Monthly Archives: April 2015

PRETENDING

The walker a petite woman with a hat greeted me enthusiastically as if I were a long, lost friend.   But I noted that she didn’t use my name.   I greeted her with equal zeal but didn’t use her … Continue reading

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Road Rage

I was walking south through the golf course — early in the morning.   I did not hear the golf cart coming along behind me until it nearly grazed me.   I moved aside and as it passed me by … Continue reading

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THE SLUG

There was a slug who lived beneath a log.   There was a woman, a teacher who was quite enamored with the creatures we call slugs.   She taught nature to a group of three year olds.   One day … Continue reading

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VESTMENTS

I do not comprehend vestments any more than investments. I wish someone could tell me why when they are involved in proclaiming the essence of the carpenter’s son they need to get dressed up in fancy paraphernalia from head to … Continue reading

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THE WOODEN BRIDGE

A wooden bridge not far from here has railings on each side — much higher than a normal man can reach. Supporting it are slender posts with spaces in between that play with shadows when the rising sun connects and … Continue reading

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PUMPKIN PIE

At 1 pm on a March day a thought visited me that I took seriously: “I want to make a pumpkin pie this afternoon.” Of course, I never made one — no, not one in all my many years!   After a … Continue reading

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THE STRAWBERRY

The strawberry on top of a square of shredded wheat and ready to eat is  held by my cereal spoon which has just scooped up a mouthful.   It was recently picked by a nearby he or she who likely … Continue reading

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WHY?

When tragedies occur that do not make a difference in my life — or do not seem to — tragedies the written word conveys or television brings my eyes to scan, I may wince, or even feel a  momentary sense … Continue reading

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LIKE SNOW ON THE FLOOR

After I make a few suggestions about the haircut I’m about to have I tell the hairdresser: “I’m going completely deaf. You can swear at me if you wish.”   Then I put my ear electronics on a shelf so … Continue reading

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BEING A HORSE

If you stretch out your legs while lying upon a sofa and your feet find rest on a nearby foot stool and in that position you  find great comfort it is possible that a forty-five pound grand daughter will mount … Continue reading

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