42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Searching for the question to the answer of 42.

Neighborly

At last, I meet two more neighbors. As I look like an idiot on a way to a movie that never happened.
I’m responsibly leaving for the movie a little early to meet a friend, after our previous attempt to watch the movie was foiled by a nonexistent show time earlier in the day.
And I notice [...]

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Debt free … oh, wait

I wanted to be debt free. But alas, that is not to be.
I did, however, pay off my student loan.
Or rather, attempted to.
The U.S. Department of Education offers a way to pay your student loans online. And offers to do it automatically if you choose, giving you a small break on the interest.
I’m all about [...]

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Regular

Picture an unassuming Italian restaurant tucked into a space in an ubiquitous shopping plaza.
But Heather has read one good review on it. The only review of a pizza parlor she can find in town.
We have yet to find “the place.” The pizza place.
It has been two years. It shouldn’t be so hard. Fresno has a [...]

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Sleepy time

It has been a long time since I’ve written about my dreams. I still have vivid dreams and often. But even with best intentions, I get lazy and forget to write them down, still clinging to the vague feelings hanging like cobwebs in my brain.
Yes, I’ve had a bathroom dream or two. I think I’ve [...]

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Out of season

It is the middle of January. I am very cold.
After the mid-December shock of the first heat bill in a newly purchased townhouse, the heat was turned down.
Way down.
Even before the economy measures took place, downstairs was an uncomfortable place to be. Hardwood floors are only pretty when your feet are warm.
Without heat running for [...]

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Phone etiquette

Hiya sweetie.
It’s a voice I don’t recognize. There’s about one person who might call me up that way, unannounced – my aunt K — and her number is programmed in my cell phone.
This number is one I don’t recognize. But giving her the benefit of the doubt, I say, who is this?
Is Anthony there?
No, I’m sorry, you have [...]

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