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I shaved the beard today. But I also started growing a new one today.

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"Can we build a teeter-totter out of wood for my stuffies?"

"Of course."

"I think I need to paint it."

"Absolutely."

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Perspective.

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I've been missing a lot of days lately. I'm not sure why. I carry a camera with me everywhere and yet there are days when I don't take any pictures. Sometimes I just ignore this fact and skip the post altogether but I think I need to keep myself honest about these lapses by marking them in some way. Like this.

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She was feeling much better today as evidenced by her parking herself at the end of my desk and drawing with me. Neither of us were really quite sure what to draw at first.

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Poor little kid was sick today. She didn't stir from the couch except for a short time when we went to visit the doctor. Once I finally got some Gravol in her she stopped throwing up but it's a drug that makes you tired and she slept the rest of the day. She's taking it well, as well as she can I suppose, which is good. I hope she feels better tomorrow.

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Glasses.

I had laser surgery once, years ago. It fixed my eyes, vision wise anyway. I remember delicately putting my glasses safely on a ledge in the room that stored that big monster machine with the lasers that would momentarily sculpt my eyes into perfect light focusing devices. It takes all of 10 minutes from start to finish and, voila, focused sight without assistance. I remember getting up out of that chair and picking up my glasses and focusing on how they had become some useless lump in my hand where only moments before they were precious and necessary. It was odd.

The owner of the glasses in this picture died last week. He made the decision to die. He was in hospital hooked up to a machine, cognizant, and when asked if he wanted to stay on life support he said, "no." And that was that.

Not many of us have the luxury of making that decision. I don't know if that's a position of envy or not. These were his glasses. I'm not sure what they are now.

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Walking...

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