OK, not all of my ideas are harebrained. But some
people would probably think that my daily musings on what goes on in my
day-to-day life are a little bit weird. Maybe you won't
– I guess that just remains to be seen.
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May 30, 2005
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Here's something that's really
hair-brained: For a week I collected all my hair that fell out in
the shower. Super gross, I know. I just wanted to see how much I lose a
week (and yet it never seems any thinner). It's really too bad I can't donate it to some deserving bald
man. There's surely enough to make some kind of nice hair piece. If you want
to see the hair ball, click here.
The following image may not be suitable for viewing by those with weak
stomachs (like me).
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May 26, 2005
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It's that time again – time to
break out the chainsaw and tackle the jungle that is my back yard. OK,
all it really took was a lawn mower, three hours, two yard-waste bags
and enough gas to finance another terrorist attack. And now I can safely
say that I have reclaimed the yard from the vermicious knids that were
waiting to pounce on unsuspecting creatures foolish enough to wander
back there. Now if only I could find a way to get rid of that dang
woodpecker that has made its home in my bedroom wall and delights in
waking me up at 6 every morning . . .
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May 15, 2004
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For a while there, I thought
that Megsie and I perhaps had killed our garden. Actually, Meg thought
we had killed it. I tried to tell her that it was just sleeping. As it
turns out, I was absolutely correct. I was a little worried for a
minute, because our neighbors' gardens were all full of color, and ours
was still brown. But the planties finally came through for me, and the
garden is looking terrif. That should give some hope to all the rest of
us late bloomers out there.
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April 26, 2004
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Today was the last day of my
three-day weekend. I had a rare Sunday off, and I have to say it was
quite nice. Monday is my usual day off, so there was nothing too special
about that, but today's bonus was that Megsie stayed home sick. I
was able to get her to leave her sickbed and come play with me at
Greenwood Park, a new park just a couple of blocks from where we live.
We mostly played Bocce. After we got tired of that, Megsie demonstrated
her juggling skills, and then we played on the kiddie toys.
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| April 24, 2004 |
Megsie and I finally got
around to mowing the grass behind our house. It certainly was long
enough. We found an old tire, a pair of boots and a family of garden
gnomes hiding in the lush growth. We used the tire to make a swing on
the walnut tree, gave the boots to the homeless guy we eventually hired
to hack down the dense foliage with a machete and evicted the gnomes. I
felt a tiny bit guilty about the last part, but I was able to justify it
to myself because just yesterday my neighbors were complaining about the
raucous celebrating they could hear all night, and I know it wasn't
Megsie and I partying it up. We're too old and crusty for that. |
