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It has been a hard week of weather for many in Oklahoma, with tornadoes dropping out of the sky. Willy-nilly.
Power has been lost. Homes. Lives. And this morning, I wake to a gentle rain, reminding me that everyday life goes on in spite of what has come before. Willy-nilly.
I woke to the thought that my husband is coming home, after a week in Michigan. He was scheduled to return yesterday evening, but the rains in Chicago wreaked havoc on scheduling. Flights were delayed. Canceled, one after another. No way home. Willy-nilly.
I woke to discover my house keys still in the back door. Coming in from prayer group last night, I forgot to remove them before closing the door and locking it. Funny that before going to bed, I found I had left the front door unlocked all day, while I had been in and off the premises. Two days ago, it was my front door that held the keys when I woke up. This loose business of unlocked doors is so unlike me. If I keep this up, my family will no longer call me “Fortress West.” Willy-nilly.
an everyday life 
I’ve gone back and searched but can’t find the reference now, but someone who was talking about the effort to cap the leak in the Gulf said yesterday or so, “We’re not approaching this in a way that’s just willy-nilly.”
I just laughed, because the first thing I thought of was your post. Willy-nilly’s actually a great phrase that we don’t hear much any more, and suddenly it’s everywhere!
Funny how this particular phrase just popped into my mind that day, as I set about to capture my everyday thoughts. Willy-nilly is not in my everyday vocabulary. But that day, no other phrase or word would do.
Perhaps it was the same with that BP official — with the words you recalled, I can just about sense his exasperation and defensive posture. Don’t you know he’s tired of talking about this oil spill nightmare that won’t go away?