Gift Cards

Yes we have gift cards. But we're out right now. But we have them in any amount you want.

At what point are relationships distant enough that gift cards suffice to fulfill the gift giving mandate?

Perhaps the cashier was as new to her duties as the establishment she worked it. The irony of her statements seemed lost on her as she fell all over herself in the attempt to accommodate a customer's request.

The state of our strained relations became academic. Yes we had a bonafide relationship. But at the moment it was bankrupt. But it was still intact, brimming with unlimited potential.

Frozen Branch

Somehow I'd never thought of myself as a frozen branch before. A little surprising given the level of introspection that comprised my day in, day out existence.

Yet there I was introspecting and rehashing insights once again. All initiated by looking out my office window at a refugee robin perched upon what I came to think of as my very soul.

The people I knew were all accidental tourists seeking no more than minimal support. A respite from their own weighty worlds. Perhaps a perch to gain new perspective in their search for sustenance and meaning.

I'm sorry Natalie, our time is up for this week. Yes, it certainly did fly by. Let's continue this next week, shall we?

As Natalie made her way out the door, I looked out the window once again. The robin was gone. The now empty frozen branched trembled slightly in the receding light of a late afternoon winter day.

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Road Kill

That's the second raccoon this morning. Funny how there never seems to be as much blood as you'd think there'd be.

But then the air horn brings him back. He swerves hard. His car responds by first drifting on a patch of ice. As wheels catch on dry pavement, it begins tumbling over and over.

I Remember

It happened on the day before yesterday... or was it Tuesday? It's so hard to remember when time stands still and the weather never changes.

I do remember living up to my potential though or was that also a dream cloaked in defensiveness and deception?

I remember a time when I was only considered moody.