• Ishqa

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    I try to remember when Ishqa was little. I don’t know if I have any pictures of him as a little one. But one day he wasn’t there- not even the idea of him as a pet. And the next day he was. He was a pound kitty when I got him, like each...

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    Not Just The Drill

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    Truth is, you usually don’t go to the dentist and spend an entire afternoon in the chair and have a root canal and leave feeling richer. But today it happened, and here’s why. I knew I was going to have something done on my 2nd lower left molar (18) because the appointment was set...

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    Table Time

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    The table, sanded and ready for a new coat.

    This evening was a nice departure from my normal weeknight routine of plopping on the couch and watching the Cubs. The Cubs played, yes, but somehow I pulled myself away from them- sort of- to do something productive. Nearly a week ago, my employers were saying goodbye to a nice large wooden table that...

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    “Try” by Mandy Harvey

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    With too few reasons, I get down and defeated so easily at times. After watching this video this evening, I thought there was nothing better I could post today. “After I lost my hearing, I gave up. But I wanted to do more with my life than just give up…” And I probably need...

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    Dental Visit

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    I’ve had a pretty good run. I didn’t even have a first cavity until up about two years ago. Prior to that, a decision was made that my wisdom teeth needed to come out when I was about forty, far far into the game at that point. Well, about two weeks ago it began....

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    The Present Flavor

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    Take the parts Stir them in Here is your yearbook Here are the dog hairs Here is sand from that beach October 4, 1992 An autographed baseball A wedding program Playbill from Aida Reunion photos Ticket stub Story stub A book about the Cubs Handwritten note Unpleasant words Half smile half frown Gas stations...

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    Cutaneous

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    Sometimes I think I spend so much time reminiscing on here because I struggle to really remember much that has happened in my life. In recent years, much of my life has buried beneath baseball and boardgame stuff and work. At least that’s what I tell myself. And then I sit down to write...

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    Five Months

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    It’s the start of a new month already- the sixth month of the year. 5 are in the books. There is always the question: “Am I growing?” I don’t know. I’ve been good to get a blog post up daily for 5 months straight. I am not sure if you count that as progress....

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    Send Me Outside

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    Send me outside to a solitary tree Where I’ll sit and my mind will be free From the shock jocks that wail And advertisers that sell Life necessities for a nominal fee. Send me outside to a mumbling stream Where the water will run and I’ll dream In that place without sound Where wonders...

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    Mortimer Gets The Point

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    When Mortimer arrived at the coffee house, he looked a the tinted panes spanning the front of it, and noticed the wind had lifted all the hair on the right side of his head into a sort-of hands-up position. His hair was like that, surrendering to the elements at the drop of a raindrop...

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