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I really have no idea
It’s the first Monday of the New Year. 2021! What can I say? It’s no different than yesterday, or yesteryear. Although I admit I have not been myself. Covid funk perhaps. I don’t know. Honestly. I feel like I’ve been punched. Not caring about the big things, and caring way to much about the small things. This is new to me. I exist, and that’s about it. The art of Saturday / Sunday do nothing has crept into Monday. Tuesday becomes the attempted recovery of Monday. Wednesday just is. Thursday comes along leading to doubts about the weekend. Forget Friday, it’s an allowed excuse. Wake up on Saturday, do nothing.…
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A final note about 2020
A long rambling post without much point other than to say what’s in my head. It’s the last day of the year and it seems appropriate. 2021 is a day closer. This shit being over is a day closer. If we don’t remember, we are doomed to repeat. On January 7th, I got my Passport for an expected trip to Australia. I was excited and both Mom and Dad were excited for me to go, but it took them prodding me for months before I said yes to the trip. Almost every phone call Mom would ask, When are you going? April! Ticket was purchased all things GO! I was…
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A Photographer Shout-out
Aspiring photographer, hoping to bring a smile to you through my artwork. Brian Mason I’ve always said I am a photographer of chance. I like impromptu things that catch my eye. Never worried about what I do with them, but hope others find them cool or fun. My friend Brian is a talented guy… he’s way more patient than I am and I like his style. So here’s an unsolicited plug… go follow him… go buy his art. The photos here are his. Brian Mason – digital downloads & prints, powered by Picfair Brian (@colobphoto) • Instagram photos and videos
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Monday
Sitting without feelBusy work to pass the timeThe day moves, but I do not….
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The Family Tree
One of my favorite Christmas memories is of the family tree. It was never anything polished or perfect with 100 generic bows, perfectly placed lights, and many same Christmas balls. It was unique. Each ornament had a story. A mismatched set of all the unfit Christmas ornaments gathered over the years. Hand made by little hands or carefully chosen because they were cute. Some indeed mass produced. Every year a few more added. Each kid had our favorites and we always got to hang them with care. We had three extra special ones. A big glass ball with each of our names in glitter. Paige, Pam, and Scott. Always the…
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Masked
The occasional bug to self portrait. Think this sums up 2020 with a few short weeks to go. I miss people’s smiles. I miss hugs. I miss conversation. I miss family. I miss leadership. I miss walking the mall. I miss my coworkers. I miss spitting on the grass. I miss downtown. I miss haircuts. I miss me. I miss many other things I can’t even express. We will all be different when this is over. Not even sure what the world will look like. Our attention. Our attitude. Our love for our fellow human. It will be difficult to adjust back I think. Some now are so fatigued that…
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Not the Asshole
My current job location, and given so few of us in the office, I have the luxury of parking in a heated underground garage. It’s a good thing actually. Often times I leave in the dark so it’s nice not having to trape around a dark parking lot. On snowy days, I feel guilty of bringing all that crud into the garage. I diligently brush off all the snow and ice from my drive to work, then park under cover for a while. At least long enough for most of it to fall off. Then around 10 or so, back under cover of a nice warm garage. On days it…
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Found It
Found the card. I’m not crying, you are.
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Our next President and Vice President
This is the beginning of the end to trumps presidential tour. I’m not happy, I am ecstatic. The last 4 years has indeed been a shit show, and I am reminded of my father’s words. “This nation is big enough and strong enough to survive 4 years of anyone being president.” He never thought of trump or a crazy pandemic when he said that. To be honest, I don’t even remember which president he was referring to. He was a life long republican but I have no idea when he flipped. Over the years I’ve held many of his same political leanings. In my heart though I would classify myself…
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Shower Thoughts
Speaking of showers….. The only reference I have as an adult to how small I once was is the shower towel. When I was younger, like 5 or 7, I always associated climbing out of the tub or shower with a great big fuzzy towel. Either Mom or Dad would wrap me up and quickly dry me off. When I was older and able to responsibly practice good bathing techniques, they would let me do my thing. But the thing is, I liked to stand there and drip dry. The towel hugged over my shoulders with a tight grip. Hair would drip, and on cold morning’s goose bumps would appear…
