One-Sentence Journal, Week Seventy-Four

  1. 11/20/2016: Silence, then the whir of at least forty wings as a score or so of sparrows swoop in over the house to assault my feeders.
  2. 11/21/2016: It remains among the strangest things to me how the body feels differently from day to day, as the one I inhabited this morning sure seemed a superior model to the one I last tried to navigate a yoga class in.
  3. 11/22/2016: Whoever said social media and smartphones would make our lives so much easier should probably be buried in concrete at the bottom of a swimming pool.
  4. 11/23/2016: Will make paper snowflakes for pizza . . . apparently.
  5. 11/24/2016: Vegetarian Thanksgiving proves one doesn’t need meat to stagger away from the table feeling like a parade blimp.
  6. 11/25/2016: I marvel at the idea that being disinterested in shopping causes many folks to view one as some kind of zoo animal kept solitary in a filthy enclosure.
  7. 11/26/2016: It isn’t entirely unhealthy from time to time for one to put both hands on the counter, palms flat, look left, then right, and wonder, “How the fuck did I end up here?”

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Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

6 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Seventy-Four”

    1. I just endeavored to eat vegetarian all November, which I have mostly succeeded at. For Thanksgiving, I always go to my mom’s place, and she made a kind of shepherd’s pie thing sans meat, we had veggies, cranberry sauce, rolls, etc. I missed the turkey a bit, but what I have REALLY missed is open-faced turkey sandwiches with mashed potatoes and gravy in the aftermath.

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