The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

It was an unremarkable day. In retrospect, that was one of the strangest things about it. I was walking across the bridge to get to work, as I’ve done thousands of times. The sun was out. I had no plans, really. Think “status quo.” And then I saw movement out of the corner of my …

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I used to lament being born in the early 60’s. I was too young to participate in the “really good” protests. Be careful what you wish for. Here we are again. Unfortunately, I have a really strange work schedule, so most marches march right on past me. I would have loved to participate in the …

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Many years ago, in the virtual world of Second Life, I made a friend. Let’s call him Pete (so I can have a cool blog entry title). It was purely a friendship. We were both in relationships at the time.  I enjoyed talking to him. He had a very creative mind, and was very good …

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I learned a new word today. I enjoy enriching my word power. But I fear that in this case my opportunity to use this term is rapidly diminishing. sphallolalia     “sfa-lO-‘la-lE-a Noun Flirtatious talk that leads nowhere. Origin From the Ancient Greek σφάλλω (sphallō, “to stumble”) and λαλιά (lalia, “talking”). I do love to flirt. There …

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I once attended a meeting in which a man said to me, “Did I say you could talk? I’ll tell you when you can talk.” Oh, where to begin. First of all, this is a guy who has been laterally passed from department to department like a flaming bag of dog poo. No one wants …

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Fence Talking

The View from a Drawbridge

When the weather is nice here in Seattle, I kind of feel obligated to take advantage of it. I spend a lot more time in my back yard here than I ever did in Florida. What people don’t tell you about the Sunshine State is that the sunshine also comes with 100 percent humidity that …

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Recently someone I love very much told me that she had attempted suicide a couple of times in the past year. This broke my heart because I had no idea she was suffering in silence. Having struggled with depression my whole life, I know what it’s like to want to throw off that thick blanket …

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