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| I passed this bush on the way to my walk on Friday. The colour is stunning, so I got closer and took another shot.  |
My elementary school report cards are full
of comments about my sensitivity. My extreme response to stimuli was a problem
for the teacher and the class. And, I imagine, for my parents. I would never
get out of the car on the ferries because the whistle was too loud. I now see
my reaction to the building construction around me as a mistake, an
over-reaction.
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After my last trip (to South Africa, Namibia, Botswana), I
renounced travel. And after my last play, I renounced writing except for
re-writes to Uncle Gus’ Monkey if it
goes into production. And watching TV or reading makes me fall asleep, so I
have been pondering how I am going to get through winter.
The challenge has been to find a project
that does not involve writing. I have
this feeling I am going to decorate chairs.
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I made a list of unfulfilled promises. As I walked the wall on Friday I recalled the names of several people with whom I have joyously shared a desire to get together for a meal, a walk or a ride but with whom, I have never followed up. Last week, every day, I was with one such person and I will do the same next week. That means, the week after next I will want for nothing, owe nothing and I will have nothing undone.
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