I’ve had tornado dreams ever since I was a child. They’re not recurring dreams, in that they’re not the same one, with the same tornado.
The circumstances of the tornado are always different. I’m almost never afraid, but always curious. Often, there are multiple tornadoes, sometimes in all directions. Sometimes I can hear them, and always [...]
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I’ve been cooking for just me for quite a while now, but I don’t cook often, and usually just end up eating what I make for days and days.
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Somehow, I’ve gotten myself roped into working part-time for a maid service. I’m supposed to be cleaning at a house Tuesday night. My supervisor and I have gone through training, and this is my first solo night.
I realize that I should be cleaning, but that I’ve forgotten, and I’m going to be late.
I hop into [...]
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This may be the first time I’ve practiced a bit of common sense in regard to eating on Thanksgiving.
I think I was too full from breakfast, and too tired from being awake so early in the morning, so I decided to postpone my Thanksgiving until tomorrow.
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Everything is officially unpacked. Of course, I had to repack maybe three boxes of things that I still want, but don’t have practical function, such as pictures I have no intention of organizing.
I’m very happy that my house is all picked up and neat, temporarily. There’s a chaotic region in the area of my computer [...]
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I’ve gotten an invite for Thanksgiving breakfast with a co-worker and her in-laws. I’ve officially been adopted as the single lonely person in need of a meal.
Hey, who’s complaining?
But as we were e-mailing back and forth, and I was examining my family’s traditions, I started to think more and more about how much I’m going [...]
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Nobody tells you that growing older isn’t as fun as you thought it would be when you were 10. When you thought that 21 would be unbelievably old.
This body turned 29 yesterday. I look at its skin, especially the hands, and wonder what happens to make us get old? What happens that our machines just [...]
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