Flushing Frustration

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Since December is never busy enough, I attempted to remodel a dingy basement bathroom in the short weeks before my parents arrived for a Christmas visit.  The Guest Suite is an equally dingy bedroom down there that hasn’t been touched since their last visit several years ago;  I thought to atone for that with a […]

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Lost Love’s Labors

“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.” Twelfth Night, Act 1, scene 1, 1-3 In truth, forsooth, Duke Orsino’s strategy here isn’t worth a damn — the notion that we can cure ourselves of love-sickness by over-indulging in it. […]

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Stubborn Born

My best beloved parents spent this past Christmas with us.  I realize that revelations about my relatives reveal more about me than about them, but while searching for a Beethoven picture today I noticed that every image invariably shows the composer scowling deeply.  It is the same scowl my dear deaf father sports when hearing-frustrated. […]

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Spread the Love

So, once more, It’s SPREAD THE LOVE season at the high school where I work.  Student Council is on a Valentinesque drive to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy and loved.   SPREAD THE LOVE? It sounds like a communicable disease prevention program.  I tell student council every year that their tagline is a cautionary STD […]

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Dog Turds and Tampons

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That was how my Monday started.  I was late getting to work and had the north entry to myself.  It was bitterly cold and still semi-dark. There by the sidewalk, huge and frozen, sat a proudly upright pile of dog turd.  A step or two closer to the building lay a tampon — unused but […]

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