It’s a special skill, being able to work with beginners. To recall how it was when you didn’t know anything and everything was a question. Sometimes people who are really good at things are terrible at teaching those things. So when I signed up the learn to code, I looked for . . .
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He flirted a bit with the women customers. He was young, handsome, and had a great smile. He knew what the women liked, especially the older ones. He let them haggle a bit over the rings and bracelets on his blanket-covered table. When he knew they were ready to be nudged. He said, “Just for you, I could take a bit less.” His smile indicated sexual promise. And they always bought. His profit margin was tremendous.
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When she felt good she liked to say she was walking on sunshine. When she felt down she would hum ‘ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.’ She lived in a state with over 300 days a year of sunshine and she couldn’t image living in a place that was cloudy and rainy most of the time. The truth was, she truly ran on sunshine. Which was why . . .
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So many goodbyes. That’s really what getting old is about – saying goodbye. Goodbye to parties on Saturday nights in favor of an evening in your jammies by the fire. Goodbye to friends, family, pets. Everything passes before you. Goodbye to sex, drugs and rock and roll – instead savoring a good cup of tea as the treat of the day. Goodbye to work and busy schedules of someone else’s choosing.
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“Hello.” The man next to me on the subway spoke and made eye contact. He scared the crap out of me. I muttered, “Good morning,” and turned my back on him. He didn’t speak again and I forgot about him. But the next day he was there again, looking at me. This time he just nodded a greeting. And he smiled. Nobody smiled on the subway. What was up with him?
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As soon as she says, “Hello,” she says, “Where are you?” I guess in the old days, when you got a phone call from someone, you knew they were at home. So you could ask them, “How are you?” Granny gets nervous about phone calls now. You never know where people are. My dad called her from a hot air balloon once. Really freaked her out. She always thinks I’m out with hooligans driving too fast when I call her.
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Have you read Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed? I read it some time ago. At first I saw some parallels between societies that fail and the US. As time has gone by the the country’s political climate and income disparity grow, I see more and more. I hope our country can avoid the collapse described in this book. I hope.
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“He stitched me up with fishing line,” was the line. I looked at the writer and asked, “Where would someone get a needle with an eye large enough for fishing line in the middle of nowhere?”
The writer shrugged, “Willing suspension of disbelief? We have to think of a way for him to save you somehow.”
“I’m supposed to be willing to believe that someone has a needle in their fishing tackle?” I asked. The directed cleared her throat and said, ” . . . ”
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I’m not exactly on a hunger strike. I’m on a clear liquid diet for about 48 hours. It really makes me wonder how people who are on a hunger strike survive. Almost immediately I started feeling cold. Within a few hours I was weak and listless, unable to think clearly. I’m not hungry, so I get how strikers can deal with that, but how do you keep going? That’s why I . . .
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Carol sat down at the computer with a cup of warm broth. She opened her email and began to read. She heard a noise and looked around. There was a bear cub looking at her. It must have come in through the dog door. Carol wondered where her dog was. Roaring and scratching came from the kitchen and Carol jumped up. She tried to shoo the cub toward . . .
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