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Keeping Death In Mind

March 10, 2010. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Late morning.

I pulled on my swim trunks, trainers, and a tank top and walked out of my little guesthouse room, sliding through the cramped restaurant strewn with tables, and out into the hot, dusty air of Phnom Penh. It's a hot day. It'll be good to swim after lifting weights.

I said, "No no, thank you" to the tuk-tuk drivers offering to take me somewhere in the city, pushed through the little crowd, and out onto the street. The streets in Cambodia more resemble alleyways than streets, and I navigate around people and vehicles.

I went down to the end of the street, turned left, and skirted along close to the local restaurants, half-tent half-storefront type places to get food. I stepped into the crosswalk, the Hotel Cambodiana rising in front of me. I check right and then left, and I watch left as I cross, watching for oncoming traffic.

A loud scream rings out. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

A New level of dorkiness achieved!!

On Where Pianos Roam

You all know that I am now a knitter.  Well, I have further solidified by place in the dork hall of fame. Many of you may not know that I keep a brown teddy bear in my car at all times.  He was a cute going away gift from when I left Charlotte, NC in 2006.  His name is "The Fawn" (after my favorite character in the movie "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe). Anyhoot, I couldn't resist.  I knitted a little scarf for him.  It even matches a much larger one that I made for myself. Here he is .  .  . Ahh yes.  Uber-dorky am I. -gordo

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