The dog that lives with us has a cave. No, really.
It could be said that illusions are as to reality as my kitchen table is to caverns. The dog fails to notice that the grotto has no walls. Any time there is a threat; someone cutting paw-claws or swabbing floppy ears, off to the Batcave, Batty dog. Here’s a picture…
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There’s something delightful about a live performance, even when it is interrupted every few minutes with a breath mint announcement. I just finished watching the ECMA (East Coast Music Awards) on CBC… if you don’t know the CBC, well…
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Our household made a corporate decision several vehicles ago to be slaves to the lease, which means that the time has arrived to return our satisfactory set of wheels and take another to have and to hold until calendars do us part.
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A long time ago, I played tuba. By default, I made a lot of noise…
Over time, I lost my embouchure (in reality, I left the warm, fuzzy embrace of the music department and returned my/their instrument which I couldn’t really call MY OWN).
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