April 27th, 2007 at 6:49am |
My cat leads a double life, and she doesn’t know it.
By day, she is Stinky, the jittery, shy, jealous cat. By night, she also is Stinky. She sleeps a lot. She slinks around. She’s an aging, thin supermodel version of her former Siamese cat self. You can see she had a glory day. And she’s [...]
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April 18th, 2007 at 11:50am |
I usually look in the cereal aisle to see if I can find my favorite, CoCo Wheats. And always come up empty. For a while, I thought perhaps they went out of business. Maybe it’s just this store. Maybe I’ll find it in another store.
My attention span for this search was limited. I’m not always [...]
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April 17th, 2007 at 11:10am |
People are fickle.
Friends are fickle.
They move in and out of your life like being swept out with the tide of your life.
Some are washed away, never to be heard from. Others wash back in, irregularly, never staying around long. Some always are there on the beach.
I regret some of the lost friendships of my life.
Some [...]
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April 15th, 2007 at 9:47am |
I set myself on fire yesterday.
If you’ve known me for a long time, you know I’m prone to crazy accidents. Crazy accidents that make for crazy stories the next day.
There was the time I locked myself in the garage in my pajamas. How do you lock yourself in the garage? Well, technically you don’t. What [...]
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April 11th, 2007 at 10:19pm |
So it goes
Kurt Vonnegut dies at 84.
I wish I had something witty to say, but I don’t. I’m just sad.
I was first introduced to his writing in college and then kicked myself for not seeing him in Dowagiac at the Dogwood Fine Arts Festival. I snapped up everything I could find. A friend gave me [...]
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April 10th, 2007 at 12:50pm |
Only in Fresno would you wonder if that rapid popping sound is gunfire or fireworks.
It’s late at night, I’m getting ready to go home, and I can’t be sure. I listen for about a minute, make sure it has died down, and continue to get in my car. I fiddle with the iPod a little, [...]
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April 9th, 2007 at 8:54am |
I’m hurriedly picking up crushed cans that are being teased into the water by waves. I’m distracted, focused on my task. As soon as I pick up a couple, more drop and I rush to get them out of the way of the tide.
I look up, and there’s a ship sinking. I’d heard about it [...]
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