NOT KEEPING SCORE

I miss my brother.
…I thought I had more to write than that… But I guess I don’t.

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Tally so far: $25
Complaint #4: My shoulder hurts. A lot. STILL.
Complaint #5: I feel like a pre-pubescent teenager with acne.
Realization: Complaining is not a painkiller, nor beautifier. That energy, however, can be put into action (or non-action, as the case may be).
I have chronic shoulder pain, the result of years as a competitive gymnast, hyper-mobile […]

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Tally so far: $15
Complaint #2: That my new gym didn’t show me around when I first signed up, and I therefore didn’t even know where the locker room was.
Realization: Complaining doesn’t help me find it. Ask and let it go.
Complaint #3: General bitching about love and boys.
Realization: That was the best $5 I ever spent.

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Tally so far: $5
Complaint: That the Crane Canyon Regional Park parking toll was “too expensive for such a small park.”
Realization: It’s $4. Get over it and hike.
Also, my mother has joined the cause.

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After a recent conversation with some friends about the general running of the mind over that which doesn’t need to be run (?), and specifically the physical self in all of it’s glorious imperfections, challenges, and frustrations, I am realizing joyfully that this needless, indulgent cycle has no end — until, of course, we end […]

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See — life isn’t all doom and gloom: my cat Patches, at 16 years old, finally learned to use the litterbox! We celebrated this morning with an extra serving of Giblets & Gravy (for her) and freshly-brewed homemade Dong Quai tea (for me). Then I sat down to write.
It is precisely at this moment — […]

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A letter came in the mail. It indicated I had a package waiting for me at the post office. From the Trident Society. I knew what it was.
Carrying the box from the post office to the car, I noted how unbelievably heavy it was (my brother was a big guy). Do you know how much […]

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I have stories to tell from New Year’s, and Mendocino, and the general endings of 2007 and going-forth-ness of 2008 — but first I need to take a moment to reflect, once again, upon death and loss.
Since my brother died, every day is strange and different, difficult and sometimes joyful in the most unexpected ways. […]

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Hey ya’ll.

New Year’s we had a gen-u-ine hoe-down in a friend’s barn: fire-pit, chili-dip, moonshine (yup, someone whipped up some homemade vodka), live band, keg, pig-tails and hay bales (actually, they were alfalfa, but who’s keeping score?)
Still recovering from the boot-stompin’, line-dancin’, free-wheelin’ good time; that, and the rain has me mesmerized. Stay dry, and […]

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