practiced rudiments. Look it up; I’m too busy to explain the simple words… And I upgraded firmware in a MIDI router. Not for the faint of heart! Waiting for all those tiny lights to flash was enough to send me for a nap. It didn’t; I still had stuff to do.
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