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Zombie Rabbits, Attractive Corpses and Irrational Rescues
Walking backward up the slope that leads to the RV garage, which the animatronic zoo calls home for 11.75 months, the 7-foot Hopper Zombie Rabbit heavily rests its upper body on my shoulder while I rock the base in a stepping motion. As I try to get the mutant bunny…
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This Is Me? I hope so!
Obviously the image here is AI generated, but the great thing is, Chat GPT knows me, ‘refreshes’ my new look, and adds the things it has learned are important to me. I want this pic in a big-@$$ frame at my small, brief end-of-life memorial! Golly, it includes my Dad…
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Fade to (Colors That When Combined Project As) Black
Time to write! Intertwining my fingers, I point my palms out and push, ‘crack.’ My fingers didn’t pop or crack, but my left shoulder sure did. Day 2.5 of solitude. In addition to doing a walkthrough for the security system installation, I have washed and dried all the sheets, remade…
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Budding Serial Murder
Why, yes, I do know that the facial construct of me in the previous post (Hold On) is precisely the same as the image in the post before (I’ll Do the Talking). Trust me, you don’t want to see what I really looked like in the original pic, frantic on…
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Hold On
“Hold onto him!” I’m screeching from the seat behind them on Space Mountain. “Hold him!” I don’t know why I’m bothering. The ride is so loud I can’t even hear myself, let alone believe that D can hear me. Furthermore, obviously he was holding onto him — arm around his…
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I’ll Do the Talking
“It said it might rain this afternoon,” I say with hope. “Let us pray, and we’ll just keep watering you regardless.” Standing near the border of the land, I stare at the patch of spruce before me. D comes up behind me with a bucket of water from emptying his…
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Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real
Good Lord! Why do I stumble upon these things on social media? I really try to avoid it and, really, social media in general. But as soon as someone I care about posts a puppy pic, something charges in afterward. ‘You neeeed to see this! Here are your heroes!’ Oh,…
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Enlightenment
I’ll pay for that, but how could I help it? Again, I am lame, gingerly taking steps to heal myself — or not taking steps as it were. I vowed before our arrival to resist the lure of the creek that’s actually a river or at least a large stream,…
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Boaring in the Mountains
I weave my fingers together, pressing both palms out in an attempt to crack my knuckles, that is, if they would actually crack. Still, it’s a good stretch. Let’s do this . . . How long since I’ve blogged? Don’t know; don’t care. I think I’ve been to the mountain…
