It's not a coffee mug...
Perusing the thrift shops when I come across a coffee mug and I have a flash of inspiration...
It's not just a coffee mug, why, it's not a coffee mug at all!
It's an engagement ring!!! That also holds coffee....
Function and beauty...much better than the old engagement rings that merely advertised vulgar bad taste, why, add a few rhinestones and a Starbucks card and you've got a wedding that I could afford...
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No Place Like Home
Except, of course, that I've forgotten where that is.
Back to Calgary, a short visit, the daughter, bureaucracy, see a couple of friends. The Nephew, he's too busy to catch up, we catch up briefly on the phone, he's working 16 hours a day driving truck, he's talking about how much he misses the restaurant, he must be the only person on earth, yeah, the restaurant, it was the best job he ever had, will ever have, he had a few that were as good, better, in the restaurant business after the restaurant closed, would brag about how he did nothing all day but text on his phone, sadly they didn't last, go figure, now, 16 hours a day, hating his job, never a moment to check his phone...
I see other friends but I'm preoccupied, too much on my mind, money-money-money as always, but there are other things as well, people make time to see you but your company disappoints, I'm a long way from being my best self.
And I go to the locker, want to rescue a handful of interesting things, small things, but I can't ever get a 1/4 of the way back, that's how full it is, have to give up, I'm at risk for a crushing death beneath staggering towers of boxes whose contents I've long forgotten...
Finally, leaving Calgary, coming back to the Koots, to where? From where? I've lost all feelings of home, these are all just places...
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Deposit Slip Swatting
I remembered this the other day, a conversation about banks and deposit slips, and I remembered how when I was young a friend of mine and I would pop over to the local bank and while making our own withdrawals or deposits would fill in the back of the deposit slips with notes like "This is a stickup. This is not a joke. Put the money into a bag..." or some such, return the deposit slips to the unused pile, and laugh and joke and imagine what would happen if somehow one suddenly slipped past, a customer didn't check the back of a slip...
...and one day it did happen, our bank, surrounded, they determined it to be a "hoax" but we got wise, stopped doing it, it was a lot less funny when there was a chance someone might get hurt...
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Surfer: Teen Confronts Fear
Apparently the next big thing, a movie apparently even better - or worse - than "The Room". I didn't know there was a competition, this is not the kind of stuff you can "plan", it just happens, I'll have to go with my son...
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