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As happy as we could make it.

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My husband’s uncle celebrated his 91rst birthday in hospice last week and we tried to bring a little cheer.

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The nurses are so wonderful at this facility…. they all gathered round, sang happy birthday and brought him a gift.

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They also gave him a nice warm fleece blanket. Suitably decorated for a veterans hospital.

As he was opening our card, I noticed he had a new friend on the bed side table.

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This furry little guy travels from room to room and visits with patients.

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It sounds silly, but I think my husband’s uncle really liked it. And while he has a good steady flow of visitors… I can see this kitty being good company for those who don’t.

❤️

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Ominous skies…

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We’ve had a crazy spring. Or really, a crazy non spring. Cool, overcast and dreary with a little scattered rain here and there. Not nearly the April showers we needed.

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I had high hopes for a deluge when we were driving home under these skies last week.

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They were ominous and promised some good rain.

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It was falling somewhere.

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But not in our backyard.

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This was taken on the other side of town.

Oh well, maybe next time.

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Random nonsense

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Sharing some things that made me smile.

I saw the first Baltimore Oriole of the season yesterday and rushed to fill the feeder before they move on.

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They’re such glorious bursts of winged color I try to keep them around as long as I can.

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Perfect for that new Stephen King book.

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Because Lord Dudley Mountcatten always makes me smile.

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This would definitely make me smile.

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Bluebirds.

Always pretty, always look mean.

What have they got to be mad about?

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So bad, they’re good.

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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.

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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.

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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.

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Wow.

And you know he was proud of that hair.

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That’s got to hurt.

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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.

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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.

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A boy and his platypus.

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There is a platypus on our spare bed.

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If you’re wondering why, I have one word. Hysterectomy.

And the two word reasons for these?

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Renal arteriogram and uterine artery embolization.

Okay… that’s actually five, but you get the idea. Every time I go into the hospital my husband buys me a stuffed animal for company.

They’ve been on our beds for years but it’s only recently that Lord Dudley Mountcatten has decided the platypus makes a good snuggle buddy.

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Most afternoons you’ll find him here, napping with his new friend.

At times it’s hard to tell where he ends and the platypus begins.

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But whatever you do, don’t disturb his slumber.

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There will be Hell to pay.

😉

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Cut it out Gregg.

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With thanks to whoever introduced me to Goodreads… Mark?… I’m really enjoying the app and being able to keep track of all my books.

The option to connect with friends and fellow reading obsessed people is fun and the reviews are helpful.

But… you knew there was a but… then there’s Gregg.

I have no idea who Gregg is but he found me on the site and keeps sending friend requests which I continue to deny.

This is Gregg.

And while most people say a little something about themselves and their reading habits, Gregg took a different route. A rather desperate I’m striking out on eHarmony and Tinder so let’s troll Goodreads for chicks route.

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Don’t believe me?

Check out his friends list.

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Notice anything strange?

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There’s a decided lack of testosterone here.

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And if you still need more convincing?

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Gregg doesn’t seem to be much of a reader either.

🤣

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I’m more voracious than I thought.

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Before joining Goodreads I never gave much thought to how much I read. I knew it was a lot, books are stuffed in every nook and cranny of our house and my Amazon deliveries are epic. But I don’t keep all the books I’ve finished… I couldn’t, they would literally bury me… so I never did a yearly count until now.

Goodreads has a annual challenge where you set a goal and check off as you go.

My prediction of the number of books I’d read this year was slightly off.

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I thought 75 seemed like a good number… but clearly it was a little low.

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It’s early May and it looks like I’m 50 books ahead of schedule.

Oops.

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