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Critters be multiplying here at Casa River.
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Along with some green grass comes another woodchuck.
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I believe that’s the old momma from previous years at the dish.
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She has some distinctive scars on her face and has been calling our backyard home for the past four years.
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Must be last season’s baby to the left.
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I’m not a fan of electric cars.
I’m not a fan of Elon Musk.
And you’ll never see me driving a Tesla. Which, after reading this article makes me twice as glad.
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No one wants that.
Trust me.
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This is beyond disturbing.
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The AI revolution is bad enough… but now the cars are spying on us and pushing porn?
Stop the world. I want to get off.
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After cleaning and organizing our master bath closet the other day, I turned my attention to the the spare bathroom. I don’t know about you, but in our house that’s where everything we don’t know what else to do with lands. I pulled vases, and candle sticks, and pitchers, a footed glass bowl and yes, even a crock pot out of there.
What that left me with was this…
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And by this I mean 10 bottles of Mrs. Meyers soap.
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Yes 10.
As well as 11 more bars of soap… to go with the 15 I’d found the other day.
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I haven’t yet decided if we’re extremely clean or extremely dirty. But if it’s the latter?
God damn it, we’re ready.
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A bonus find was 3 bottles of Jo Malone perfume.
Proof positive it pays to clean.
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Why did I join a wombat lovers Facebook group?
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Because I like having my feed flooded with pictures like these.
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If they supplant the politics and constant social discourse?
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That’s fine with me.
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The world needs less hatred…
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And more wombats.
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Red squirrel annihilation training began the other day and I have to say…
It did not go well.
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After a few half hearted swats,
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten made friends.
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And in true I’m not doing what you want because I’m a cat fashion…
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The beast actually stared out the window at the real red squirrel …
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With a stuffed red squirrel facsimile on his head.
Sigh.
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Because that’s what we do here.
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I’m knee deep in the dark, brutally honest and often disturbing Jack Taylor detective series by Irish author Ken Bruen. His disgraced Galway Guard will break your heart so many times you’ll marvel at the strength of the human spirit.
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These aren’t easy lighthearted stories… but they’re powerful with deeply damaged, well written characters. Some hoping for redemption, some forever damned.
They say write what you know, and if that’s true? Mr. Bruen has been to the belly of Hell and back, firmly grasping a bottle of whiskey.
Page 18, line 4?
“I’d been to the off-licence, got my back up.”
Jameson and Guinness in this case.
How about you?
What’s your page 18, line 4 say?
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Because there’s so much of it.
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12 feet of kale?
I’m going to have nightmares about that.
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After cleaning and organizing the closet in our master bath, I figure it will be a while before I need to buy certain products. 4 bottles of toothpaste, 6 bottles of Bath and Body Works lotion, 7 sticks of deodorants and 15 bars of soap of later I realized I may need to organize more often.
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Best. Display. Container. Ever.
Or worst. It’s a tough call.
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Even bees need bouncers.
Who knew?
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Woke up to this the other morning.
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And I have to admit, colorful sunrises never get old.
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Our one chuck is still visiting daily looking for treats.
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Apples and carrots are his (her?) favorite.
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Never let it be said I don’t keep my readers well informed. Honestly, what other blog is going to share a story about wild toileting with you?
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Apparently this really is a thing in Europe.
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Impactful, not to mention stinky.
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I’m guessing this is a male dominate hobby.
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Who knew urine was such a fertilizing hot commodity?
Not me.
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Since I dumped a rare personal feelings blog about my SIL on you recently, I thought it only proper to offer an update.
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Unbelievably and against all odds, she’s still at the hospice. Relatively alert, and though weak as a new born kitten, starting to regain her appetite.
I can’t stress how remarkable this is. She was literally on her way out. We saw it, the doctors were waiting for it and yet here we are two weeks later and they say she doesn’t require further hospice care and will be moved to a nursing home soon.
I’d say this is good news but sadly it’s not. She wants to die. She keeps telling everyone we should have let her go. She has completely lost the will to live and takes no joy in anything.
We visit 2-3 times a week and tell her we love her. We bring her favorite foods and try to lighten her mood. I send her a photo of better and happier days every morning. We’ve had long, deep, emotionally draining talks, but I’m at my wits end how to help.
Maybe I can’t.
Maybe I should just stop trying.
I hate to say it, but she’s so sad and miserable maybe it would have been better if she had just slipped away.
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