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: i know the joy of dogs :
Happiness is one thing. Joy is quite another. I learned the fine distinction through a series of encounters I’ve had lately with heart-soaring rapture. These outbursts happen on a schedule, more or less. At bus stops. The instant I see that clattering, broken down contraption heave into view. Then, right before my eyes, the bus…
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[ a hard reset ]
Oh, who am I kidding? A reset wouldn’t be hard. Carrying on as usual, that would be hard. Crushing, soul-sucking, killer hard. I can’t do it. I won’t. No, sir. I need a change, dammit. A fresh direction. A new perspective. Something. Anything. I’m dying of boredom. And if I’m bored, I fear for your…
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[ my slide into hoarding ]
Right now, sitting in my pantry, are eight 6-packs of Coca-Cola, six boxes of Premium Mini saltines, mega rolls of Bounty paper towels the size of oil drums, a mountain of toilet paper, can after can of Folger’s Black Silk coffee, plus odds and ends. The refrigerator, meanwhile, is crammed with gallons of milk and…
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[ inconvenience is survivable ]
It’s a time suck. It’s more work. It’s a killjoy and an effing misery, but it isn’t fatal. I learned all this first-hand when my car died. Our final trip was to Barnes & Noble on a cold, windy evening. I pulled into a parking spot and, in the gathering darkness, the dashboard glowed with…