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This damn knee replacement recovery is making me miss my favorite time of year. No leaf peeping journeys or hikes for me in 2026.
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And due to a dry summer with some early cold snap nights, the foliage was turning at the end of September.
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A N’Or Easter and a few residual windy days later?
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Took their toll on what was left.
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Things are usually much brighter in our backyard in autumn.
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I know some people get good results with physical therapy, but I can’t say I’ve ever been one of them.
My first experience with PT was after blowing out my shoulder ten years ago. I could hardly raise my arm and instead of giving me a cortisone shot my doctor sent me to 8 weeks of therapy. When it was finished? I still couldn’t raise my arm and it hurt twice as much. On my next office visit the doctor shot me full of cortisone, which brought instant relief and no issues to this day.
My second experience with physical therapy was three years ago when my knee hurt so badly I could hardly walk. Doctor gave me a cortisone shot, which didn’t help at all, and sent me to therapy for 6 weeks. Lots of pain with no improvement sent me running (okay, hobbling) to the acupuncturist which was the only thing I ever found that helped.
So now I’m almost three weeks post partial knee replacement and have had two out patient physical therapy sessions. The first visit was an assessment where I had to perform tricks like a trained seal. There were no sardine treats at the end, but that’s what it felt like.
At the second visit we did some exercises, mostly the same ones I’ve been doing at home, and though I’ve already been scheduled for two visits a week for the next four weeks she said I was doing so well we could probably drop it to once a week.
Which makes me feel like this…
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If all we’re doing there are the same things I’m doing at home… why am I even going?
Other than to bill insurance for something I don’t seem to need.
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Let’s talk toe ancestry.
Because it’s Friday and no one ever does.
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I’m not seeing much difference between Germanic and Celtic and that seems to be my general shape.
Makes sense since my maternal line originates in Austria and my paternal line in Scotland.
So take off your shoes and tell me…
Whose toes do you have?
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Silly statistics you could easily live without.
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When I first saw Italy I thought, damn. You lazy bastards. But then I realized the food is probably too good to leave.
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Clear demarcation lines here.
Yikes.
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Craft beer is huge business in Maine. I swear every little town seems to have a brewery but Vermont beats us every time.
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A century? That’s harsh.
Geesh.
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I can’t argue with this one.
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Clearly there’s a direct correlation between being over caffeinated and making friends.
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Like everything else these days, Amazon is keeping tabs on us.
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And while I know they keep records of purchases, I was unaware of the detailed profile they amass on customers.
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Naturally, I checked mine.
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Now some of those are easy to extrapolate from my buying history. But walks barefoot all the time? How the heck does Jeff Bezos know that!
And while it’s true I prefer it, I’ve never bought artisan jewelry from Amazon… so that’s troubling.
But the next section did make me feel a little better about their omnipotent all seeing eye.
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Because while I do have a cat, I most certainly don’t have a sister.
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Every October the town of Damariscotta Maine has a pumpkin festival.
Every year we say we’re going to attend. and every year we don’t. But my Facebook feed is always flooded with other people’s photos, so I’m going to share some.
The whole town gets in on the fun and local businesses along Main Street display some pretty fantastic gourds.
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Some are sweet.
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Some are funny.
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Some are downright weird.
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This is Wilbur, with Charlotte on her web right above him. Did you know that famous book was written in Maine? On a farm right up the coast.
Some pig indeed.
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This artichoke was fabulous.
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And the overall creativity factor?
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Off the charts.
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There was a really good assortment this year.
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But my favorite?
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The giant pumpkin crab in front of King Eider’s Pub, which happens to be our go to spot in town.
They held a naming contest.. and I heartily approve of the winner.
Lenny Crabitz.
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King Eider’s is famous for their sense of humor and exterior signs.
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Wish I’d been there to get this year’s tee shirt.
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More news.
All of it useless.
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Take that dog lovers!
Cats equal happiness.
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As hobbies go, I’m a bit puzzled.
But I can see the natural progression.
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I’m more interested in why someone tried to electrocute a pickle in the first place. Was their Netflix down…?
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Finally, an answer to the riddle of climate change.
Penguin poo.
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I don’t know about you, but I’ve had more than enough of Jeff Bezos and his ilk already.
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I’ll save you the trouble, it’s Amber Heard. Not that I care, just wanted to share what passes for news these days.
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Eleven days after my partial knee replacement surgery?
My husband left me.
You can pick your jaw up off the floor, it was only for the weekend.
His 60th high school reunion in western Connecticut was scheduled long before I had a surgery date and plans had been made, deposits paid. We debated long and hard if he should go, but I’m doing well and I knew he was looking forward to it… so an abbreviated solo trip was taken.
He left Friday afternoon with another gorgeous fall flower arrangement in the passenger seat for the wife of the friend he would be staying with.
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Guests should never arrive empty handed.
He had a good time and though I had a girlfriend who came to help while he was gone, the poor man felt guilty and didn’t even stay through Sunday as planned.
One of his old classmates wrote and distributed this at the reunion, asking them all to sing.
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Corny, but the husband got a kick out of the tune.
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Song for our 60th Class Reunion,
(Sung to the tune of the Marines Hymn (“From the Halls of Montezuma”
It’s our six-ti-eth re-un-ion now, that is quite a feat it’s true.
We have so much to be grateful for, seeing all we still can do.
Cel-e-bra-ting with some special friends, and connecting once a-gain
It’s a great re-un-ion time for all, from beginning to the end.
Some more wrin-kles and some gray-ing hair, but who cares that’s what we see.
We all look so awesome, that’s for sure, if you don’t look care-ful-ly.
And our at-ti-tude is all that counts, look at ev-ry-one who’s here.
Years and years of friendships still endure, and to all that’s very clear.
So to sixty years we raise a glass, and give all a great big shout,
And con-tinue to en-joy our friends be-cause that’s what it’s about.
So hurray for all of us this year, don’t be-gin to hes-i-tate.
Keep on laugh-ing, lov-ing ev-ry-day, and con-tin-ue to be great!!!!!
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Meanwhile, I have one more home occupational therapy appointment and am then scheduled for out patient rehab. The company emailed me a link to fill out the paperwork ahead of time, which I did.
Though it took all my restraint not to choose the last option….
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And answer wombat.
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13 days post surgery?
I’m still stiff, sore and have a little bit of nerve numbness around the incision… but the swelling has gone down considerably.
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So Frankenstein scar aside, I’m a happy camper.
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My Facebook scroll thinks I need these things.
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I disagree.
Matter of fact, I don’t think anyone needs that.
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Clearly some women have more room in their bra than I do.
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Yeah.
No one needs that either.
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Okay, they’ve got me here.
Duck feet toothbrush holders are brilliant.
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Ha!
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If Joe can do it, so can I.
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It’s my favorite time of year and I’m spending most of it on the couch. No fall mountain hikes, no leaf peeping scenic drives. And though it hasn’t been a banner year for foliage due to a summer drought, our backyard has a little color.
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Autumn leaves, with cat.
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Autumn leaves, no cat.
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It’s Friday.
You know the drill.
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I’m a December baby. A Sagittarius, the archer. Or in this case…
Rizzo.
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I can’t tell you how pleased this makes me.
And to be honest, my Muppet pretty much nailed me.
I am both a wisecracker and sarcastic. (An old friend of my husband’s once told him I was “a bit much” 🤣)
I’m also Jersey born and bred with a distinct Sopranos twang.
Do I love food? Ask my ever expanding waistline.
Yup. I’m Rizzo.
Which muppet are you?
And how close does it come to your personality…
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