My Dog is Chelsea

I only just found out, and I don’t know any details. All I know is that his heart stopped and it isn’t going to start back up again.
Sean liked music. Carole, the woman who so lovingly cared for him over the last 25 years, made him a tape of his favorite music box—a Paderewski number [...]

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Our kitchen sink has begun to resemble the Leaning Tower of Piza. The dish situation has become so dire that it is nearly impossible to cook—not that I really want to turn the oven on right now, as it is SO FREAKING HOT in Portland right now that our living room could put on its [...]

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My mother and my cocofraumosi* Bev arrived on Friday afternoon with an uncharacteristically laissez-faire attitude.
“We’re flexible,” said Bev. “We’ll do whatever.”
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Would you like to stop at the hotel first or should we go straight to lunch?”
“Oh, we’ll do whatever you want to do,” my mother chimed in. “We’re on vacation—we [...]

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My mother and my friend Bev arrive tomorrow. Too much to do today. Must keep this short. Unfortunately, a last minute emergency is keeping Uncle Joe back in New Jersey, but he was able to transfer his ticket for use in another trip—eventually he’ll make it out here. Anyway, it’s picture time! Hooray.
BEFORE:

She looks high. [...]

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So I think I’ve mentioned this before, but it merits another post—my local post office is the best post office ever. Do you like how I used the word ‘post’ three times in the last sentence? Yeah, me too.
I was mentioning how much I love going to our post office to Asa the other day, [...]

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