Words with Friends, Maybe

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Friday November 15, 2013 · 11:28 AM PST

2013/11/15 · 11:28

“Milf” is not a legitimate word, at least in Words with Friends, but the letters “sh” do form a valid word. Such is the arcana of the popular Words with Friends game. Somebody, probably one of my daughters, downloaded this game with the result that I spend about an hour a day fiddling around with the ubiquitous yellow tiles. One of Apple’s most downloaded free apps, Words with Friends has become, for many, an addiction; there are even support groups and Facebook pages for those in need.

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A Journey of Substance Rehabilitation

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Monday September 09, 2013 · 8:43 AM PDT

2013/09/09 · 08:43

People coming to this special place are often drunk, high, or otherwise very sick. Their families drop them off, relieved to be rid of the immediate problem and hopeful about the future. The person (here, referred to as a "patient"), is left scared and bewildered; he is in for a month of healing and self-discovery. This is a difficult and often painful process; but, for most patients, their families have just saved their lives.

The patient is tested and examined by a doctor (a specialist in treating substance abuse) and admitted to the detox ward. There, nurses closely monitor vital signs and provide medicines to prevent seizures and other horrible side-effects of withdrawal. After several days, the patient emerges to a new world and joins his "classmates" on an incredible journey of recovery.

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Thursday September 05, 2013 · 4:43 AM PDT

2013/09/05 · 04:43

The bike path did not end. I know this because my instruments (eyes, ears, and legs) told me so. The online "route planner" that I tried, however, basically said I couldn't get there from here. Maybe I should have upgraded to the paid version or carried a GPS device. I doubt, however, that these would have warned me about the huge machinery that dug up the street and detoured traffic a good half mile away.

Two of the joys of bike riding are the sheer unpredictability of how to get where I want and the surprises encountered along the way. So, beyond having some general idea of where I'm going (store, bank, library, etc.), I choose not obsess with the minutiae of every street, turn, or stop. I get on my bike and look forward to what happens. This is not simply hoping for the best; the best is just being alive and pedaling.

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Wednesday September 04, 2013 · 12:10 PM PDT

2013/09/04 · 12:10

A huge pickup truck rode my tail as I pedaled up a long hill on a narrow country road. Although the truck had plenty of room to pass, it drafted behind me, closing to about three feet. Then, the horn; but this was no ordinary horn; it was a powerful, bone-rattling train whistle! I resisted flipping an obscene gesture, and pulled on to a side road as the truck roared passed.

My preferred means of transportation is a bicycle; it's free, easy to park, good exercise, and lets me enjoy being outside. I recently moved from Houston to a small town in the lovely Texas Hill Country. There's less traffic here, but the asphalt is as dangerous to bicyclists on a bucolic lane as in six lanes of crazy city traffic.

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