Leaning
September fifth. The prints have been against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall. Not on the windowsill. Not on the shelf above the stove, which is already doing a…
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Still Against the Wall
September fifth. The prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall, against it. There is a difference, though I have been slow to name it. I m…
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The Egg, the Alarm, and the Step Stool
September fourth. One egg. One pan. One smoke alarm that has apparently been waiting years for exactly this moment. It was not a complicated breakfast. I have made eggs hundreds o…
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The Cat Had Somewhere to Be (He Just Chose Here)
September fourth. We were in the middle of the standard post-climb wind-down, the part where you stand in the hallway and let your hands stop being hands again, when Simone said,…
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Where the Prints Are
September third. The two prints have been leaning against the kitchen wall for three weeks. Not on the wall. Not on the shelf. Not placed anywhere. Just leaning, at floor level, b…
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The Number Was Right There
September third. I looked at the budget sheet. I have a budget sheet now, actual handwritten columns, two sides, the system I worked out back in 2011 and have updated exactly twic…
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The Finale Got Me
September second. I had one plan for tonight: watch the last two episodes of a show I have been taking very seriously and very slowly, because the first season earned it and I did…
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The Fourth Link
September second. It started with a single sentence in the book I've been reading, a throwaway clause about how Venetian endpapers were made, and by eleven-thirty I had four brows…
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The Part After the Shift
September first. The shift report was three pages, which felt like a lot for a Tuesday, and the coffee from the break room was that particular brand of bad that you stop remarking…
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Simone Crossed First
August thirty-first. Simone crossed first. I was half a stride behind her, which I will let stand as the accurate record of what happened this morning. Twelve weeks ago we signed…
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