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Sunday Stories: June 2006
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Saturday, June 24, 2006. A system for socks. He woke up, wondering where his sock was. I’m looking for 14B. Have you seen 14B? No one answered. They may have still slept. Again, Roger asked, though more quietly now, Has no one seen 14B? 14B was a sock. Specifically (as indicated by the ‘B’) it was a right sock. Left socks were categorized as ‘A.’ (Roger did everything left to right.). Calling for 14B implied he had 14A he was missing the matching sock. His right foot was naked. The voice came from Stacey...
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Sunday Stories: May 2006
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Sunday, May 21, 2006. I was not offended that JJ. Didn’t use my starter sentence. I said this aloud although there was no one in the room but the cat to hear my declaration. Well, that was not entirely true. A character was there, ill-defined though he or she was, but with a need to respond. So what was chosen? 3 2 1 I said. What the hell kind of starter sentence is that? 3 2 1 he muttered, his gender established. That’s not a sentence. It’s not even the beginning of one. In my. I had never liked James D...
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Sunday Stories: October 2005
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Sunday, October 30, 2005. It was just a bad feeling. I couldn’t coordinate my limbs. Stepping forward, I would weave right. Reaching out to the fence for balance, I clutched air and staggered in quick-step fashion till I came to an abrupt stop, arms outstretched, weaving like an unstable antenna. I tried to speak but my words slid, one into another, in an unintended stream of verbal sound. I was not as articulate as I had hoped. Someone else said:. Maybe you should sit down. We’ll have to hose him down.
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Sunday Stories: January 2006
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Sunday, January 29, 2006. After we went to bed. There was something a little bit quiet about Mary-Ellen and something a tad unusual about her face a look not commonly there. For a woman normally vibrant and carefree and brightly loquacious, she was strangely somber, perhaps even anxious. She simply sat at the table and stared at her coffee. She turned her eyes to me slowly and gave me the suggestion of a shrug. You’re not usually this quiet, I went on. Something must be up. Nothing, she murmured. At leas...
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Sunday Stories: November 2006
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Sunday, November 12, 2006. I haven't posted anything new for a very long time - life has been quite busy. In fact this post isn't really a post. It's just a way to get Blogger to show my updated profile, which should indicate that I've moved to the other end of the country. I no longer live in Alberta. My new digs are Fredericton, New Brunswick. And I'm loving it. Posted by Bill at 7:27 PM. Links to this post. Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. View my complete profile. The Burble - movie blog.
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The Delta House: January 2006
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FAT DRUNK AND STUPID IS NO WAY TO GO THROUGH LIFE, SON! Monday, January 30, 2006. Are full). The one on the left shows what we are yet to unpack. Also not pictured are the crib, changing table and car seat. I am confident that many rainforests were destroyed in the wrapping of the all these gifts, and we now have enough baby shower gift bags to last us for the next hundred years. Man, it sure is nice to get back to work where I can get a little rest! Posted by flounder @ 10:14 AM. Monday, January 23, 2006.
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Sunday Stories: April 2006
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Saturday, April 29, 2006. It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny’s missing eye. I was hoping for the pill or candy. If it was the eye Well, Mitzi the cat had it and was swatting it around the room as if it were a pinball and her paws were flippers. She scrambled after it through the living room and out and down the hall. What the hell’s that sound? Donny moaned. I can’t see damn anything. You’ve still got your other eye, I said. I’m distracted. You try having a hole in your face. It co...
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The Delta House: November 2006
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FAT DRUNK AND STUPID IS NO WAY TO GO THROUGH LIFE, SON! Wednesday, November 29, 2006. Maybe Axl Rose Was Right. All we need is just a little patience. I’ve been thinking lately about time and my inability to manage it properly. Sure, there are some medical issues. That are holding me back a little, but I just can’t seem to get done what needs to be done on time. Am I lazy, or just unrealistic when it comes to timelines? Perhaps a little of both. When it absolutely, positively has to be there on time.