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I sit in my bed and, through a window, have a view of trees off in the distance. They are swaying in the strong wind. The evening darkness and movement of the branches makes me uncomfortable and sad. It reminds me of the month of October. I think back to childhood and growing up in…
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It’s mid-afternoon on January 10th. The walls of my living room are painted a subtle off-white, it’s gloomy outside, and I have no lights on inside. Everything inside and outside appears gray. It’s not inspiring. It feels rather sad. Tonight, some members of my family are going out for my mother’s birthday. It is a…
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My current job wears me out. Thursdays have the Friday fatigue without the Friday ecstasy. However, there isn’t heavy breathing and sweating and back-breaking work. It is a mental fatigue. It is listening, and checking, and re-checking, and walking over here, and watching a clock, and waiting. Most of the conversation kills me. As I…
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The NFL playoffs are here. Life might be good this time next week as the Bills look forward to their next opponent or we might be in the gutter, yelling at each other about why Coach McDermott should be fired. It feels like life or death. I heard someone say once that part of the…
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Driving a deteriorating car through slushy winter weather as night time creeps in is emotional. I don’t feel ready to pay big money for car repairs and every time the thoughts of breaking down and being foisted upon a mechanic shop flow through my mind, another pothole appears in my path. I drive tensely, with…
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I have a thought about professional sports: the teams take themselves too seriously. “Professional” is a rotten word. It means “no fun”, “lame”, and “obsessed with protecting oneself”. The Buffalo Bills sat Josh Allen after one play yesterday while I was in attendance. I knew it was coming, but it still stung. I wanted to…
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I didn’t mean to make a series out of this, but I am back in Tim Hortons writing on my laptop. The short kid from yesterday took my order (medium coffee, one cream) with a snarl and I almost apologized for my presence. Now, I sit in the corner as this other customer speaking in…
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I am the only person sitting inside a Tim Hortons café as the two angry workers get bombarded by the drive-thru line. “We’re too short-staffed for this shit” says the shorter confident one as the bagel and iced cappuccino orders pour in like waves. The tall anxious kid takes the orders and the shorter one…
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January 1st: the beginning. The time of lofty goals and delusions of grandeur. Many of the things we plan this day do not last a week. It is sad and true. Hope springs eternal though, like the beginning of a new school year or sports season. It always comes back, this feeling of hope and…
Dog Bites and Bee Stings 