67%

Isn’t it kind of strange that we read books on electronic devices that tell us exactly how much of the book we’ve read? You can say to someone, “I’ve only read 67%, so don’t tell me the ending.” So precise. None of this looking at the bookmark sticking out of the pages and saying, “Oh, I’m about 2/3 of the way through.” No, none of that.

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My Favorite Pen

Sure, I buy pens. Those roller ball kind that are supposed to be smooth and easy to write with. But the free pens I pick up from various places – the ones with a business name on the side – always seem to write better. The only problem is, as soon as one of them becomes my favorite pen, it runs out of ink.

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Less

That double rainbow was nothing less than miraculous. It framed the mountains and brightened up the dark clouds behind to remind the world that beauty and joy could still be found in the smallest things, that life continues to amaze and delight. Look up.

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More

She’ll do more for you. She loves to help people. That’s why she is what she is and is in a caring profession. So be careful, don’t wear her out. Don’t take advantage of her giving nature. She’ll turn on you if you go too far.

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Bouncing Betty

He called his little vehicle Bouncing Betty because if you didn’t hold on tight or strap yourself in you would bounce right out climbing the mountain. Those big wheels could climb right over rocks and streams and tilt over halfway to the side and keep right on going. His rescue service was the most popular in the state because of Bouncing Betty – she could go anywhere and collect anybody from their own stupidity.

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Jumping Jack

We called him Jumping Jack because he spent more time going straight up in the air than he did going forward. He would leap atop the car, the shed, over fences. He could grab the leaves off the tallest tree. Nothing seemed too high for our goat, until the day of the big  . . .

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Elephant

I must figure out the idea of elephants as a symbol of my life. So many elephants have stomped across my line of vision lately. Figuratively, of course. I don’t have actual elephants in my living room. Is it something about strength, memory, empathy? I’m sure it’s a message from the universe, but what is the message?

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The Weekend

The weekend was when I fell apart. I could sleep later, have a headache, run late. I could clean and cook, do laundry, or just dim the lights and lie in bed. None of that could happen during the week because . . .

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The Morning Breeze

Fresh, cool air pours into the window with the morning breeze. The sky is not yet lit from above, the world is not yet moving. Cars still sit in front of houses, dog walkers dodge among them. Into this peaceful world comes the sound of a gunshot. Fear replaces calm in a millesecond.

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Signals

That handsome older man over there – the one who still has all his hair. Yeah, him. Do  you think he’s sending me signals? He always says good morning to me. Well, yes, he says good morning to other people, too. But, you know, he seems friendly to me. I’m thinking I should try to start a conversation with him.

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