Tag: david
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October 10, 2006 12:59 AM EDT --
for Clay Douglas
The last things she'd washed had been his: shorts, socks; the slate-colored sweatshirts he wore to bed in winter, neutral and identical as prison uniforms. She . . . more
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February 10, 2007 04:52 PM EST --
As most of my readers know, my name isn't David Rochester. My pen name honors my maternal grandfather, whom I never met . . . he died five years before I was born. Despite this, I am very . . . more
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November 14, 2006 08:17 PM EST --
Today I was in the mood to have thin-crust wood-oven pizza for lunch at my favorite restaurant; I betook myself there, and was seated at a table facing a man sitting at an adjacent table. . . . more
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November 16, 2006 12:13 PM EST --
The other day I showed a house to my very sweet client Brenna, who is one of my favorite people because she is a stay-at-home mom and can therefore see houses during the day, rather than continually dragging . . . more
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December 02, 2006 05:15 PM EST --
Earlier this week I went to the doctor. I hate going to the doctor. One of the reasons I hate it is that ever since I was a teenager, I've suffered from an apparently undiagnosable form . . . more
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December 04, 2006 01:35 AM EST --
This evening I was obliged to do a little holiday shopping, which I hate. I betook myself to a local mall, the Lloyd Center, where I always do disagreeable obligatory shopping -- I don't shop . . . more
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January 15, 2007 12:13 AM EST --
Somehow the word has gotten around, in my professional community, that I am a notary public. Sometimes other realtors' clients call me with notarization requests, because it's hard to . . . more
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January 18, 2007 01:18 AM EST --
When I came home for the summer after my freshman year at college, I did what a lot of seventeen-year-olds end up doing at some point: I had four impacted wisdom teeth extracted. They weren't . . . more
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January 21, 2007 03:39 PM EST --
About a month ago, some clients of mine, who have become friends, invited me over to see what they'd done to their house since I sold it to them. They plied me with wine and tasty cheese, . . . more
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February 14, 2007 07:33 PM EST --
Per Jackie's request, which I cannot deny since she is my cyberfiancee, here is an even more pitiable Valentine's Day anecdote. Well, at least I think it's more pitiable.
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October 11, 2006 04:34 AM EDT --
Today I finished the seemingly endless task of cleaning out my Random Stuff closet, which involved looking inside each box of Random Stuff to see if it contained anything I wanted to keep. . . . more
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October 26, 2006 12:25 PM EDT --
He bowed deeply when she entered his domain, and showed her to the marble altar where she was to stand. He gave her a gold-embroidered silk gown to wear, and a diamond crown. Each day he knelt . . . more
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October 26, 2006 10:26 PM EDT --
Today I purchased a handsome pumpkin, which I intend to eviscerate and carve for the upcoming Holiday of Fiendishness. I have not carved a pumpkin since I was twenty-six. The occasion . . . more
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November 14, 2006 07:59 PM EST --
Today I ran into two friends of mine while I was unloading a large real estate related mailing. They stopped to chat for a while. I made some offhand remark about a mutual friend of ours. . . . more
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November 17, 2006 01:11 AM EST --
Today I changed the sheets on my bed, pulling them fresh and warm out of the dryer where they were tumbled with a little mesh bag full of dried lavender, so they smell wonderful. Changing the . . . more
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November 17, 2006 11:38 AM EST --
I had a cup of coffee at my favorite bakery this morning, and was subjected to the nerve-grating spectacle of three adults unable to keep control of a two-year-old, who was running rampant all over . . . more
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November 18, 2006 01:41 AM EST --
It is a cruel thing to be full of longing for musical expression, and to be devoid of real musical talent. It wouldn't have mattered so much if I weren't so sensitive to music, if I didn't . . . more
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November 24, 2006 11:41 AM EST --
Last night when I left home to meet my parents for Thanksgiving dinner, my middle child cat, Big Dumb Darling Daria P. Olka-Dot Pants, slithered into the front hall coat closet with the silent rapidity . . . more
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November 28, 2006 05:55 PM EST --
Over the weekend, I attended the winter recital at an excellent local ballet school. The performance was of a whimsical traditional piece called La Boutique Fantasque, about a toy shop that comes . . . more
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December 19, 2006 01:10 AM EST --
Last night I made the mistake of purchasing a bottle of surly, juvenile wine to share with some friends. I was not aware of the character of this wine prior to opening it -- though . . . more
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