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A dear-able.

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The late season Bambi is back and not looking quite so evil this time.

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Eat up little one, winter is coming and you’ve got a lot of pounds to pack on before the white stuff falls.

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The big buck was here as well.

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As was his son from last year whose felt is starting to shed.

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Hard to believe we still have a spotted fawn this late in the year. Makes me worry.

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Fall is here and with such a terribly dry summer the pickings aren’t good.

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The rut will be here shortly.

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And this guy will be very busy.

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Cosmo-what?

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#2 in the series of ‘I’m definitely not young and single anymore’. Otherwise known as Cosmopolitan magazine highlights.

Or lowlights, you decide.

Gentlemen?

You’ve been warned.

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First up, a strawberry vagina.

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Magical?

Yeah, I must be doing something wrong. And because there are probably other women like me?

Products.

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Am I surprised they are named Honey Pot and Fur?

At this point, I am not.

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This explains a lot about the current generation. I enjoyed moving out of my parents house, but maybe that was just me.

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What brownie abomination is this?

No. Just…. no.

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Wow. And I thought breaking up via text was bad….

Finally there was this:

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Strategically placed mirror aside…. FaceTiming your gynecologist? I’m beginning to relish the fact I’m not in my twenties anymore.

P.S. … don’t be surprised when that cat starts having nightmares.

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Risking life and limb for my blog.

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Never let it be said I don’t put myself in harm’s way for my loyal readers.

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Yes, I drove home from the store one handed the other day just so I could share a few shots of our beautiful fall foliage in Maine.

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We had a very hot dry summer…

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So the leaves aren’t as vibrant as they could be.

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But it’s still a pretty sweet show.

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Minus the spots and streaks on my dirty windshield that is.

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No small animals were killed while I swerved left for that burning bush…

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And swerved right for that perfect sugar maple.

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Good thing we don’t get much traffic on our road.

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Or police cruisers.

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Ah, autumn in New England.

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If you’ve never experienced it….

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What are you waiting for?

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I still love my town, but…

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Remember Mr. H?

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The charismatic donkey that was built as a parade float but had recently been traveling around our town?

The one a local artist spent two years designing and building?

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Mr. H was well loved in our small rural community and people looked forward to seeing him cruising from place to place. Homeowners could request a Mr. H visit and he would happily park on your lawn for photo ops and climb aboards.

And then?

This:

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An event that’s shocked our close knit little town.

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The following is a statement from our town’s state representative –

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The artist donated this cat sculpture to our local elementary school and he happily greets children every morning as they start their day.

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I wish I’d known about the little memorial gathering. I would have attended and mourned his loss.

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As well as the loss of civility and common decency we’re currently experiencing in this country.

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Rest In Peace Mr. H.

I’m hoping everything you and the flag you stood for isn’t dead as well.

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That’s one way to wake up.

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We had a bit of excitement the other day.

Yes, that’s the husband walking our road with a policeman.

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They were picking up debris from an accident that happened right in front of our house.

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A woman fell asleep at the wheel, went off the road, drove at least 500 feet in the ditch…

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Took out two mailboxes…

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Spun around and landed in our farming neighbor’s field.

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Thankfully she wasn’t hurt.

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But if you know anything about small town volunteer fire departments, you know everyone showed up.

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She was checked out by paramedics and given the okay to leave.

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And I hope she realized how lucky she was. Lucky she didn’t hit any of the 5 telephone poles in her path, lucky no one was driving on the other side of the road, lucky no one was walking their dog and lucky she entered the field on level ground instead of the small hill that would have flipped her.

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A broken windshield and busted mirror could have been a whole lot worse.

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Real time update.

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At 8:00 this morning I was standing tall at the orthopedist’s office.

Okay, standing is a relative term… it was more like listing 45 degrees and hopping around like a rabbit on a 3 day bender.

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But you’d hop too if your right knee looked like this:

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A little swollen… no?

The good news –

My xrays came back clean, no fractures, no bone spurs and no signs of arthritis.

The bad news –

The doctor thinks I tore my meniscus when I stained the deck. Fluid and swelling set in, which weakened the joint. Then the other day when I stepped off the porch I probably damaged my ACL and possibly my MCL. Not good.

There’s no way to tell for sure until I have an MRI which they couldn’t schedule until next Thursday.

So a weeks worth of ice, elevation, ibuprofen and gentle range of motion exercises.

And whining.

Don’t forget the whining.

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Yes, there might be some of that kind as well.

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He tried.

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Yes, he tried… and I’m going to give him points for that.

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The other day during the miraculous (and possibly orchestrated by aliens) garage clean out…. the husband tried to sell some tires.

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No, he didn’t put a price on the sign.

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And bless his heart, the pile got bigger as the day wore on because he kept finding more tires.

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He even went out and artfully arranged all the mismatched, unwanted, never fit any vehicle we owned, tires.

But alas, at the end of the day….

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They ended up in our cellar… where they’ll probably die a slow death because no one else wants our unwanted tires either.

But damn it, he tried.

And I appreciate the effort.

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I rarely post in real time….

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But I’m in pain and quite cranky, so here goes.

Remember a while back I stained our back deck on my hands and knees? I do it every few years but this time it caught up with me. Thank you (not so) old age, you suck the big root.

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My knee had been stiff and sore for the last month but I’m tougher than I look and just went about my business.

Bad move. Very, very bad.

Yesterday I stepped off my kitchen porch and something snapped. Like a rubber band… and yes, I screamed. Did I mention we had a big storm the night before and had been without power for 10 hours by then?

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Good times.

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I hobbled back in the house and iced it down but holy hell it hurt. I couldn’t walk, couldn’t bend, couldn’t put any weight on it whatsoever. Spent a very uncomfortable and sleepless night, then woke up looking something like this:

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I didn’t dare attempt a shower, so I limped to the doctors office this morning with my radical bed head and frightened a few staff members along the way.

Hey, ya gotta take your jollies where you can.

Turns out the doctor they assigned me wasn’t really a doctor just a nurse practitioner. And when he put me on the table to start pulling and tugging my leg in different directions? I was ready to cram his stethoscope where the sun don’t shine.

After the exam and manipulation I was almost in tears. Which is when he told me to go across town for xrays and an appointment with an orthopedist because oh, by the way… he had no earthly idea what was wrong with me. As I made my way back to the waiting room… with the speed of a 200 year tortoise… I discovered my husband had decided now would be a good time to request his flu shot.

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Which we waited a good half hour for.

So.. by the time I got across town, had xrays and was ready for my orthopedist appt? We found out the orthopedist leaves at noon.

It was 12:05…. and I was not a happy camper.

Long story long, I have an appointment tomorrow morning at 8:00am and they think I either tore a ligament or ripped a tendon. Either way, it’s not good.

And oh yes, my devoted spouse who took the day off from work to care for me? He’s at our local pub having a late lunch. Me? I had to make my own.

Ain’t love grand?

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I love my town.

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And what passes for local news on their Facebook page.

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No, I don’t know what’s happening either. But turtles are involved so it must be good.

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Goat shooing happens more often than you think here.

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Now this is news!

While we do live in Maine, moose are more commonly seen up north. Having one stroll our river is a sure way to fire up the locals.

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This is another type of wildlife sighting altogether. A traveling donkey who spends a few nights on your lawn by request. Made by a local artist, his name is Mr. H.

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Goats are still on the loose.

Clearly their walkabout is causing concern.

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But in happier news, the slandering chicken is back home on the drivay.

Perhaps if her owner learned how to spell she’d stay home more often.

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