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Thursday, March 08, 2007 Dear Diary, Six of my thirteen staff are 'out' right now, including my assistant manager. Each have different reasons for missing work, but each will gone a while before coming back. All of the shifts must be covered by yours truly, so needless to say... work has been hell. I forced myself to take a break and allowed myself to indulge in my current hobby, back-yard bird feeding. So this early afternoon, I took down my seed feeders, cleaning them out and getting ready to refill them. As I was mixing in the new seed with the older seed, familiar scent of the mix, feeling the cool grains slip through my fingers... something happened. I wouldn't call it a flash-back, but I had a very powerful memory consume me. With the blink of an eye I was eleven again, helping my grandfather get the feed ready for our cattle. I used to love to play in the grain feed, the sweet smell of corn, the cool kernels, the weight of them sifting through my fingers... It was always my favorite part of my chores. It only lasted a moment, but it was wonderful. I was calm, free, and happy. Just as suddenly as it possessed me, the memory left me. It left me exhausted, mentally drained, and just... empty. So I'm clearing my afternoon (blowing off a meeting) and going to lay down for some rest. I just wanted to post about the memory in case it isn't as strong once I wake. elana Labels: Dear Diary  
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