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If I fall asleep at work and crash my head onto my desk….can I still get worker’s comp??


My local Kro*ger store has a display box at their registers. Containing an item to purchase for a dollar that will be donated to the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation.

Okay, I’m compassionate. I’m willing to support a worthy cause.

But the item they are selling?

A candy bar.

Um, What? Is it just me, or is that like a sick joke. Okay, maybe it IS just me…

You are welcome to go back to your normal lives now.

Rip open the illusion, take a look inside.

Peer down deep where dreams and heartbreak reside,

unlikely lovers, hand in hand.

Each looks to the other, at what they can’t understand.

But, dreams without heartbreak, are cheap and lack grace.

And heartbreak can’t recover without dreams in its place.

The illusion is this:

To understand is to replace your ways for mine.

Better we accept the presence of that other we find.

Do you want to know something I miss? Humor me, say “Yes”!

The sound of typewriter keys. Not the daisy wheel kind of typewriter, but the older kind. Where each letter was on it’s own little leg.

Do you know why?   “Tell us!”, they shouted.    🙂

Because even if i was typing nonsense, I felt productive.

And the sound of the keys clacking against the paper almost seemed to match the mood of what I was writing.

Something fun or silly? It sounded more like singing.

Something to give words to my anger or disappointment? Sounded loud and aggressive and like the voice of Someone In Charge.

But now? Tip, tap, click?

 That’s just not as much fun.

I tried to type an “angry” email the other day, but I just couldn’t keep up the steam I started with. Stupid padded keyboard.

Like slamming car doors too. Big heavy steel doors give a very satisfying THUNK. But today’s little fiberglass, plastic-and-spit doors? Not so much.

I’m not actually a violent person or anything. I just miss the soundtrack I grew up with sometimes.

Signing off now…. *plip*

with every breath, i breathe in more than i can hold.

with every hour that passes me, another story left untold.

with every heart beat, a decision, a choice for me to make.

will i receive what i’ve been given? call it gift?…or mistake?

do i keep and hold and treasure, do i honor and uphold?

or do i pass the opportunity to another to behold?

is this beauty or desperation? is this yours…or is it mine?

is this a passing moment, or something more sublime?

July used to be my favorite month.

Then, it wasn’t.

But now… Helloooo Baaaby, welcome back!  🙂

BTW only those born in July truley deserve ice cream cake, the rest of you are just out.of.luck.

Think I’m kidding? July is National Ice Cream Month! I think I will have to have ice cream every day this month. But not the same kind. Something different every day…hmmm anyone care to join me?

What I’m reading:

an ancient love letter

What I’m listening to:

my heart

What I’m thinking about:

changing my perspective.