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Uh oh.  Friday the 13th!  Nah, my luck can’t get any worse than it’s been.

Another beautiful day in the neighborhood.  I have some new blueberry creamer in my coffee.  Here in the Pacific Northwest,  coffee is as important as water.  We are in the land of Starbucks and Java Joe.   There are even coffee shops in the high schools!  Get’em when they’re young.   After five years here, I still haven’t memorized the lingo.  Grande half-caf mocha frappa-cappa what?   Dan is worse than I am.  “Order me that thing I had last time?”  “I wasn’t with you last time!” “You know what I want.”  “He’ll have a ‘caffa-laffa oompa-loompa’.”  No, that wasn’t it.

Now Kelli, she is bilingual. She can speak “coffee” like a native.  When the rest of the country’s teens were hanging out at the Pizza Palace, she was at Starbucks with her gang of caffinated  characters.  Thin and wired and oh, so sophisticated.  “What do you do there ’till midnight?”  “Oh, mom!  How much trouble can one get into at a coffeehouse?”

I don’t know.  But there must be something.  One of these days, some government sponsored study is going to link the early digestion of caffeine to something.  Who knows, maybe world peace.

Maybe tomorrow.

Tomorrow is another dimension.  We are always striving to get there and never arrive.  By the time you near it, it’s today already.  So you set your sites on the next tomorrow and plod on.  “Tomorrow” is a powerful word.   Tomorrow implies survival of today.  “I’ll see you Tomorrow” means that you plan to continue, see?  If you stop looking towards tomorrow, you stop living today.

“Live each day like there is no tomorrow.”

NO!

“Live each day like tomorrow will be better!”

Everyone needs something to look forward to that is greater than the view you look back on.  Tomorrow is the key.  Look to Tomorrow.  Plan for tomorrow.  Live today getting ready for tomorrow.

People take tomorrow for granted.  Until their today gets complicated by something like a Monster Fight.

There is this little game I found online called Rush Hour.  You have to move the cars around this garage trying to get the pink car out the exit.  Some cars are parked vertically and some are horizontal.  Each car can only move straight back and forth along the line they are in -not side to side.  That’s the puzzle.  No three-point-turn-around here. No crane arm available to move them out of the way.  I have made it through nine levels.  Stuck here on level 10 Expert.  Story of my life here in this little java script.  I am the pink car.  Why don’t the blocking punks get out of my way.  I am experiencing a bit of “road rage” here!  I refuse to give up so I keep tying up this guys bandwidth with my open page. Sorry buddy, but I’m on a mission.  There has to be a way out of this.

There has to be a way out of this.

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It’s a bit after 8p and Dan and I are out on the dock looking for the perfect photo shot of our perfect park.  The water is glass except for the rings caused by the fishermen’s casts.  The reflection in the water is nearly an exact copy of the world above with but the barest shimmer obscuring the fine lines.  That’s where my life is now. In the reflection.  Just a bit shaky. Just a bit surreal.  Just a bit out of focus.

There is a seal swimming out there in the middle of the river.  Sometimes his head is just above the water and he is treading along with the current. Then he disappears.  Is he drowning? No of course not.  He’s just doing what it takes to survive

I am trying to do the same thing.

Maybe tomorrow I will ask the seal how he does it.