The small metal case looked impenetrable. No seams, no screws, no way to get inside. What can you do with a failed hard drive?
She placed it on the sidewalk and knelt beside it with a hammer. Smashing into the device with a hammer gave her surprising joy. She held the hammer with both hands and bashed at the box with more vigor. Ahh, the case cracked. Inside was glistening metal waiting to be attacked. She attacked.
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I live in a very dry place. But I have family who live in the tornado/flood zone of Texas. I worry about the weather because they are in it. I worry about extreme weather because it’s just going to get worse as the planet warms and no one takes responsibility for stopping it from happening. Oil money does many things; the worst one is make people blind to the truth.
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The disk is full and must be reformatted. That’s what my brain is telling me each night as it scatters and misfires and returns to the same strange waking dreams. My brain needs a break. I know what is required. Air, trees, water, lots of walking, maybe a lunch in a backpack and a camera round my neck. Yes, a break.
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Early childhood memories are so rare. I remember a few things. One is the frustration my mother felt trying to run a brush through my curly hair while I screeched loudly in protest. Funny how I remember, not my pain, but her emotion.
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Friendly messages scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk included “hi” in cursive. Amazed at seeing cursive from what I would presume is a child’s sidewalk art, I stopped and took a photo. You never know what kids are capable of learning without the help of public education, do you?
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He believed in the dinner hour. He wanted his dinner ready when he got home from work, and he wanted every person in the family there, at the table, and ready to join in evening prayers and eat together. He liked to use the time to share his thoughts for the day with the children. His boss might disregard his ideas at work, but at home, he was the king.
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My grandma is a biker. I love saying that to people. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, so I’m exaggerating a bit when I say it. She actually putts around on a Vespa. It’s painted blue and she coordinated her helmet and jacket so she looks stylish as she sails down the street. I’ve seen her pull into places like the library on her scooter, and watched the reaction of anyone who sees her pull off her helmet to reveal a head of grey hair.
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I get attached to trees. Especially trees I plant myself, although any tree might do. Sometimes when I go to places I lived before, I drive by my old house. Not because I care about the house, – I want to see my trees. A tree is a beautiful gift to the earth and the people around it. Not a bad legacy.
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Before the dawn,
Before the sun,
When the air is blue
And the night fades,
Before the alarm,
Before the coffee,
When the house is quiet
And only the birds converse,
That is when
I feel most whole,
Most truly me
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She struggled with the flash. Honestly, these technological things were so hard. So frustrating. Why wasn’t there a fella in her life to take care of these hard things for her? She wanted to throw the whole contraption out the window, but she’d promised Sally she’d photograph her in the suit she’d sewn for homemaking class. She gripped the glass bulb more firmly and tried again.
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