Author: lyn

cabazon

I was supposed to be leaving. It was already late afternoon and I was facing a long drive back up...

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back in the days

We have a big ‘ol TV. Big ‘ol. TV. It is HD. It is flat panel. Did I mention it was big?1 We inherited this thing via Beau’s parents, who somehow did not have a need for it anymore. And we have been pleased....

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today

Today there is an Easter-egg hunt at my work, followed by a luncheon. My reaction to this news was: Oh. So… Easter? Is coming soon, then? I grew up in the Catholic church. Holy communion, confirmation, whole nine yards....

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indignant

There is a row of mailboxes affixed to the side of our house. Somebody, I don’t know who, takes his1 weekly ad circulars out of his respective mailbox every Tuesday and leaves them atop a ledge on our (inoperable)...

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probably an omen

True story. This morning, at work, I decided my desk could use some reorganization. I picked up a stack of papers from one side of the cubicle and set them on the other side, then decided I didn’t want them there after all...

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