Put That Thing Away

Little Tommy had a knack for picking up things around the house that he wasn’t supposed to touch. I could hear his mother through the thin walls of our apartment building saying, “Put that thing away,” frequently during the day. I grew curious about all the forbidden things inside their apartment that tempted Tommy to touch. I tried peeking in the window when they were away. I saw . . .

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On the Table

Jared dropped keys and sunglasses on the table as he raced toward the bathroom. That Chinese food from the food truck did something horrible to him. He puked up his guts, then laid on the floor moaning. Something was taped to the underside of the toilet tank. He slid closer to peer at it. A fat envelope. It looked like it held a big wad of cash.

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Strike Out

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Tara stepped off the edge and rappelled into the cave. The light on her helmet sketched a faint path through the rocks. This trip into the cave was Tara’s last chance to prove her case about what had become of Steve. If she struck out this time, the Captain made it clear she would be pulled from the search. She knew in her bones she was right. She moved slowly, running her light left and right into the nooks and folds of the rock.

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Share the Wealth

It’s so dry here everything crackles. The humidifier runs constantly. Yet just a few miles from here there’s flooding or snow several feet deep. Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a way to even that out? Perhaps if we stopped pouring carbon into the air things would even out a bit. Is anyone ready to do that?

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The Movers

We were the movers. A ragtag group of family and friends, a couple of  pickup trucks, and not enough time. I had the easy parts like wiping off the dust and bringing in the pizza. Moving yourself is hard work. Even if other people move you it’s hard work. What if every home was furnished and all you had to take from place to place was your clothes and your toothbrush. I’d live on that planet.

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A Curated Life

Years ago someone said to me, “We all have our own cross to bear.” That made so much sense to me and has always been a guiding principle in my life. The other day I saw someone tweet that people were struggling with all the things they weren’t tweeting. Same thought, but it makes me aware of how we curate our lives these days. We present only parts of ourselves on Facebook or Twitter and hide the rest. We’re so public but at the same time, we’re so private. We’re still bearing our crosses, even in a world some consider completely without privacy.

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Stars

I remember as a younger person staring at the stars for hours. I learned to find the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper, Orion, The Pleiades, Gemini and many more. To really see stars, you have to go outside the city. The mountains of New Mexico are a good star watching spot. Best night of star watching I ever had was on the way to Lincoln, NM. We pulled off the road and laid on the fenders and just looked. Ghost Ranch in NM is another good spot. The Milky Way is so close and so bright you can almost feel it.

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Put Your Little Foot

I wanted to smack his handsome face. He shouldn’t be allowed to work with older women at the gym. He called me young lady. When he showed me how to use the leg press he said, “Put your little foot right there,” like I was a three year old. He called me sweetheart and held my arm as he walked me toward the recumbent bikes. I am going to smack him!

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It Was on a Wednesday

It was on a Wednesday when I remembered that Monday had passed me by in a flurry of writing. I looked at the calendar in amazement. What else had I forgotten about? I called my mom. “You doing okay, mom?” I called my daughter at college. “Everything going okay, sweetheart?”

Everyone survived my absence just fine. I think I’ll start writing that new chapter now.

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So?

I loved that car. It was the best car I ever had.

So?

Well, so, nothing. I’m just sharing something from my past with you. Isn’t that how people get acquainted?

This is never going to work. It was nice meeting you, but I’m leaving now.

So?

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