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Parking Encounters

Sometimes, when you’re having a tough time, you just need to go to Safeway.

You just need to go to Safeway, so that on your way in, you can bump into the woman parked next to you, who is on her way out.

She looks (and sounds) like “Yoga Jones“, the hippie sage from Orange is the New Black. She’s carrying way too much crap, and smoking a cigarette at the same time. In her armloads of crap is a full vase of roses.

Which she drops. Right behind the wheel of her car (luckily, not yours).

And she just laughs, and smiles through her cigarette, and says “Ah well, f#@% it!” She sets all her crap down, bends over, picks up the best rose from the bunch, and gives it to you.

To me.

“You look like you could use it.”

Indeed I could. And I did.


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This chapter of my life is obviously about tenacity. About not giving up. I get it now, Universe.

Case in point…

Three weeks ago, Trent and I stuck the nubbins from two green onions (we eat green onions several times a week, so we go through a lot of them) into a mason jar full of water on our kitchen windowsill. Within two days, the onions started to grow back…


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