I had cataract surgery something like 20 years ago, which corrected my vision in that eye such that I no longer need spectacles to drive legally, although I almost always wear ’em when I’m out anyway because they correct the distance vision in my other eye and close-up vision in both. And I’m so...
Curiosity had me looking up earliest known references to L7, and in so doing I learned that among certain segments of the population it refers to the same thing as 69, although specifically involving people of the same sex. One can easily imagine how that, um, came about.
I had a couple Falcons, and a couple Corvairs, too. Had better luck with the Falcons. Damn near died in a Corvair when an uninsured a**hole ran a stop sign at speed and hit me square on the driver’s side. Side-impact protection? Unheard of then.
I recall some people in the 1970s, during something of a CB craze, calling it “Children’s Band.” The insipid chatter (I was too familiar with an avid CB’er back then) became intolerable after a few minutes, tops.
In some ways it wasn’t so different from many an online forum these days.
If CB...
“Flip side” meaning has expanded some. At least it has in my world.
“Catch you on the flip side” means pretty much the same as “see you later” or “until we meet again.” Among some, it has a religious connotation, an allusion to the hereafter.
My guess (and it’s only a guess) is that it...
I don’t quite get it, either.
I often have some sort of liquid refreshment in the car (iced coffee or tea, usually), and just about every car built in recent decades has cup holders. But when I’m on foot I much prefer having my hands free. And I especially don’t wish to be encumbered with any...
That would be my guess.
I have yet to see phone holders on shopping carts here, but cup holders are ubiquitous. But then, so are in-store Starbucks coffee stands, so …
Vinyl, maybe?
I’d have to see it up close and run my hands over it before delivering a verdict. Is it textured, maybe?
That it’s fake glass or ceramic or whatever wouldn’t necessarily put me off to it. The vinyl plank flooring in my kitchen has a faux wood grain, as does the ceramic tile on...
That 500-square-foot house alluded to a few posts above was demolished several years ago and a McMansion now occupies the lot, just as I predicted would happen back when I lived there.
I’ve long argued that there’s more than a hint of mortality denial in our approach to property ownership. Dead is dead, no matter the thickness of the portfolio.
Having said that, though, I admit to being a little envious of people whose family roots go back several generations in the place...
I once lived in a converted chicken coop. And I once lived in a garret (I wasn’t familiar with the term prior to living there); sink in the room, shared bathroom down on the second floor.
A friend once lived in my ’47 Dodge school bus, parked alongside my 500-square-foot house. For a few weeks...
^^^^^
When the lovely missus and I motored out to the Old Country (Seattle and environs) a couple weeks ago we were taken aback by all the tents pitched alongside the highways.
But I was heartened to see a collection of 20 or so structures that were basically sheds, 10’ by 12’, with power in...
I was treated to an advertisement, on this very site, for a gizmo designed to cover the catalytic converter on your automobile and thereby thwart its theft.
Two people of my acquaintance have been so victimized — the fellow just two doors down (I keep our car in the garage), and a nephew living...
And then there’s “shotgun shack,” a somewhat disparaging variation on “shotgun house,” which, in either case, means a humble domicile with one room directly behind another, so that with the doors open the shot from a shotgun fired from the front of the house would hit nothing but air as it...
I heard it suggested just yesterday that there be a sort of anti-HGTV network, with programming with titles such as “You Ruined It,” wherein the hosts walk through recently “flipped” houses and point out where original (and appropriate) architectural features were ripped out. And perhaps...
In decades past, when I was as often between “relationships” as in one, I volunteered to work holidays. The coworkers with kids had much more invested in the celebrations than I ever did.
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