Category: life
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: there’s always the typing pool :
Eighty-four degrees, an impossibly blue sky, sun-dappled trees; ideal conditions for closing the pool. This morning the sign was posted declaring it officially off-limits, verboten. There, at the padlocked gate, I felt like crying. Like uncorking a downpour of big, fat, chlorinated tears. Tomorrow they’ll drain the water and install the pool cover, the burial…
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: i’ve never had a microwave :
I’ve never had a Sub-Zero refrigerator, either, or a Viking range, that’s just overkill when all they’ll do is store and heat frozen dinners. A block of ice and a heating pad could do as much. Regrettably, my enthusiasm for cooking began and ended with my Easy-Bake Oven. When the light bulb burned out, the…
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: feets don’t fail me now :
For a long time I’ve been scared of Doc Martens. They’re intimidating shoes with their thick soles and ominous yellow stitching. They had a bad attitude, you know? A reputation. I’d find myself staring at anyone brave enough to wear them and try to guess what they did for a living. Tattoo artist was a…
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: where am i :
Lost, that’s where I am. Both literally and figuratively a great deal of the time, but let’s deal with the literally for now. Here’s the problem: I didn’t come equipped with a sense of direction, not even in a general sense, nor have I acquired one in the course of my travels. Big deal, right?…
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: knock knock :
Based on experience, I thought it would be an adventure to take a new job in a new city. The people I’d interviewed with seemed nice and they liked my portfolio. The city itself was a college town, home to 43,000 students, but that might be fun. I couldn’t find a downside, I looked. Just…
the whirly girl 