Monthly Archives: March 2011

Ginger’s Missed Opportunity

Oh, he’s still all by himself over at that side table.  It’s been almost 14 minutes now on my stopwatch, him just sitting quietly and drinking coffee, nibbling on a biscotti.  He looks European with his thin scarf and skinny … Continue reading

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The Year of the Sad Puppy Farm

After they took away my father and Jelly Bean, I’m glad I was sent away too, yipped Mr. Sunshine the labradoodle puppy.  He had just been placed into his new front cage at the pet store with the three other … Continue reading

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Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

Hector dabbed the smallest bit of glue onto the edge of the toothpick and touched it to the bottom of the gargoyle statue, securing it to the coffee table.  He stepped back and observed the effect on the makeup of … Continue reading

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Maxwell’s Trip North

Maxwell let out an involuntary groan as his phone dropped under the seat and skittered to the back seat of the car.  He had been pretending to respond for emails for the past hour or so, typing gibberish words frantically … Continue reading

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Annie the Lab Tech

If I’m not a cutter, does that make me a plucker?  Do we have a snappy little name to define our subset of mental illness?  When I first started doing it my mother would absently mindedly slap my hand away; … Continue reading

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Gerry the Night Watchman

Apparently, my job has a lot more appeal than it used to.  To other people, I mean.  For me, it’s the same endless loops of the exhibits, checking corners with my flashlight, running my hands along the fronts of the … Continue reading

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Grandma Doris’ Commute

I really hope no one can hear what I’m listening to.  My son promised that these headphones were sound canceling on both sides – I can’t hear the other people on the bus, and they can’t hear what I’m listening … Continue reading

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