It was for science
24 Jun
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The picker paradox
As the pickers rifle through dusty junk in dilapidated barns with corrugated metal roofs, I see an entire way of life that has all but evaporated.
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Open letter to my nosy neighbor(s)
Hi Neighbor, Just a friendly request to PLEASE PUT THOSE LEAVES BACK ON THE TREES WHERE THEY BELONG, AND STOP LEAVING THEM ON THE CURB.
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The handoff
As I watched my mom look over the orchestra of plants she had been nursing for years and years, choosing which ones to pass on to me, I realized that she is passing a torch to me.
I’m going to try it, but at our house Raincat would have tried to kill the others while searching for the source.
I love the moment when they’re like “what the? oh it’s her on the computer again, never mind.”
Sally does the best “momma stop making MORE noises come out of his BUTT my GAWD” face EVAR.
Actually, that’s pretty much her default face, isn’t it?
Still giggling.
And thanking you, of course.