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I hate westerns.

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For the last 39 years I’ve lived with old westerns playing in the background of my life. The husband loves them and they’ve been his go to when he has nothing specific in mind to watch on tv for the almost 4 decades we’ve been together.

He loves old western movies with John Wayne and Gary Cooper and Henry Fonda.

He loves old western television series like The Rifleman and Tales of Wells Fargo and the Virginian.

Me? I hate them all. Always have and thought I always would.

Until I started watching Yellowstone, which I really don’t consider a western, and liked it so much I had to subscribe to Paramount Plus so I could watch 1883… which most definitely is a western.

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Yup. An honest to God western complete with cowboys, a wagon train, bandits, buffalo, Indians and some breathtaking views of what the Great Plains once was.

I loved it all.

The acting was surprisingly good and Sam Elliot made me cry. Who woulda thunk it! This show is a love story… to the west and a way of life long gone. It has a gravitas that grabbed me and didn’t let go.

I binged, and when it ended? I wished for another 30 episodes.

Me. Wanting more of a western. Somewhere… pigs are flying.

Starring Tim McGraw and an almost unrecognizable Faith Hill…

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With cameos by Tom Hanks, Billy Bob Thornton and Graham Greene… it’s newcomer Isabel May who narrates it’s heart.

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Her voice can be haunting, and with the right swell of music laid on top of glorious cinematography?

Trust me, it’s a winner.

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Buy your cat a fish.

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I’ve been known to spend a fortune on unappreciated cat toys to amuse our four footed furry family members.

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Some they like, some are banished to the drawer never to be batted again.

And then…

I bought a fish.

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Which Lord Dudley Mountcatten has given his Royal stamp of approval.

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He flings his fish all over the living room and happily chases it down.

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And while he usually rejects toys that move, shake, spin or make any type of noise, he’s made an exception for this motion activated catnip fish that flaps.

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You’ll have to trust me when I say he was going crazy for it, because in true cat fashion he stopped playing as soon as I started filming.

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Buy your cat a fish.

Tell them Lord Dudley sent you…

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It’s coming for you…

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Everyday I scroll my Apple news feed and am bombarded by headlines of Microsoft’s AI running amok.

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Well that’s rude.

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Oh sure, pass the buck to the robot to avoid a scene.

Nice.

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Good grief people, smarten up!

Their eventual takeover is inevitable, but we don’t need to make it easier.

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Remember the IRS nightmare that took me six months to rectify last year? When they moved a decimal point and said we owed $56,000?

Now I’m wondering if that was actually a human error after all.

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Walkies!

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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.

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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…

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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.

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Bare earth is something to be savored.

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And rolled in.

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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.

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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.

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News you can’t use.

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Unless you need a laugh that is.

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Bears.

They’re just like us.

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I’m not a gamer, and I’m absolutely not a zombie fan but I stumbled on this HBO series and am enjoying it despite myself. The fact that it could actually happen? Makes me wish I’d turned the channel.

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I’ve been saying this for years.

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Which will kill us first? Fungus or AI?

The race is on.

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Cute. But if the batfish ate the fungus? I might be a little more excited.

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The early morning kernel hunt.

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My husband is a late night snacker. No matter how large and satisfying a dinner I serve him, he always has room for popcorn.

And since we’ve established he hasn’t worked out the proper bowl to kernel ratio of his new air popper…

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It won’t surprise you to learn that every morning when I walk into the kitchen I begin to search for strays.

Stray unpopped kernels on the floor that I find with my bare feet…

Stray unpopped kernels that land in my cutlery caddy…

Stray popped kernels that fly into the sink and behind the microwave…

But this morning?

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It seems the bird caught one.

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Warning signs are helpful.

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The little Maine town in which we live is a wonderful place.

Small and quiet. Rural and filled with family farms.

It’s a peaceful, sparsely populated area surrounded by the natural beauty of water, woods, and wildlife.

The people are salt of the earth, always willing to lend a hand or a dollar. There’s a marvelous sense of community here … we look out for each other.

Which is evidenced by the new sign the town put up just outside of the village, down the road from the pub.

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Beware of drunken pedestrians.

A helpful warning to be sure.

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