Monthly Archives: July 2024

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Have I mentioned the baby woodchucks like the deer grain?

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They really like it.

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So much so .. they sit in the bowl and repel all foreign invaders.

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The pickle algorithm is right. I don’t believe that’s refreshing at all.

Blech!

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Are you as tired of seeing AI artwork passed off as real photography as I am?

There’s something about the quality of it that’s very telling.

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I like fruit art as much as the next girl, but come on. No one is that good.

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And come on…

That’s not even close to believable.

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Mark – this is for you.

Please order and report back.

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I dare you to beat our backyard sunrise.

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He’s a determined trimmer.

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As I feared, the shrubbery at the front of our house received an extreme haircut.

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I know my husband needs room to replace the porch…

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But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t cringing when he fired up the trimmer.

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And when he was finished with those?

He moved along to the bushes in front of our office, which are equally as large but harder to reach.

How hard you ask?

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Hard enough that he had to come inside, open the windows and trim from there.

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Where there’s a will, my husband will find a way.

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Let’s play.

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It’s Friday.

I think you have to.

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I excel at very few things in life, so when it comes to games.. I stack the deck.

I like to play what I win.

And there are three games at which I am virtually unbeatable.

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Scrabble.

We have one these fancy spinning boards in the man cave/Barn Mahal and on rainy days I love nothing more than mixing a drink and beating the pants off my spouse.

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Trivial Pursuit.

I am a font of useless knowledge and have loved this game since its inception way back in the dark ages of 1981. My husband has yet to beat me (at the original or any of the additional card sets) which makes me love it even more.

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Gin Rummy.

Seven cards, down and dirty. None of that ten card easy matching shite. My mother was a shark and taught me how to play with no mercy when I was a child. My husband, who loves to play Cribbage and Pinochle… quakes when I break out a deck.

How about you?

What’s your go to rainy day game…

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A toe-tally ruined holiday.

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These are the stone samples we brought home from the hardware store.

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They’ve been sitting by our kitchen door for a month waiting for my husband to be ready for that part of the porch replacement project.

Every once in a while I move them to sweep.

Yesterday?

I dropped one on my big toe instead.

I don’t recommend that.

At all.

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Nope.

Not fun.

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Needless to say I won’t be going to that friend’s 4th of July party today. It hurts to walk and forget about putting on a shoe, I can’t even tolerate a sock. My fingers are crossed I won’t lose the toenail…

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Hope everyone else has a happier holiday!

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An AI triumph.

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A few days ago I posted pictures of a starling riding around on momma chuck.

They were so cute I posted them on a Maine wildlife Facebook page as well .

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Lots of people liked them and left nice comments.

But then Facebook’s AI had to jump in, with its strikingly accurate portrayal of what it was seeing.

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Duck.

Chuck.

It was close… and hey, at least they rhyme.

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Peonies are popping.

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Peonies are the best.

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There, I said it.

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I’ll take a peony bouquet over roses any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

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They’re full and vibrant and smell heaven sent.

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We have two large bushes near our back deck and they never disappoint.

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They’re too high for woodchuck bubblers.

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For which I’m quite thankful.

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His Lordship enjoys them as well.

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Though that might just have been the sun.

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A Jaguar yard sale and the redneck country club.

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A girlfriend I hadn’t seen in a long time was having a yard sale so we decided to surprise her and drop in.

Little did I know it would turn into a dangerous visit.

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Dangerous because she was selling her convertible Jaguar.

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No, we didn’t come home with it.

Though for a while there, I thought we might.

We chatted, had a nice visit … and before we knew it the lunch hour had arrived. Not being familiar with her area, we asked for dining recommendations and were pointed to a golf course.

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Open to the public, it had a lovely mountain view…

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And the most redneck, down home clubhouse I’ve ever seen.

This sign was in the ladies room.

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See what I mean?

But yeeha ambience aside, the food was quite tasty.

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Chicken broccoli Alfredo for the hubs, ginger chicken teriyaki stir fry for moi.

Goes to show you can’t judge a kitchen by its tacky rest room decor.

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The b*tch is back…

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I feared this day would come.

And now it has.

She’s back.

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That horribly annoying, utterly destructive red spawn of a demon is back.

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I saw her running all over and around the back deck…

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Which means she’s looking for another nesting spot.

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My loyal readers will remember the hell she put us through when she had her devils brood in our eaves a while back. We evicted her, only to have her chew her way through the wall in the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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She’s no good, I tell you.

A veritable rodent menace.

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A walking buffet?

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In our backyard the birds eat at the bird feeders.

In our backyard the woodchucks eat under the bird feeders.

But now?

The birds are eating on top of the woodchucks.

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And that’s definitely something new.

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This juvenile starling rode around on momma chuck’s back for quite a while.

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Eating bugs I assume.

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And momma didn’t seem to mind at all.

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It was wonderfully bizarre.

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This last picture is my favorite.

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Nothing to see here folks. Just a bird riding a woodchuck…

Carry on.

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