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Author: Tripping Raul

  • Alas

    Good one, Tripping Raul. A friend comes into town to visit and you are so excited and desperate for girl time that you get her drunk (she’s an uber lightweight and she’d warned you) and the poor woman has been hurling all night and your trip to the Denver arts…

  • Heads!

    It’s the end of a long day before a long holiday weekend and I’m the last of my team still here at work (it’s 5:20-ish). I went into the ladies room and two of the stalls were locked but there was no movement, not even the sound of breathing. So…

  • Scraps

    The thing is, sometimes my mind works ever-so-hard to come up with joyful scenarios and what-ifs and sometimes my thoughts are so gleeful it makes me get choked up at how wonderful it could be. But once I think of something hopeful, you can guarantee it’s not going to happen.…

  • Leaves

    Sitting on the front porch watching a red-headed woodpecker work on my tree and noticing how different he/she looks than Woody the cartoon and thinking that’s a good thing. The tree across the street has leaves. My tree has buds, teasers of life. There was no reason for me to…

  • This is now your life

    We hadn’t heard Buried Alive before going to the Uproar Tour and when the masses of youth began writhing, stomping and dancing for joy as Synyster Gates’ guitar began its first sorrowful notes, we were excited, but not sure what to expect. The song is mellow by apocalyptic standards and M.…

  • Clips . . . I meant clips

    Awkward moment in yesterday’s one-on-one as I misspoke when I tried to tell Ken I had cleaned out the clips list.

  • Baby boomer trash novel

    Are you proud of me? I finally pulled together a plot and cast of characters for my baby boomer sex/mystery novel. The pages, or chapters, are in the navigation bar as BBS 1, etc. You can’t see them yet, though, because they’re not ready and so I have them password…

  • Woke up . . .

    . . . got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was . . . still on vacation! Aaaaah aaah-aaah-aaah aaa-ahh aaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah! Won’t stay on here long because it’s Friday, aka my day. But…

  • Vacation all I ever wanted

    My split lip started bleeding before I left work, which is ever so sexy (that’s sarcasm) and yet might make me look tough and I do so enjoy coming across as tough (that’s improbable). Regardless, I have six days to heal thyself and I’m not just talking about my lip.…

  • The high schoolers

    I’d been digging for a while and D, who fears his shingles are back, worked a little bit on the front yard with me, EBD had helped for a bit then needed to get ready for work. I wasn’t stalled by a lack of energy or enthusiasm; frankly I didn’t…