Mrs_Sweetpeach (mrs_sweetpeach) wrote,

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Exercising my demons -or- How's that for Irony?

I was on my way home from work with a bag of newspapers leaning against the front passenger seat when the traffic signal turned red. I brought the car to a gradual stop, just like my dad taught me. I could almost hear him telling me to drive as though I had a carton of eggs in the back seat.

When I reached the house, I wandered around the yard taking photographs. Later, I downloaded them to my computer and started writing captions. I can't recall the names of all of my plants and, in an effort to refresh my memory, I revisited my old photo galleries. As I read through the index, I discovered that my dad's funeral was a year ago today.
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