
Fish-nally!🐟
This evening Sam and I went fishing at the lake with one of his coworkers, and I finally caught the first fish of my life!

This evening Sam and I went fishing at the lake with one of his coworkers, and I finally caught the first fish of my life!
It turns out there's a kind of freedom available to all of us, and it's called "changing your own watch battery."
H... help, I'm starving. And there's another food attack waiting further down.

I've come to think that "their wings have hardened, so now they want to fly" shouldn't be a negative, disparaging phrase at all. It should be neutral, or even hopeful.
If one day my salmon nigiri got full of itself and turned to the tuna nigiri next to it and said, "Ha, I'm way better than you," I'd probably scoop it right off the plate and send it to stand in the corner and think about what it did.

Meanwhile, my neighbors were out sunbathing, some grilling, some even swimming. I'm pretty sure their lungs are made of steel.

Spotted a goose that had wandered into the crane crowd, its dopey little face so cute.
But another part of me felt something stir inside, as if something had been shaken loose.
Guess how long it took me to finally get a pair of glasses that actually worked?

Turns out I had dug myself a huge hole, but I am having so much fun down here.
So why is it that meeting someone at a particular moment can determine, for the rest of a lifetime, whether they become family or friend?
At the library near my house, I spotted a slim little book sitting in the non-fiction section called "How to Save Time."

Some people are store-bought pudding; some people are homemade pudding.

For a lake to freeze that deep, it takes not one cold day, but many cold days, weeks, and months.


Why am I taking this photo? Will I actually look at it? Or will it be used at my funeral?
A friend mentioned that it doesn’t look like a snowman, but more like a piece in Chinese Checkers.

If no one “likes” or “claps,” why am I still writing?

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As the name suggests, Post-Vacation Syndrome (PVS) is the collection of behaviors and feelings people often experience after coming back from a trip.

The page showed a FedEx tracking link so I could check where the package was.


Recently, I’ve been thinking about this question quite often, and I find it really intriguing, so I’d like to try answering it.

I joined Facebook in 2009 and have been using it for almost ten years now.
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