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The Office

jocolworkingThe urgent, repeated call of a Pileated Woodpecker makes me turn my head and look. The maple tree in the yard is bared to the bone, exposing our neighbor’s red garage in the distance. Joe’s soaking his foot that he injured in a soccer game. Notebooks and catalog pages full of possible Christmas presents flap in the breeze. “I thought Indian Summer was for October,” I say to Joe, peeling off my jacket. Scanning the sea of leaves in our yard, our eyes simultaneously land on the bird feeder, dangling empty. Each of us hopes that the other will get up and fill it. The phone rings and Joe takes the call.
Just another day at the office, I suppose.
Post notes: That’s Joe and I working on the talk we were set to give at the local library on grief and loss. More on that in a future post. Now, it’s off to the polls.

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