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I Take Notes

February 27, 2010

Lots of notes. At three in the morning when I can’t sleep, mostly. Which is often.
They’re good notes; profound, thought provoking, turn-them-into-a-project kind of notes. In the morning I stack them in a pile with every intention of giving them a go. They collect dust on my desk — fine, the floor next [...]

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Why I Haven’t Posted About The New Year

January 3, 2010

I have not been in the mood for composing even a poorly put-together New Year’s post. In fact, despite the horrid tone of 2009 I’ve not been in the mood for a New Year. Period.
There were so many wholly good aspects of 2009. Most of our family survived, those that did not brought us [...]

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In Love

October 28, 2009

His jeans were starched and the most vivid shade of indigo I’d ever seen. His hair as white as the driven snow. His hands shook ever so slightly as he fumbled with his wallet.
I don’t get emotionally attached to many people. When I do, it’s intense.
On the matte, black conveyor belt that stood [...]

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On Admitting Mortality

September 18, 2009

The first time I woke up and could not move or speak was indisputably the scariest moment of my life. I’ve experienced things that would have any person’s heart pounding out of their chest; looked down the barrel of a gun, into the eyes of someone intent on hurting me badly with nothing between us, [...]

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Proof My Husband Loves Me

September 14, 2009

For your voyeuristic pleasure, a recent marital conversation.
Me: If anything ever happens to me I changed some of our passwords to [xyz].
The Huz: If you die I’ll just have [IT Guy Friend] hack the accounts I need.
Me: Who said I was dying? I said if anything ever happens to me. Like I [...]

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After the Rain

September 9, 2009

I get bored. Easily. And, all things considered, relatively often. Hobbies, jobs, home decor, clothing, food, locations, past times. In all things I eventually become uninterested.
I used to think there was something wrong with me. Something fundamental. A marble missing, a screw loose, a wire not quite properly connected. I’m not ruling any of [...]

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