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Deal 1380: Not always funny

Anger fed on him, burning through his whole being, controlling almost everything he did.

It was anger that destroyed his chance at recovering his lost job. He couldn’t face all the stupidity of the office grind and still remain calm. There had been a time when keeping up with the games of office politics had seemed fun. Those days were long gone, lost to the sea of anger that led him to neglect all his carefully cultivated relationships and pools of favors.

There were times when he had been tempted to leave, but had always stayed out of some sort of misplaced loyalty. Loyalty that has been repaid (or so his anger tells him) by abandoning him in his time of need. The way they swept him out of their lives felt entirely like betrayal. And fed his anger more.

His anger led to his failure. Failure as a businessman. Failure as a husband. Failure as a father. Failure as a provider. Each one of those failures became as a lodestone, dragging him down in the river of anger. He was drowning in it.

The headwaters of that river were a lake of placid indifference. Something must of broken the dike, released the water, and washed him away. Nevermore to be calm in the face of the world. Nevermore to hold his dog. Nevermore to hold his daughter.

For the anger fed on him, burning through his whole being, controlling almost everything he did.

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Deal 1379: Lit

The stick was just sitting there, but when I picked it up, I heard a quiet growling noise.

I put it down.

The growl stopped.

I couldn’t just let it lie there, so the battle of minds between owner and cat got underway.

The stick had a string with a feather bob on it. The cat was attached to the feathers, and unwilling to let go of his prey. He clearly knew that anyone picking up the stick was going to attempt to take the prey.

As the game continued, my gaze wandered among the knickknacks collected where they were safe from the cat. A plasma ball. A line of Hummels. A magic eight ball. And in its own alcove, a lava light. The slow circulation of the waxy goo was hypnotic. It drew the eye and held it there while the background music (and the cat) did their work.

The cat was still growling.

The door opened, and one ear twitched as if to confirm that the right person had arrived.

He was dressed slightly oddly, as if as displaced in time as his tchotchkes, but his suit was also somewhat threadbare and worn.

The he held his hands out in seemingly empty space, and the most hauntingly beautiful music appeared. The slightest wiggles of his fingers were translated into audible liquids that washed over us.

Even the cat seemed impressed.

But not enough to let go of the stick.

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Deal 1378: May

We’ve got a live one for sure, now.

It had fooled us before, but we were on our toes. Pretending to be dormant wasn’t going to get past us. Again, at least.

Some of the people living down hill may not have been so lucky.

The lahars were not small this time, and once verdant river valleys were scrubbed clean.

On a geologic scale, they needed that scrubbing.

On a human scale, a little more warning would have allowed the residents time to escape with more than their socks on. And there wouldn’t have been quite so many teddy bears caught in the trees.

But that would have required better monitors, better observations, and better predictions.

And above all, the foresight to know that we needed those things.