Neogy Titwhistle
"I could perhaps like others have astonished you with strange improbable tales; but I rather chose to relate plain matter of fact in the simplest manner and style; because my principle design was to inform you, and not to amuse you."
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Debate won? in A small but passable life.
I could say I’ve won the debate. The debate? Yeah, the dorm debate of the late seventies titled basically in various renditions- “Disco or Rock N’ Roll Forever?” I stumbled upon this while stumb...
No opinion. in A small but passable life.
February 12- I just didn’t have a reason not to so I was up and out the door by 6am this morning. I was wearing my hiking socks for the second time during the last nine plus months and I put on t...
Gray Man fail. in A small but passable life.
I went to the hospital today and sat for a bit, helping Mom with her lunch. I talked to the nurse for a bit. I left and came home to listen to NPR. I was pretty much stuck to the landline. Mom ca...
Waiting, again. in A small but passable life.
One, two, three more days of the same routine. Coffee, reading, and lying by the pool. Today was different. I went in the house at my usual 8am-ish to put on the coffee. Mom is sometimes already ...
Just like every day. in A small but passable life.
I didn’t really notice the date yesterday. It was the 38th anniversary of my first marriage. The first practice one, on Groundhog Day. The second one was on April Fool’s Day. Oh, and I forgot to ...
Some nuggets. in A small but passable life.
We’ll call today a normal day. Coffee. Some reading. Lying by the pool listening to NPR. Yeah, something like that. Some nuggets from the airwaves: January 2018 was the third warmest on record fo...
Granny Nanny? in A small but passable life.
Calm. Calm routine. Calm weather. After coffee and more of the biography reading this morning I went once again to Walgreen’s for more cough syrup for Mom. I keep telling her she needs to get rid...
A record, in A small but passable life.
Yesterdays high temperature was a record setting 82 degrees. I didn’t go out. The wind was blowing. I’m not really a fan of wind, no matter how warm. I’ve spent too many years in the Llano Estaca...
Too sweet! in A small but passable life.
I did make it to the pool for a couple of hours yesterday. It had warmed up to 75 degrees. This morning after coffee I made a quick trip to Walgreen’s for some cough medicine for Mom. She’s had t...
11:58 pm? in A small but passable life.
Okay, first of all. The open diary re-launch. Forget it. OD was dying before it was dead and now Bruce is trying to re-animate the corpse. Fuck him. A metaphor may be called for here. Take a cit...
f(x)=x+2 in A small but passable life.
I’ve been sitting right here since I scribbled the last entry. I watched a TEDx talk by some guy who said that the grade one makes in high school algebra class is directly correlated to future e...
The usual. in A small but passable life.
This morning was coffee and more of the biography. I put a stew together for the crockpot using a couple of pounds of steak meat I’d cubed and stashed in the freezer. A can of carrots, a can of c...
Why not? in A small but passable life.
I laid in bed from 10pm until 8am. I may have got some sleep. I know I dreamt a bit. I then spent the day sitting right here in this chair. It was warm enough to go out and do something. It alwa...
A different perspective. in A small but passable life.
I probably could’ve returned to poolside this afternoon, but nah. I went to mail a letter and went by the pool and it looked kind of crowded. Maybe another day. There’ll be plenty. Snow. Cold. Ic...
Day 21,697 in A small but passable life.
Coffee with a few dozen pages read of the biography this morning. Chef-Boy-R-Dee Beefaroni for lunch. A few hours lying by the pool under a partly cloudy sky with an ambient air temperature of 70...
Feces hole? in A small but passable life.
Yesterday would’ve been a good day to go to the pool since it had warmed up to 82 degrees. But it was Sunday and I knew it would be crowded. When the old lounge chairs were swapped out by the new...
Perusing. in A small but passable life.
The plan turned to reality yesterday. After lunch I packed up and headed to the pool. It was so nice and warm that between naps I was only able to read the forward and twenty-five pages of the pr...
Punked? in A small but passable life.
“The Throat” by Peter Straub was the 28th book read in 2017. I read 22 books in 2016 and 33 in 2015. So maybe slow reading is now the new normal. Or maybe I’m just not able to find books to line ...
Amused. in A small but passable life.
The last day of 2017. Nothing special about it. I’ve got ham hocks and pinto beans and onions in the crockpot. Here in about an hour or so I’ll be making cornbread and fried taters. I’ve finishe...
Hunky dory. in A small but passable life.
I spent a balmy seventy-something degree Thursday afternoon lying at the poolside. Yesterday morning after coffee I made a quick round of errands. I went to Ace hardware for supplies to finish t...
The invitation. in A small but passable life.
Late yesterday afternoon when I was online I found out that it was 21 degrees with a wind chill of 8 degrees back in the Ozark’s. I had to text Daughter and tell her it was 70 degrees here. She t...
Book haters? in A small but passable life.
Yesterday after I placed the amazon order for $100.23 (When did amazon start charging sales tax?) I dug out a quarter from my pen and pencil jar and took it with the ten $10 bills in to Mom and s...
Actually spending money? in A small but passable life.
The internet was out again yesterday. And maybe the day before too. I don’t really remember. Saturday I managed to get to the grocery store. By myself. The store was mobbed. I had a list and a f...
Working at Walmart? in A small but passable life.
Winter Solstice. 57 degrees today. Supposed to drop to 36 degrees tonight. And then back up in the seventies this weekend. I guess it’s better than 119 degrees? Or above 110 degrees for ten days ...
A very short visit. in A small but passable life.
There was a message on the answering machine Tuesday evening when Mom and I returned from playing Rummikub. My brother and his wife were here and that they’d found us not at home and they’d retur...
