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Four or Five Moments

Working with a live wire is similar to being a superhero. As Colossus tells Deadpool, “Four or five moments—that’s all it takes to be a hero,” or becoming a tinder-ash figure standing with a wire in your hand. Electricity flows around and through us ever charging our psyches and firing our synapses. However, a 120-volt jolt of sudden electricity will toss you across the room. In the corner, you whimper and think about your near…

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Scribbles, March 14, 2018

I forgot it was pie day. When I was 8, we visited my grandmother’s ranch for a big reunion. All of the cousins were there. In the middle of a table a huge strawberry pie took center stage surrounded by apple, cherry, and pumpkin pies. The strawberry one made my mouth water. My cousin wanted me to eat the pumpkin and suggested a pact. We could eat the pumpkin first, then the strawberry. I relented…

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A Day of Rest

Day 131: 5 Minute Freewrite: Tuesday – Prompt: solitude Prompt by @mariannewest. Words by @wordymouth. She walked passing only a few other couples on their way down. She smiled, waved, and appropriately nodded. Not too bad for a Tuesday. There could be more people on the trail. In the canopy, the limbs bustled together in a shallow breeze. At her level, the ground, rocks, and ferns stayed perfectly still. Everything was so green. She listened for…

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I Wonder

At the moment, only my light switch in the bathroom comes to mind. Did I turn it off? Which leads me to think about Switch, a super secret data farm in the desert hosting all the knowledge saved by some of the biggest data companies in the world. So big, Switch needs its own power grid. Which leads my back to the light switch. Boy, I hope I turned that off. However, it powers LED lights so the…

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Iron Skillet Chicken

We traveled to Lakeview, Oregon to look at a car auction when I was nine-years-old. I remember being told not to raise my hand during the action because my dad didn’t really want to buy an antique car. And of course, I raised my hand causing all sorts of commotion. I was outbid and everything went back to normal. I still see my mom’s surprised face and feeling sheepish. After the auction, we went by…

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Regret: Scribble, Feb. 9, 2018

Sometimes you look back and realize that things were not too bad back when you had hair and weighed 100 pounds less. Of course, there was less to worry about too. More time to relax. There are the might have beens to consider too. Like, what might have been if I had just saved money instead of spending it on records? Or what might have been if I had turned down my second job and…

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Scribble, June 19, 2017

Finished a walk at 7:30 this morning and the temperature already reached 93 and will reach 114 this evening. Already hot and oppressive. A Raver asked me for some change; I wore new pants. The Electric Daisy Concert ended with girls dropped off in front of the courthouse wearing satin exercise shorts or bikinis. A few went straight to the ATM by the Palm Stars. One asked me for change. *** I nearly passed out…

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Scribble, June 07, 2017

Been off taking care of other things and not writing. I missed the keyboard! I thought it would be a good idea to sit down and type. Fair warning: none of this may interest you. *** We take the idea of completing our chores, interests, obligations, and everyday tasks for granted. Like they will never end. And then they do. What have we accomplished? And does it matter? Just some of my thoughts this week.…

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