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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

when you least expect it

Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

I was on my way to Manitoulin Island a couple of days ago. I arrived safely, but about halfway I noticed that some clunking noise was driving me batty. If you're familiar with my car, then a clunking noise should be no big deal, it's hardly a surprise.

I saw that the tailpipe had dropped again (yes, I've paid to fix this before) and I was worried that the thing would go flying off on the highway and I'd be responsible for all kinds of mishap and danger on highway 400.

I decided to poke at it a bit and see how loose it was before getting back on the road. I found some kind man at a small shop would repaired it. He wouldn't let me pay him. So, I took his photo.

Unfortunately, it continually surprises me when someone helps another and expects nothing in return. It completely made my day.

I've been watching the Godfather series. I know it's a macho thing and that all guys have this innate connection with it, but I'm still having issues keeping my eyes open. So I do little things in between the action, like fold clothes, pack stuff away, and make lists of things that I have to pick up next week. Etc. Etc.

Better entries when I'm feeling a tad more inspired...

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