Category: Musings

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Misunderstood

For several months now I’ve been avoiding a man I used to work with. These days he’s the manager of the grocery store I frequent, and I refuse to drive an additional five miles to the next store just to keep from seeing him. Why have I been so reluctant to so much as say “hi”? Because I assumed I knew why he was … Read More Misunderstood

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Treasure for the Future

What happens to our words when technology changes? What happens when the media we rely on today is more outdated than eight-track tapes, and no one can access what we’ve written, the pictures we’ve taken, the record of history our present day communication will someday become? Who are we counting on to save the gems of personal expression we take for granted today? It’s … Read More Treasure for the Future

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Never-Ending Wonder

There is something about endless skies and rolling fields that bring out the dreamer in me. Perhaps it is the seeming unlimited nature of the view, the what-is-just-beyond wonder that this vista presents. It is vast, yet it is contained in our world, it is out of reach yet somehow attainable. It is our dreams spilling out before us. Dreams for ourselves, our children, … Read More Never-Ending Wonder

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“Have a nice trip?” “Last Fall.”

A nice trip, indeed. I’m working in a warehouse now as a technical writer. The administrative aspect of my job doesn’t mean I get an office, however, or even a traditional desk. I’m smack dab in the middle of 95000 square feet of bedlam. They strive for high safety standards, but with that much STUFF it isn’t always easy. So I’m walking to the … Read More “Have a nice trip?” “Last Fall.”

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It’s Always Something

I’m getting  a little tired of these petty injuries. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll take them anytime over a critical injury or chronic illness. But just as I finished physical therapy for my shoulder, my thumb gets tendonitis. The thumb heals, and I burn my arm. The bandages come off my arm, and I pull my achilles tendon. Each minor injury has its own … Read More It’s Always Something

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Unlimited Potential and Limited Bodies

Today I was listening to an interview on the radio, and heard an intriguing quote. I don’t remember the exact words, but the sentiment (as I interpreted it) was “I get angry sometimes about the limitations of my body.” Now, I came in late to the interview, but I don’t believe he was talking about any sort of disability, unless you count geek in … Read More Unlimited Potential and Limited Bodies

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How Cesar Got His Name

Last week, I received a long-dreaded text from my friend Deb. “Cesar had another seizure. I took him to the vet, and it was time to let go. This has been a bad week.” Cesar the Cat was her second pet to die in two days. She had had to say good-bye to her beloved terrier Daisy earlier that week. Cesar was 20 years … Read More How Cesar Got His Name

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