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Making light
It’s the little things, the things the world can’t touch. I flip the light off and look up — it stays on. I’ve lived in this house 11 years now and still haven’t figured out the switches. A year or so after we first moved in the police came to…
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Research
I close the back cover of my latest research effort, otherwise known as Trash Romance Novel No. 70-or-so. Heh. I had it figured out — it was the seemingly gay assistant who was avenging the loss of his woman lover and the betrayal of having her heart beating in another…
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Princess
I got to be a princess yesterday (Saturday). Well, yes, I suppose it started Friday even before I got my birthday lunch — which was nice and less awkward than most. And this in spite of my insurance calling Friday afternoon and saying it wouldn’t cover my Chrysler Sebring 2004…
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Something I’m not
The one thing I can be confident of is that no matter my personality shifts and chameleonesque adaptation to any situation, I cannot be accused of trying or pretending to be something I’m not because if that were the case I’d have to have some sort of idea of who…
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I got it . . .
. . . or I think maybe I did. I dropped an intentional hook, then waited and watched. “This week,” I said to myself, “it will make an appearance this week.” And it did. And I laughed. Now, I suppose, it is up to me to discern whether this re-emergence…
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You haven’t worn it
It gives me hope that you’re paying attention and that somewhere deep inside that crusty soul of yours, you might even care.
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Inappropriate anecdotes
My beautiful friend Christine (see Flopping on the floor) announced on Facebook that she is again facing the dreaded C. Her first bout was as a teenager and she kicked its ass and I fully expect her to do so again. She goes into surgery in a few days. My…
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Bananas
Inwardly criticizing myself for so poorly chopping my bangs, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror combing through my wet, low-lighted hair. It occurs to me that it is wavier than it has ever been and I realize that as I ponder this important observation there is a phrase…
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It’s a good day
The weather is beautiful, I’m not hung over after last night even though I should be and I GET TO KEEP MY TRUCK! I’m soooooooo happy. I’ll be getting Dexter a new (cheap) set of tires and he can be semi-retired and I will take what’s left of the money…
At Least They're Committed 