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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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...
Walk your own. in A small but passable life.
It was completely overcast for three whole days. Temps were still in the high seventies, but it looked like it should have been much cooler. Yesterday the sun was almost uncovered. And today the ...
Another quest completed. in A small but passable life.
A day of errands started with taking Mom to her dentist. After that we went to Denny’s for lunch. Mom got to use her AARP 15% discount. We had enough food left to box up and take home. Next stop ...
Maybe today? in A small but passable life.
Mom and I were invited out to Thanksgiving dinner by my cousin and his wife. It was a small restaurant buried in the suburbs about a dozen exits west on the freeway. It was a nice, rather small v...
A suppressed urge! in A small but passable life.
I really dread going anywhere, but yesterday turned out fairly decent. Mom and I went to Tru Value. No quarter round. We went to Ace Hardware. I went in while Mom went next door to Dollar General...
A whole week? in A small but passable life.
It’s been a week since I’ve scribbled anything. I’ve been lying poolside, listening to NPR, and I finally finished that novel that I found in the little RV park library. “The Time Traveler’s Wife...
An errand day. in A small but passable life.
Saturday was Veteran’s Day. Mom didn’t make it to the flag raising. I basically took that whole day off by lying down and listening to the radio and napping. Yeah, I’m a veteran. A veteran of th...
Mis-read, again. in A small but passable life.
I’ve never said I was a writer. Choice of words. Syntax. Grammar rules. You know, all that stuff. I mean to say something meaningful and it sometimes comes out saying something else. I could just...
