Posts by author: Jill Ginsberg
Patches, on death’s door just a couple of weeks ago, is now eating me out of house and home. Not literally. But she continues to be a very picky eater and doesn’t like to eat the same thing more than two or three days running. A couple of months ago she went off her canned […]
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I decided that my wonderful reader, DJan, is right. My recent posts have gotten very introspective (her term) and are teetering toward the morose (mine). Today I just wanted to have some fun: make someone’s day. And, in the process, my own. As soon as I left work I saw the guy I was looking […]
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Sometimes things happen in my head that I just can’t condone. This morning I was driving back to work from a breakfast meeting up on Alberta. Winding my way along the residential streets I saw a shopping cart piled high with black plastic bags. The bags were enormous and brimming with bottles and cans. That […]
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I took the bus from work and got off at my usual stop. I decided to walk down to Fred Meyer before heading home. I had a hundred in my pocket and wanted to find it a home. I kept thinking about Charlie. Maybe I would see him rolling along, his thin arms turning the […]
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I carried a hundred dollar bill around in my pocket for most of the week and just didn’t find the right person. The little voices in my head were back, and they had a lot to say. “That guy looks a lot like Charlie; what’s up with that?” “Too nicely dressed. Clearly doesn’t need it. […]
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I thought I would be smarting for days after my encounter with Charlie, but I was fine. I’ve pondered our exchange a lot, and mostly find myself grateful that our paths converged. I got many encouraging emails and comments about the story, and am grateful for that as well. You readers are a kind and […]
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It was a day to give away a hundred dollars! A special sparkly kind of day. I love those days (the perfect weather doesn’t hurt either. Nor does having the day off). We were almost out of milk, and walking to Fred Meyer seemed like a great idea. I’ve given away quite a few hundreds […]
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After so many cool and rainy days in Portland we’re like underground creatures staggering out and blinking into the sun. Today was damn near perfect. Come lunchtime,  I was downtown and had a few minutes for a walk. The streets were packed and every possible perch was occupied by people soaking up some Vitamin D. From a few […]
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I wasn’t thinking about Germany when I got up this morning. Not even about my mother. I was thinking about shopping. As you may have gathered if you’ve been following along for a bit, most of my clothes date back to the last century. Except for the things I’ve picked up at Goodwill. That’s some […]
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I admit I’ve done some kind of crazy things in this effort to rewire my brain, like the time I flagged down an old van to give $100 to a man waving a french fry. I’ve approached strangers, chased cars for blocks, followed people all over stores, and interrupted private conversations. Today I had one of the wackiest […]
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