Wednesday Dottles

sqrt(-1): It's March 1. In Central Maryland that means the shank of the winter is over. Snow maybe but probably not.

1.61803... Wednesday is my trash pick-up day. I sit here gazing out the window at my trash can waiting to be emptied. Close-by the can is a child's glove that's been sitting in my yard for days waiting for its owner to claim it. I'm thinking: 2 + 2 = ?

2.7183... Latest pet peeve: those disposable signs that appear at intersections for all manner of services: do-it-yourself realty, painters, youth baseball, Our Lady of Perpetual Work Church, singles... They're like spam, unwanted, unasked-for. Roadside junk mail. A blight. I'm thinking of buying a mask, roving the countryside in the Camry, trunk ajar, making my nighttime collections.

3.1415.... What is it about driving somewhere that fixes its location in your brain? Monday night my older son called from college because he had a dentist's appointment yesterday. Despite having been there twice a year since he was a baby, he needed to know how to get there. I received no frantic calls from him since. I guess he found it.

9.80665 I have had some weird sinus thing going on for months, sort of like the nasal congestion part of a cold without the cold. Can you develop allergies after 50 years without them? If so, what am I allergic to?

299792498. A house sparrow now sings atop the nestbox where Monday a bluebird inspected it for a future home. You'd think the word would have gotten around: Sparrows that try to nest in that box come to regret their decision.
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