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FWIW

Posted on October 15, 2010

That is my least favorite abbreviation online. I don’t even have to exaggerate to explain that it took me a full 10 minutes to figure out what the hell that meant. “For what it’s worth” Can’t we just agree that any time you say something it is with the understanding that the person doing the listening will decide what it is worth? Sorry. Consider this post like that abbreviation, but without the annoying part where you have to figure out what I am saying. My work, or more accurately, the potential for work, took me to a very beautiful place today.  Whether it will turn out to be a place I return for work is undecided, what is certain is that something I learned…

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Tell Me Again…

Posted on October 11, 2010

A few weeks ago I was scheduled to go to a luncheon. That morning as I was getting dressed I slipped on a white bra, then I put on a white tank top to go with the black slacks and grey sweater I had laid out to wear. After scanning how it looked on me, I decided I didn’t like how the tank top looked with my sweater. I quickly shucked the sweater and looked for a different top. I grabbed a black cami with white straps. Perfect. The straps would match my bra straps and the black looked dressier than the white. Grabbing a necklace off my nightstand, I blew myself a kiss* in the mirror and headed into work. I’d been at work…

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One Day

Posted on October 4, 2010

Finley was scheduled for school five days a week. It was too much, she was too sleepy, the hours didn’t match, it didn’t feel right. I cut Fridays. It isn’t much, one day with 2.5 hours of just us. We enjoy a patchwork of me telecommuting and the two of us tangling legs on the ground and reading stories, inserting extra dialogue for the characters where we feel the author didn’t go far enough. Today we went downtown for soup. It’s just one day. Some days she makes it worth a lifetime.

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Find it

Posted on September 28, 2010

Friday night I had my first workout since the accident. My stamina has been virtually non-existent and I did not want to discover that I would have to go slowly. I’d been hesitant to strike out and really test my body to see if I could do it. Then it occurred to me that the longer I kept my head in the sand, the likelier it would be that I would have to take baby-steps. I took a gamble and hoped that I’d waited long enough, but not too long. Sean sent me out with his iPhone loaded up with songs that he said would, “get you up that mountain.” I walked the first 1/4 mile, my lungs burning a bit, but none of that…

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Close Enough to Touch

Posted on September 24, 2010

School hasn’t even been in session a month and the change is palpable. I greet each day reminding myself it’s an accomplishment, but in truth, each day comes with a tinge of loss. The pudgy arms of my memory are replaced by sinewy, gangly limbs that hold for a second less than I expect. The kisses I give are declared to be “too many” and my input is not really needed. Even as I stifle my gasp I know we are not even close to how dark it will be, how obsolete I will become. I snickered the other day, but Sean’s banishment from the bath routine should have been a clue. I do got more time now, but on the other side my…

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