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No rhymes, no reason, and no clever observations to this post. Just a few random photos of things I’ve written about in the fast couple of months. Why now? Because I finally loaded the pictures off of my camera last night, that’s why.

A teapot, Santa's air fleet, fishing for cats, red staplers, how to discourage free loaders, and tasty treats )
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Six years ago when I worked for the web-based company, I used to go lean up against the wall between Astro Joe’s desk and Señior Matt’s* desk whenever I had something I wanted to announce to them. The first time I did this was shortly after we moved into the new office, when I assumed the leaning position with my arms stiff by my side while I stared up at the ceiling, and blurted out that there was something I needed to tell them. The blood drained from their faces: they both thought I was about to quit.

“I’m knocked up,” I said instead, “You’re going to need to get a temp in here in a few months.”

They let out the breaths they had been holding.

“Congratulations!” Astro Joe said, and Matt concurred. I looked at both of their faces to see if they were being sarcastic or not, and forced a smile when I saw they were sweetly sincere. I was nauseous, feeling fat, and uncertain about whether I was really cut out to be a parent. Every time someone congratulated me, it sounded like a sarcastic thing to say. No one ever meant it sarcastically, though.

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My 5 year old son, Sweet Pea, wants to go back to my friend Sandy’s farm, he told me. He liked fishing for cats there, and he wants to do it again.

You may be wondering how a person fishes for cats. My son could explain it to you, if you asked him, just like he had to explain it to his father.

Fishing on Dry Land )
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Maybe I ran with the wrong circle, because I missed some of the rumors about Felicia’s death. Kelley mentioned one the other weekend that I’d never heard before.

“I heard she killed herself because they wouldn’t let her on the drill team because she was black,” Kelley said. Kelley is a warehouse of rumors. I can’t remember if she was like this back in high school or not, but she certainly has the skinny on what people are saying about everything now.

Possible explanations for the unexplainable )
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I went to see my friend Astro Joe perform with his friend Benny Rod at a area wine bar the week I after I got laid off. Joe and Benny met up when I used to frequent the open mike at my favorite but now defunct coffee house, and now they collaborate together as a musical act they call Rod Garcia, because while they can both sing and play various instruments, they aren't real creative when it comes to names.

Say Howdy! )
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Today over my morning coffee, I was thinking about my friend Joy, and the conversation I had with her the day after I lost my job. As soon as I got the ax, I sent out an email to all of my personal contacts telling them not to email at the office anymore and why. But that was not my last day in the office. My friends Joe paid me $50 to come in the next day and teach him everything I knew, since he would be taking over my duties. Never being one to turn down an opportunity to freelance, I took him up on it.

The first thing I noticed when I sat down at my old desk was that I had a voicemail. It was from Joy. I thought it was cute that she would leave me a message on my office phone the day after I told her I no longer worked there. I didn't call her back right away, though. I was working on Joe's dime, so I gave my attention to him and his questions and resolved to call Joy that afternoon.

Joy brings a message of sadness )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my friend Joy and remembering the time I spoke with her ex on the phone. I would bet he still remembers talking to me, even though he never learned my name. This is fine, since he gave me a new name during the conversation.

I met Aaron only once, when he visited Joy at the Toll Road Authority with their newborn daughter shortly after she got back from maternity leave. I disliked him the moment I saw him. I though that he had the cold, distant eyes of a sociopath. Joy let me hold the baby for a moment that day and introduced us, but Aaron barely glanced at me. If he'd known what would happen the next time we talked, he would have made note of my full name and no doubt an additional future restraining order would have been filed against him.

Smile when you call me that… )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the mother of a little boy in my son's class at his daycare. She is going through something awful, and there's nothing anyone can do for her until she finds the strength to stand up for herself.

I don't even know this woman's name, but her son is called William. He is about 12 months old. His first few weeks in daycare, he whimpered a lot and always seemed very sensitive. Because he always looked so concerned, I always think of him as Sweet William, like the flower. He was used to being with his mother all day, everyday, and neither of them were dealing with the separation very well. Not that they were all that separated; his mother works at the daycare center as a substitute teacher who moves from one room to another each day.

Sweet William and Job's Tears )

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