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Go To A Happy Place

Dec 13, 2011 by admin

I had an MRI today. My neck has departed its small protest of aches and pains and has recently opted for more an “uprising” or “movement” in the discomfort it unleashes on me during the day and, sadly, most especially at night. The result of an auto accident years ago, the spasms and headaches I occasionally endure are a reminder, I guess, of how lucky I am to still be here to experience them. My car, it was totaled. I, grabbing my neck with one hand and consoling the new, teenaged driver who rammed into the back of me with the other, was lucky to walk away from the smash up. There have been whole seasons with my neck’s complaining rendered largely ignorable. There have been others, like now, that have me prostrate on...

The kingdom of God is like a lost bra...

Dec 5, 2011 by admin

I lost my favorite bra on Friday night. (I’ve either lost any male readers or have riveted them.) Before you get all carried away, it’s not nearly as salacious as it sounds. I mean it’s not like when, well, it’s not like . . . um, never mind. See, I was getting dressed for an evening out and, because of the dress I chose to wear, didn’t need to don a bra so I tossed it aside, somewhere, and proceeded to engage in the flurry of make up, perfume and primping before rushing out of the door. I didn’t begin missing my beloved bra until I went to get dressed after my shower Saturday morning and, yeah, no bra. It was kind of a big deal. Sure, I have other, lesser bras, but this...

Passport

Dec 1, 2011 by admin

It began last night . . . my passport troubles. First? The good news. I need a new passport. My current one is expiring and with plans to do some sunning and funning in Mexico with friends soon, I need to renew it. So, last night I walked through the chill of the Seattle evening to Rite Aid where I had my photo taken. Presto. No big deal. “Did you get your picture done?” Marc asked when he arrived home. “Yep!” I said, pulling them out of the bag. “It only cost $8.” “They didn’t cut it?” “Huh? Uh, no.” “For $8? You should have come up to my job. It was a dollar . . . and precut.” “It’s not a big deal . . . that extra $7 would have been gas...

Orchestra Level

Nov 20, 2011 by admin

Yesterday, I went to the Majestic Theatre in Dallas with my parents and aunt to see a play. Earlier that morning, guided by the instructions of my father, I purchased the closest seats available; orchestra level. As we drove to the theatre my father mused, “Baby Gal, we used to go to this theatre when we were in high school.” “Yeah?” “Mmm hmm. And, we used to have to sit in the balcony.” Damn. I imagined my mother and father, teens and with lives sprawled before them, as the dignified people they are today, relegated to “the balcony”. Anger first, then amazement. In their lifetimes they’ve had front row seats watching the winds of change blow through this country. They’ve marveled the inventions of technology that no longer stays leashed to a wall by...