April 2007

On the Road.

False alarm: the car’s okay, except for a bad O2 something-or-other sensor. I’ll be out of town from noonish today to afternoon May 1. I may or may not have access until I get back.

Fate.

Okay, fate. Last week, you jammed the clip that holds the door to the gas cap. I gave in and took the car to the shop, so I wouldn’t be on the road to Santa Fe and unable to pry it open. Today, the day before I want to leave…you turn the engine light on. …

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Yardwork.

Yesterday, Lee and I went on an expotition (Roo-style) to Sears. I told Lee I’d buy him a circular saw, and he wanted a Craftsman. Okay… We get there, amble down past the women’s clothes to the tools. Hm. Tools. But further on, I could see…yard pavilions. And grills. And… Suffice it to say, I …

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Two words…

on·er·ous–adjective 1. burdensome, oppressive, or troublesome; causing hardship: onerous duties.2. having or involving obligations or responsibilities, esp. legal ones, that outweigh the advantages: an onerous agreement. [Origin: 1350–1400; ME oner?sus, equiv. to oner- (s. of onus) burden + -?sus -ous] or·ner·y–adjective, -ner·i·er, -ner·i·est. Dialect 1. ugly and unpleasant in disposition or temper: No one can …

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Shoes.

After dropping off the car to have the little door that covers the gas cap fixed (even jamming the switch to “release” didn’t do any good this time; I think the latch is broken, rather than the spring just bent out of place), I went shoe shopping. I don’t do this very often. 2007 marks …

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Someday.

Yesterday was a day to mark on my personal calendar: someone asked me what I’d published, listened to the very small list (in which I included stuff that has been paid for but not published), and was actually impressed. I blushed, I stammered, I almost peed my pants. But judge for yourself. Anyway it was …

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Word of the Day.

Some of the most interesting, unusual words describe everyday things. Who would have thought that the fleshy, spongy, white thing inside an orange had a word for itself… and that it would share it with astronomers? Or that it would have the same ancestor as the words for an egg part, a photo book, or …

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Solo’s Restaurant.

Yesterday, we ate at Solo’s Restaurant in the Springs. It’s an aviation museum, with okay-but-not-memorable food; of course we sat inside the airplane and played with all the buttons in the cockpit.