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One flew west
Well well well and what the hell. Seems like I got conned into reading something of merit. Goddammit. And the thing is, like the Titanic, I know how this story ends and it ain’t gonna be good. I took a break, oh, I’ll be saying about page 75 or so, to…
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Who am I kidding?
As I again walked past the old ‘U’ shaped, red brick apartment building and looked up at the people sitting there, I realized how full of shit I was in a previous post when I’d mused that I could live there. I couldn’t. It would kill me. I’d feel responsible…
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Giving myself a good talkin’ to
Cathy: “For Christ’s sake, Tripping Raul! We were trying to stay lighthearted and insightful on here, remember? No more angst?” Tripping Raul: “Eh, stop your sniveling. It’s unnatural to be happy-happy-joy-joy all the time. And for that matter it’s annoying. . . . besides, that wasn’t me, it was Leah.”…
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Cowboy hats
Me: “I wonder what brought on my sudden penchant for classic cars and men in cowboy hats?” Edison’s Black Dahlia, without looking up from the computer: “Menopause.” Smart ass.
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Nuts
I do the same thing with pistachios as I do with the waste basket, using an entirely different yet equally as intricate and well-researched methodology. Rather than telling myself there’s “hope” if I successfully toss a three-pointer — such as crumpled paper or various other debris — into the gaping mouth of the trash…
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Get to the point
I never sleep on Sunday nights and as I lay there with a bazillion thoughts running through my brain it occurred to me that I never really did get to the point on the last post, as in what I’d done that made me feel like I’m in control of…
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Yay me!
Don’t be fooled by the overt optimism, things are about as bad as I can possibly imagine and I’m desperate to get my children set up for a successful life — meaning healthy, happy and self sufficient. Shit just keeps happening and I spend hours upon hours trying to figure…
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Being all I’m supposed to be
7-11 guy was sweet this a.m. as I picked up a soda and a coffee while D got gas in preparation for borrowing my car for a much overdue guys’ day out with his high school friend Gabe from New Mexico. (Run-on!) I kept thinking 7-11 dude was saying “gage,” but he was saying…
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Reaped
Speaking of idioms, it occurs to me that “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” is only true if you want to eat the bird. In that case, the two in the bush are worth nothing to you because saying something you can see and can’t have…
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Bicycle Race
“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike. I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like . . . ” I’ve had that Queen song stuck in my head — in a good way — since Mother’s Day when my…
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