Writing: March 2000
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Blue things, white things, pinky-brownish things
Yesterday, given that it was a gorgeous and not too humid Houston day, I went for my first open-air…
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I can’t stop
Someone returned to Haddock after weeks off the list. It’s strange how quickly someone you…
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It’s a future, kinda.
So if I write something just after midnight, do I give it the date of “today”, like I…
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Diversion
You’d think I’d got better things to do than be here at 3.30am finishing yet another…
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Fuggedaboudit
I can clutch at straws for years. Long after a spark failed to light, a few well-read emails or…
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Jukebox
Maura wrote about which albums she’d put in a jukebox, and while I hate to appear like I have…
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The caravan
My mother sent me photos of the old caravan. For as long as I can remember, more than 25 years, my…
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Go outside
A midday call to my sister, only slightly coherent, my brain still whirling from everything…
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It’s all coming together nicely
It’s strange, but wonderful, when so many things click into place. Or, rather than clicking…
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People are stupid
I’ve been arguing with myself over whether to write something online for some time and this…