A Dad Joke
Sunday’s Wandering Thoughts
I’ve been living with cats all of my life. It may be affecting me. When I see something on our house’s hardwood floors, I tap it to see what it does, as I’ve witnessed my cats do.
I don’t sniff it, though, as they do. Or eat it. I’m not at that stage of my metafloofaphosis.
Yet.
Saturday’s Wandering Thoughts
I came around a corner on my walk today. Deep in thought, I was in moving fast and not paying much attention when a sudden noise and motion to my left froze me.
A deer was on the other side of a knee-high white picket fence. I’d apparently startled her. Then she’d startled me
She was about three feet away. We stayed still. Then I softly said, “Hey, good looking. How’s your Saturday going?”
Leaning forward, the doe sniffed in my direction. This lasted for about ten seconds in my guesstimate. Then, satisfied, I guess, she resumed eating and I moved on.
Wednesday’s Wandering Thought
I’m not certain what it says about my mindset or personality, but that crooked light plate in the coffee shop bathroom needs to be straightened.
Tuesday’s Wandering Thoughts
I purchased new underwear today. TMI? Or, “About time?”
Those are the general reactions people usually give me to these sort of beginnings. Most most-often heard is, “Why are you telling us that?”
Well, the underwear, a five pack, came in a resealable bag.
Yes, a resealable bag. Said so right there on the front of the package. Like the underwear were cheese, cookies, or chips. Even my cats’ kibble doesn’t have a resealable bag.
My wife and I noodled through explanations for why men’s underwear would be sold in a resealable bag. Perhaps, we reasoned, the bag magically washes them? But wouldn’t that be shown on the bag?
It threw off my plans. I was going to unpack the underwear, wash them, put them in the drawer. But now —
Maybe I should use the bag?
Monday’s Wandering Thoughts
Saw the NYTimes Connections today – April Fools Day – and laughed by butt off when the emojis showed up. Well, didn’t literally laugh my butt off, of course. That would be absurd.
Fun Connections, too easily solved, though.
Sunday’s Wandering Thought
I attended an Easter brunch at a friend’s house on Sunday. Great food, great friends, weather that skirmished between chilly and cloudy to hot and sunny.
At one point, I asked fellow attendees if any had made any Easter resolutions. No one had.
Looks like another tradition is fading away.
Saturday’s Wandering Thoughts
Sometimes, my thoughts are still loading onto my train of thoughts, and that train just closes its doors and takes off.
Friday’s Wandering Thoughts
I was born in the U.S. in 1956. I’ve seen many changes. I never thought I’d live in a time when people would be ordering fast food from a place like McDonald’s on their phone, and it would be delivered.
Course, I didn’t expect to be typing about it on a computer in a coffee shop and sharing it with strangers, wirelessly, at that.
Didn’t think phones would be called cells, either.
Michael Seidel, writer 