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Aftermarket Tire Siping – Don’t Get Sucked In
Learn from my mistake!
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Taking the Day Off
Hoo, but I’m tired. And it suddenly occurred to me that if a religious leader were expected to come up with a homily 7 days a week, she would probably lose faith. So Imma take a break today. You understand. Love you guys. Happy 4th of July. Here’s a pretty picture. Like this quirky little…
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The Middle Distance
I shouldn’t blog when I’m this tired. I’m seeing things out of the corners of my eyes that aren’t actually there. Furtive movements. I so rarely have the opportunity to use the word “furtive”. Why is that? Hmmm… Clearly, I lack focus. I’m finding it impossible to think coherently. So brace yourself, dear reader. This…
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My Late Night Symphony
Have you ever been so tired that it felt like your mattress was hugging you? You sink into it’s soft embrace and feel a sweet relief like no other. It makes you wonder why you ever resisted bedtime as a child. This night was one of those nights. It had been a long day at…
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“How can you be tired?”
Every long-term relationship I’ve had has been with someone who does some version of construction for a living. When they come home, cut up and covered in grime, after a long day of putting shingles on roofs or re-plumbing the crawl space under a house or rewiring a hot attic, it’s obvious they’re exhausted. Tradesmen…
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At What Point Did I Lose All Control?
Once upon a time, I balanced my checkbook, folded all my clothes, and actually could see most of the flat surfaces in my home. There was a place for everything, and everything was in its place. I changed the oil in my car like clockwork, I observed people’s birthdays, and doing my taxes was a…
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Youth Protest
Throughout the world, regardless of race, creed, or culture, it always seems to be the youth, the students, who come out and protest when change needs to occur. They are the ones who march on Selma, who stand in front of tanks in Tiananmen Square, who rise up in Tahrir Square. Oh yes, we adults…
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A Really Bad Day in the Life of a Bridgetender
1:00 – 5:00 am: Dog periodically wakes up, dry heaving, causing me to periodically wake up. He has gotten into the landlady’s compost heap again. 6:15 am: Alarm goes off. I sit up in a fog. Room spins. I feed dogs, one of whom is predictably not hungry. Let the dogs out, watch them head…