Yes, you could do it like that, but here’s the thing, only one person fits in the time capsule. You have to choose whether you will send yourself or your son. You both can’t go.
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For someone who grew up with cursing in the house, I’m able to toss off a long string of curses when the mood strikes. But I’ve always worked in places where no cursing was allowed. You have to police your mouth all day long in situations like that. It’s a relief to get in your car to go home in the evening and mutter, “Shit, shit, shit,” to make yourself feel better.
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June smiled. “You’d like her,” she said. “She’s a dog person.”
I didn’t like June’s assumptions. One, I am not a dog person. Two, I am not attracted to dog persons. Three, dogs annoy me.
I thought about how to respond to this recommendation and finally said, “Oh, I’m a cat person myself.” It was a lie, but a lie that deflected any discussion of dogs.
But oh, no, she also knew some cat people she was sure I’d love.
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Four-year old Betsy was in her bedroom. Seven-year old Billy was in his room. This is what I heard them saying.
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He thought he was the wolf of campus, the guy who was irresistible to women. But he was nothing but a user – an abuser. Late one night in the basement of the dorm, 8 of the women he’d chased after sat down to make a plan. What they came up with was pure genius. It would begin with . . .
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It’s magical when the balloons fly. They keep you looking up, inspecting the sky, craning your neck. Sometimes so close you could almost touch them. Sometimes drifting above you slowly, low enough to wave at the people in the gondola. Sometimes far off in the sky, framed by the craggy mountains, drifting over the river, heading for the horizon.
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He waited an the narrow exit point of the canyon. Anyone who was heading north ran into him as they came though the pass. On his horse with a lever action rifle propped on his hip, he was intimidating. He insisted on a fee, a tip, to allow anyone to pass. If you could prove to him that you had nothing to give, he would let you go by anyway. Sometimes he would give the broke travelers a few bucks from his own pocket.
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Well, life wasn’t working for her. It was time to try something new. But what? She didn’t know what or how to change. Then she realized that every possibility was open. Every choice was available. She sat down to make a list of things she loved, things she’d always wanted to do, things she’d always wanted to learn. Surely she’d find a direction in such a list.
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Tom arrived precisely at 9 AM as agreed. Two-year-old Flora rushed in ahead of him. When she didn’t find her mom in the kitchen, she ran up the stairs. Tom heard her calling, “Papa! Papa!” He went up the stairs with trepidation. They were littered with discarded clothing from two women. Marielle didn’t come home alone last night.
Tom paused outside Marielle’s bedroom. “Sorry,” he called, “she got away from me.” Again Flora called, “Papa, look.”
Marielle said, “Come on in, we’re covered, sort of.”
Tom edged around the door. Flora sat on the bed with her hands on the cheeks of a smiling woman he’d never seen before. “Look,” Flora said. “Like me.”
The woman was dark skinned – probably of Indian descent. She was approximately the same skin color as Flora. The fair-skinned Tom and Marielle looked at each other. Tom and Marielle didn’t realize that Flora was even aware of skin color yet.
Marielle sat up and tugged the duvet closer to her chin. She gestured to the woman beside her. “This is Shamira.” Shamira wiggled her eyebrows in his direction. Mirelle looked at her daughter who seemed enchanted by Shamira. “Looks like it’s time for a talk.”
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I’ve been taking the most care of how I place my feet, how I walk. I have every risk factor you can name for falling, and walking grows harder and harder. Breaking a hip in a fall isn’t how I want to spend my dotage. But a cane might be welcome in my dotage.
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