Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

Dryer, Broken and in the Basement

9:06 p.m. We’re on our way back from the grocery store. As we drive down the rainy road, I notice a mother in a window illuminated by florescent light. She loads her dryer. Her hair is tousled. She our neighbor down the way. Don’t really know them too well.

A partly dried lump of laundry waits in my dryer. When I arrive at home, I will run downstairs and turn the dryer back on. I will haul the groceries in on multiple trips through the never-ending mist and rain.

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Navigating Music

Navigating Music

Jared and I exchanged text messages - I encouraged Jared to enjoy the show and not worry about us (as best as a flip-phoner can text). I knew he'd be respectfully half-distracted as he wondered how we were doing. Navigating "taking turns" and remaining fair in family life is a big thing for us. I wanted to let him know I was happy, and especially happy if he was happy.

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Anti-Book Review

Get over it, because you're an adult here, kiddo. Get over it because if you don't you'll give yourself wrinkles, young lady getting older. Get over it because you may die of a stress-related disease and leave your family behind. We'll all be wringing our hands, even me in my coffin! If only you got over it! You wouldn't be dead! You'd have had perfect posture! You wouldn't have worried your bones to death!

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