The List Did Not Survive the First Stall
July sixth. There was a list. I want to establish that before anything else. Not a long list, four things, written in my notes app on Saturday evening with the kind of confidence…
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The Shift Ended Eventually
June twenty-fifth. Nine hours. That is how long the shift was, and I want that number on the page before anything else because it explains everything that comes after. Simone and…
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The Keys Were Visible Through the Window the Entire Time
June fourteenth. I want to begin by saying that I could see them. The keys. Sitting in the cupholder on the driver's side, very clearly, through the window, in the exact spot I al…
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The Tahini Did Not Make It
June third. The chickpeas were already in the blender. That is the part that makes it worse. Simone had come over on a Wednesday, her yoga slot had been cancelled, my climbing ses…
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The Keyboard Was Right There The Whole Time
May twenty-third. I want to be very clear that I have been using a touchscreen keyboard since approximately 2012. I am not new to this. I have sent thousands of texts. I have writ…
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The Room Was Already Full
May twelfth. I have been trying to write this post for two weeks, and the problem is that it isn't really about the pigeon. The pigeon is a good story, it stayed the entire aftern…
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The Pigeon Had Plans
May first. The pigeon arrived before I did, which seems important to establish. I had walked over to Simone's in the afternoon, no particular reason, just that kind of first-of-Ma…
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The Room I Didn't Know Was There
April twentieth. I had been to open studio before, enough times that the sign-in sheet felt familiar, and I knew which wheel had the wobble and which shelf was for pieces still wa…
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The Forty-Minute Drive Was the Right Call
April ninth. It is a Thursday, and everything outside is the particular quiet that April 2020 has decided to be, and I spent some time this morning going through photos from exact…
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The Oven Mitt Was Fine
March twenty-ninth. Sunday. I want to be clear that I have been cooking with some regularity for long enough to have what I privately think of as a standing order, a practice, a h…
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