I admit to taking a selfie now and then, usually when we go somewhere wonderful… but mainly because I have a husband who never takes pictures. Ever. It’s a harmless if slightly narcissistic endeavor, and my mother is dead… so if not me, who?
Then there’s the Instagram crowd. The influencers. The vapid youth of today who get paid ridiculous sums for photos that go viral. They’ll go to any lengths to get a breathtaking selfie and call me cold hearted, but I rarely feel bad when I read they fall into the Grand Canyon or off a speeding train.
Which is probably why I cringed when I read this article.
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I have been to Le Gorges du Verdon and it was fabulous. Mainly because there was no one else there.
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The husband, a friend and I drove through the French Alps for a solid 10 hours and saw only one other person. A sheep herder with his flock. It was beyond marvelous.
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That’s me sitting on the wall filing my nails waiting for the husband to climb back up from below.
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The gorge was wild and wonderful. Unspoiled nature ruled.
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As did the goats.
We visited in the early 90’s. The fact that’s it now jam packed with insipid, shallow Instagram tourists breaks my heart. And I bet the goats don’t like it either.
This week’s headlines fall under the I really didn’t need to know that category.
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Sorry, but I can’t answer that question. My algorithms are bizarre enough as it is…. I didn’t click because I don’t need to be flooded with vaginal tightening ads.
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Ditto that for this poor woman.
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And this one as well.
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Sorry, but this makes me very glad we don’t have children.
Because my husband never likes to rush things he moved around to the back side of the baby barn yesterday to complete the gutter installation…. 12 days after he did the front. Better late than never is his middle name.
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Did things go more smoothly on the flip side?
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They did not.
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Miscalculation on length left him with two short pieces instead of the one long piece he needed which meant yet another trip to Lowes for additional connectors. Sigh.
Was the finished gutter line straight and true?
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Not quite, but it doesn’t leak. That’s probably as much as I can hope for.
And if you’re wondering just how dry it’s been here?
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Dry enough for the husband to a pan under the downspout to catch the small amount of rain we got last night.
Please note the green you see is all weeds. Most of the grass is still brown.
Mary Roach’s books are always interesting and bizarre, but above all? They’re educational. For instance I now know more about military penile injuries than I ever thought possible… and to be honest, more than I ever thought I’d need.
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Buckle up boys, it’s about to get personal.
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Men. It’s all about priorities.
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One should always be polite when referencing another man’s dick.
( Funny side note- spellcheck changed dick to duck three times. I suppose either one works )
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Transgender community to the rescue. Paving the way to dick reconstruction for decades. Huzzah!
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That last sentence will be giving me bad dreams for months to come. No pun intended.
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All joking aside, it’s a serious and very sad reality for soldiers facing today’s modern warfare. IEDs cause long lasting trauma, both physically and emotionally. The military can’t keep up.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that living in a rural town with numerous family farms, our local food bank would benefit from the bounty.
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But the quality and quantity of selection in our little bank makes my heart burst with pride.
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New Englanders have a reputation of being stand-off ish and cold but I’ve always known my Maine neighbors to be kind and generous of spirit, always willing to help their community.
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Look at those full shelves.
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And in case you’re worried about Fido and Fluffy?
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We have an organization that feeds them as well.
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And if that doesn’t put a smile on your face when thinking of my town, maybe this will.
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Feeding seemed to work. And they were happily reunited with their owners before long.
It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.
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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.
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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.
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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.
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