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Winter Sunday dreaming

The weekend blurred again, far too short to accomplish everything in my list. Some things have to be done, like laundry and dishes, but all the others were once again relegated to the pile of “when I get around to it” As much as I love to make lists, the best mneumonic I’ve ever found…
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Citizen’s arrest

Do you have a permit for that anxiety? Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense. Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle, flag you down and give you a ticket. Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar. A thought blocker like…
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I wish I were a bear

Some days I’d like to be a bear Hibernate the winter away Staying snug in my den Until a warm sunny day Instead I’m stuck In a deep winter rut As the sun won’t shine As the cold air does cut I can deeply sympathize With those working outside In all kinds of weather With…
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Baby’s breath

Wednesday, the middle of the week. I feel like I’m on a conveyor belt sometimes, and wonder if I’ve missed my stop. Work, kids, home, obligations. Oops! Forgot to breathe. Tonight I watched a sweet little man sleep. No cares in the world, full little belly. Tiny little wrinkled face as his eyebrows moved in…
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Neuro exam

My life is a series of rapid alternating movements A test of nerves, A battle of beliefs The never ending trill Of art and science Adding dissonance and beauty Simultaneously In a pattern the masters of Baroque would envy Some days, The music goes on without end And sometimes, When the music stops The rest…
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Sunday blues

I don’t know what truck hit me today- never got the licence plate number- but man. Every inch of my body hurt, I could hardly keep my eyes open and I felt deathly afraid of food. My strategy for the entire day boiled down to one thing- don’t die. I got up for about half…
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Blink

Tonight we went out for supper and a show. Stage west, our chance to have a delicious buffet that generally leaves us full of regret about our lack of willpower, and entertainment afterwards. I was looking forward to the night, a chance to spend time with friends and go out without the children, but I…
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Unexpectedly stormy

It’s the little things. The quiet things. The things one can pass by, and never see. Until the time the quiet things become loud, Roaring for attention. They were so simple, so peaceful until neglected. Suddenly what was so quiet and calm has turned into a funnel of destruction, and one can only hold on.…


