Life as we know it
Rusty of St. Paul reports: “I was waiting at the gate for a flight from MSP to Hawaii last month. Sitting next to me was a group of four guys, probably late 60s, and they were speaking of being retired. Continue reading “How is retirement like Christmas morning? And how is retirement not all it’s cracked up to be?”
A saintly, bovine midday diversion for you . . . Continue reading “Matinee Idle (Vol. 1, No. 115)”
Our birds, our squirrels, ourselves
Al B of Hartland: “I didn’t need an early wake-up call, but I got one anyway. A flicker declared his territory by drumming on an unused TV antenna tower attached to the house. The flicker’s energetic percussive instrument, which he hammered at about 25 times per second, sent reverberations throughout the house. Northern flickers eat mainly insects, especially ants and beetles that they find on the ground. Continue reading “Name the singer: “Plant a seed, plant a seed, bury it, bury it, cover it up, cover it up, let it grow, let it grow, pull it up, pull it up, eat it, eat it.””
Do hoop dreams ever come true? Find out, in today’s midday diversion . . . Continue reading “Matinee Idle (Vol. 1, No. 114)”
An ain’t-nature-cool midday diversion for you . . . Continue reading “Matinee Idle (Vol. 1, No. 113)”
And: Older than dirt?
DebK of Rosemount: “As a rule, things are mellow in Rice County. Not during April monsoons, however, when tensions are rising right along with water levels. While Taxman and I are only pretend farmers, we share the anxieties of our neighbors who make their living from the land but would currently need amphibious vehicles to get anywhere near it.
Continue reading “He wants vanilla ice cream for his rhubarb pie. Simple assignment, right?”