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  • Neil's Wheels part 5

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    I know I’ve not posted parts 1, 2, 3 or 4, but today I thought I’d share that my 84-year-old Grandpa Neil is once again travelling the world while I have to read about it from a stinking desk. He’s in Iran for now (which is actually a place I’m not sure I would want…

  • My beer and Frida's

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    I buy this beer because Frida is on it. Good job marketing department, you’ve tapped into a consumer who a. likes beer and b. wants Frida’s creativity and genius, so naturally the more I drink this beer with her on it, the more tortured and creative I will become! I had Pat translate this quote…

  • When an O- meets an O+

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    When you live with a hemophiliac, you get used to seeing blood in strange places. This morning a red dollop lay on the stairs followed by two small splatters. My bleeder was in the shower and had been since he woke up, so I was slightly concerned and first checked the cat. You can hear the…

  • Wipe the Grid

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    I was just invited by my step-dad for a 3.5 week rafting trip down the Grand Canyon. God I want to go. God I can’t. I hope there’s some time in my life where I might feel free enough, stable enough, rich enough to go on such an excursion. But I have no idea where…

  • 2 floor office space

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    I’ve been reading emails, trying to settle into a comfortable, peaceful place today: the daily rumpus newsletter which sometimes feels too long to read in the mornings, but today was a good one – a thoughtful one about things we say in the moment, things we do in the moment and if they mean anything…

  • Forever in the unsolicited pile

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    This is a sorry day. It apologizes with bouquets of sun and notes from friends, but I don’t accept. This morning I perfectly measured oatmeal and thought, today will be perfect. But I’m feeling alone and unknown. I’m feeling overwhelmed by the miles I still have to go – I can’t possibly “be” what I want to…

  • Gifts from the late 80s, early 90s

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    My dad found these photos yesterday among his house clutter. My mom made this ice cream dress. I remember the rouching machine she had even though there’s no rouching on this one. It’s long strange silver fingers. She did cross-stitch the cones. It must have been my birthday – 2 or 3 – if it…

  • The hibernating Tula Bear

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    Last night it dipped down to 40 degrees and we woke up this morning freezing with open windows. It’s been so nice lately, the lilacs in shotgun position. I can smell their blooms peeling open from the backyard. I want to be sleeping still, curled around Pat’s back and cologne. His leg was bare this…

  • It's fixed, he says

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    The annoying thing about the internet and blogs and interwebs in general is that when things don’t work, you can’t reach inside and shake things around, take out the disk and blow on the insides because you tell yourself all it needs is a little fresh air … from your mouth … with spit in…

  • Miriam

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    There’s a really great new song from Norah Jones on the NPR website. It’s called “Miriam” and it’s dark and murderous and the music is so calming, it seems heartbreaking at first, but so full of wrath. It’s surprising in every way, especially coming from Norah Jones who has never sang a song like this…