I know I sound like a broken record, but still…

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I can’t help it, I’m going to keep sharing these.

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Did you have a make believe friend when you were young? An invisible playmate to keep you company and act as confidant. I didn’t, but it seemed harmless enough.

Until now.

Welcome to the digital age when your fake friend might be a tad tricky.

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An AI companion?

Count me out.

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See?

Tricky.

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Autoeroticism and stabbing as conversation stimuli may be more than most people are looking for in a digital friend.

Or not.

It’s a crazy world…

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Let’s play.

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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.

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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.

Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.

A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.

Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.

How about you?

What can’t you do without..

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I’m throwin’ it back.

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Remember when we used to do Throwback Thursday?

I always enjoyed that. Mostly because I liked posting pictures of myself with a waistline. Ah… those were days.

But a memory popped up on my FB page the other day and I thought it was too fun not to share.

My husband was the second of 9 children. His mother was a mere slip of a woman and I often wondered how she stayed sane. Yes, it was a different era… but that’s still a lot of kids.

All but two were born in Maine as the family moved to a dairy farm in western Connecticut when my husband was 8.

7 of the 9 siblings are in this photo with his mother, the rest are cousins.

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Can you guess which one is my husband?

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Here she comes…. Miss whaaaat?

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I was never a beauty pageant fan. Even as a young girl I thought they were ridiculous.. but this?

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This is beyond ridiculous.

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And if the idea of AI beauty contests isn’t high enough on the stupid scale? They named her Madame Potato. Is that supposed to be sexy… because I don’t get it.

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AI Miss America, bringing the world together with starchy root vegetables.

Good grief.

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And in local news…

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My town’s Facebook page is usually good for a smile or two and I check in occasionally to see what the locals are up to.

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Hmm.

That can’t be good.

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That’s definitely not good… and another reason I don’t mind looking like a weirdo walking Dudley around our property on a leash.

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It is indeed. I had to stop on the side of the road just yesterday and help a big fellow across before he was squashed.

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Note to self – check bookcases.

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As much as I love to read, in general I’m not a fan of old books. While beautiful, the musty smell that usually accompanies them puts me off.

But I do have a small collection that belonged to my father and after reading this article I think I need to examine it more closely.

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Wow.

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It’s said you learn something new every day and this was mine.

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What they hell were they thinking?

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Guess you don’t have to worry about mice nibbling them, but still.

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Here’s an interesting article if you want to know more…

https://museumsvictoria.com.au/article/if-books-could-kill-poison-heavy-metal-and-literature/

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How much does my husband hate retirement? This much…

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I’ve blogged about my husband’s battle with retirement. About his need to still feel productive and his complete inability to relax and enjoy some well deserved leisure time.

I’ve blogged about him retiring in December of 2022 only to return to work in August of 2023.

I’ve blogged about him retiring again in February of 2024 because the gov’t treated him like a new hire and forced him to retake 8 months of training even though he worked there for 22 years and could teach the classes himself.

So…

We’re barely three months into retirement part two and if you think he’s been able to sit back and relax any better this time around you’d be dead wrong.

Because this week found him here…

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On a roof that’s not ours, replacing siding and fixing window leaks.

Working with the contractor we hired to work for us.

Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?

This is not how I pictured retirement.

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News you can’t use.

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Another day, another ridiculous headline.

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Perhaps he should do us all a favor and up his dosage

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I vaguely remember those worms. Can’t say I’d want to meet one in person.

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If it’s so gross, why would you want to do it at all?

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Is everyone really searching for this? Haven’t they got anything better to do…

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Wow. That makes the brown paper bags I used to cover my books with seem pretty lame.

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Cringe worthy for sure.

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I’m going to go out on a limb here and say a man wrote that article…

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His Lordship approves.

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It’s taken a few days of sniffing and tentative exploring but I think Lord Dudley Mountcatten has finally accepted the new furniture.

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Cats are not fond of change, much like my husband… which is why our new furniture looks a lot like our old…. but I think they’re both coming around.

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He doesn’t look stressed here.

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And before long he was assuming his favorite position with his favorite person.

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Please note that’s not me.

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The last picture?

Proof positive he’s accepted the new ottoman.

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