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One determined squirrel.

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I love watching our backyard squirrels.

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Like this poor fellow in the middle who was late to the show and missed a spot in the prime feeders.

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He tried to share space in the larger feeder on the left, but was immediately kicked out by his brethren.

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So an attempt was made on the covered feeder at the end.

And may I just say those are some impressive abs? To heck with a six pack, this boy has a 12.

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The lid is solid metal, too heavy for the poor squirrel to shift.

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And the bottom lip way is too small for the squirrel to perch.

A valiant attempt, but he ended up back on the ground scrounging for fallen seed.

Better luck next time little guy.

😊

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A series of cat and squirrel segues … with zucchini.

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Reading, with cat.

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It’s cute, but not always easy.

And speaking of cats…

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I’m wearing my fair share of battle armor myself and should probably eat healthier.

And speaking of eating healthier, I found this recipe…

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A good for you snack.

And speaking of that…

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I never knew this.

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And am glad I’ve only ever fed our squirrels raw nuts.

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And speaking of squirrels…

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They’ve been driving His Lordship crazy.

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Knowing he can’t reach them…

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They’ve been mercilessly cavorting on our deck providing hours of free kitty entertainment… as well as frustration.

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😊

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Let’s play.

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It’s not required, by why else would you be here on a Friday ?

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My knee is throbbing with pain, Lord Dudley Mountcatten just raced off the linoleum to vomit on the carpet and I tried to have a bowl of cereal this morning but the milk had turned.

Number 9 for me.

It’s going to be one of those days.

How about you?

Pick a Lucille.

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He needs a hobby.

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Notice anything wrong in this picture?

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Take a closer look.

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I walked into the living room after showering the other day and found the husband had removed our old wall sconces beside the mantle.

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Granted, I’d hated them since we moved in and always sputtered about replacing them but out of nowhere… bam!

The husband was bored, decided to get rid of them and now I have no choice.

Of course he thought we could just go to a store that afternoon and buy new ones. Not realizing that the three largest lighting stores and distributors in our area all closed after Covid.

Finding new fixtures is not as easy as it seems. We visited Lowe’s and Home Depot and were very disappointed. We stopped into a few small boutique accessory stores but the selections were extremely limited. Which means hours of online shopping and not being able to judge quality in person.

After perusing a few sites? I fear purchasing sconces is going to be reminiscent of our furniture shopping debacle.

Here are some of the choices…

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Do I want lights that look like potato wedges?

I do not.

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Like a sponge?

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A tree branch Lord Dudley could climb?

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An orange donut?

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A light saber?

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Or whatever the Hell that is?

No, no, no, no and Hell no.

The search continues….

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but read it anyway.

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Damn!

Now I really feel old.

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Yes. Someone stole a huge batch of cooked and picked lobster meat that was headed for Costco.

Talk about your giant lobster roll!

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Worst. Denial. Ever!

The poor beast, look how embarrassed he is.

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And yes, my husband does every single one of them. Cold calling, long texts, butt dialing, and accidental flashlight.

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As far as I’m concerned, this attack is completely justifiable.

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Random nonsense.

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As I crossed over the new bridge to Brunswick…

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X marked the spot.

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For what, I have no idea.

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Not only was I unaware of the slang… I was unaware there’s a Generation Z.

Yay me.

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What the utter hell is that…

And why would you want one?

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A friend recommended this book to me last year but knowing it would trigger some painful memories, I put off reading it until now. Written by a hospice nurse about her strange experiences with death, it put me right back in the room when my mother passed. Some things can’t be explained… but they do happen, I witnessed that first hand. And after reading this book I realized what I thought was astounding is pretty commonplace. Which blew my mind all over again.

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Yes, the squirrels at Casa River are well fed.

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Very well fed.

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❤️

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