Category: wandering mind
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Soft water
Warm up coffee is a good place to start. Yogurt or cereal next. Small decisions help the mind focus on tasks not silence. Sugar sinks to the bottom. Bank errands, buying worm poison for the red buds keeps it all in perspective. I have more power than i think. Within my hands – the ability…
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Part of the flock
How long does it take to mow 8 acres of bermuda grass? Oh about 2 hours on a scag turf tiger zero turn mower! I’ve been put to work already – arriving last night to marinated prime rib, baked potatoes, Whitewater IPA from sam adams in a frosty mug and salad drizzled in fig vinegarette.…
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I-40 west
Last night we wanted to stay in Bucksnort, TN (for obvious reasons) but all it had was an adult superstore and a travel lodge rooms for $30. We passed. I had a wonderful birthday full of wild black berries, North Carolina’s blue ridge parkway, 76 degrees, 12 bones BBQ in Asheville, a hostess cupcake (road…
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My dear friends
*Disclaimer: I didn’t reread this so take no responsibility for its content* Sizzling potatoes and their golden smell wafting from the kitchen; Pat is still asleep after a long, wonderful birthday/going away party he and my dear friends threw for me last night. This week has exhausted me like a labor. I was trying not…
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Feeling my teeth break into peanut meat is the most pleasing thing I’ve done all day.
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Follow the yellow brick road
I’m supposed to be looking at routes to take for my journey, then relay those routes to my mom who will then go to AAA to get maps – real live paper maps that no one uses anymore because we all have smart phones – at least one person out of 2 in a vehicle…
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89 and counting
My Grandma, Bernice, is 89 today. No one is as independent. No one loves seals and birds and cats and polar bears as much. No one hates George W. more. No one picks as many raspberries or plants as many bulbs. No one reuses as much tin foil. She has taken care of Big Mama…
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Nothing is ever tied up in bows.
How can one desk absorb an echo? One chair muffle the sound of space? Of emptiness? I tiptoed around the room as if I might wake a baby, my once soft steps became cavernous without wood and pulp to grab hold of them. All that’s left in my writing room is a broom, a vacuum…
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One week to launch
A storm seized the house this morning. Pouring rain, lightning jolting me out of sleep like a flat-lining patient: I left my half-dry clothes on the clothes line last night. Shit. Second washes never hurt, I guess. Who needs to wear pants anyway? This is my last week in Wilkes-Barre, PA. I’m starting to freak…