My identity is not tied to a car (thankfully). The world shall not know me by my vehicle (even something as tricked out as a city bus). But, once in a while, the wish to have something unique sets in.
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It took long enough, but my Countdown to Camping calendar finally ran out of squares needing an X mark. That’s good.
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I was patient, but the miracle of the self-cleaning pool was not manifest.
The kids are older; they’ve learned the difference between work and “look how much fun it can be to vacuum the pool”. Although my hopes are shattered, I’ve had a very zen evening. The pool is cleaner (a relative term), I’m cooler from the evaporation of water from my torso, and my blood pressure is probably lower (that zen thing).
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Her voice made a believer out of me. The tone rarely varied, but her directions were concise and, to a certain point, worth following.
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The clock says that it is already 8:92, so I’d best open up the text editor and start putting words into strings.
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Maybe if I had fewer hobbies. Because right now, my job is seriously interfering with my recreation time. Worse, I’ve found that there are millions of others with exactly the same skew.
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While channel surfing, the question “What videos would you take to a desert island?” came up. I’m bemused.
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I think our house might be really valuable. It has something to do with painting.
There was a documentary on, about an hour ago, and the whole point seemed to be that people steal paintings. As if stealing them made them worth more. I mean, I have a whole house with painting everywhere; nobody has stolen the house yet, but when they do, I’ll be rich!
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Sometimes an old story can’t be improved. Retelling the tale will not change the outcome, the moral. Instead, it affirms that the storyteller must have missed the ending, last time around. But, let me begin.
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We haven’t learned much about the penal process, all these years. I’m ignoring the mess we’ve made with humankind here; let’s jump to the animal kingdom. Animals don’t like to be kept in cages, even if the food is good. A prisoner will act out, and sometimes there will be tragic results. And, just like we learned in sociology class, there will be recidivism.
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