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The boys sat at the edge of the couch, pots and wooden spoons ready to bang when the balloon and TV announced "happy new year." They were young enough to not know what this was truly about, but they were excited, and I waited to pour the sparkling apple cider into the wine glasses.
That how my life feels today. Steeped in work and somehow missed the minute of Oregon Winter sunshine that I could have used for a delicious vitamin D walk.
How does one define savage? Today, for me, it's about doctors who prescribe medications without letting their patients know the side effects that will result in the long term taking of the medication. Signed, a Prednisone victim.
I used to think that oil was something to put on the body, to lubricate the skin, but never in the body, where it would build fat. Today I'm told that put lots of oil in the body, to lubricate all parts, and keep it off the skin where it tends to clog pores. I wonder what 'they' will be telling me tomorrow.
A dozen can be thirteen - baker's dozen they call it. Hemma loved buying donuts on Wednesday mornings, baker's dozen day at the local corner bakery. She ate two on the way home and froze the rest. Two a day for six; one for the day she headed back to the bakery again.
There are too many thorns in my side, all self inflicted. Not that I can't give good reason for them being there - not that I can't explain and justify for days why I deserve those thorns. But in truth, why bother? Why not just remove them?
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