What I’m watching.

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On the recommendation of a friend, I’m enjoying this first series even though I thought I wouldn’t.

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It’s quirky with some interesting characters and proves having it all isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.

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Season two of the fungus among us… and I’m all in. Not being familiar with the game, I admit episode two was a shock.

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Sugar started out as a private detective show with an homage to old Hollywood glamour and noir. A missing girl, family scandals, sex trafficking bad guys… and then.

The weirdest most unexpected twist I never saw coming.

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This Apple original series was phenomenal. Set in WWII occupied France it tells the story of Christian Dior and his French resistance fighting sister as well as the self serving Nazi collaborating Coco Chanel. Fashion, family, the horrors of war, the resilience of the human spirit,… it’s beautifully set, well acted and depicts a part of history I never gave much thought to before.

Color me impressed.

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News you can’t use.

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Because the news you can use is too depressing these days.

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He’s the devil.

I think that’s a given.

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Uh oh.

We just ordered a new one.

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Honestly, I try not to think about Elon Musk at all.

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Apparently he’s been paying some of the mothers of his children 15 million up front and $100,000 a month not to speak of them. One woman refused and gave up what amounts to $36,600,000 over 18 years to tell the truth.

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It’s evil, but we love it.

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Whaaaat?

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And now you know.

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Screenshot

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This made me snort, but the fact that Amazon refunded her the $4,000 and let her keep the lollies tells me Junior may be doing it again.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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Remember the improved box cake mix recipe?

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I tried it with butter pecan.

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And while the cake didn’t seem to rise quite as high as it normally does …

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My husband raved about the texture and proceeded to eat 3/4’s of it.

Honestly? I didn’t notice much of a difference.

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I’m so sick of this AI generated nonsense.

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As if.

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This is a real cat.

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Who jumps up to sleep on the spare bed pillows….

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And is too lazy to shift when he slides down between the shams.

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I found some old military photos when I was cleaning out a drawer the other day. That’s my husband in Beirut, with the remnants of the bombed Marine barracks behind him. He removed the bodies of six Marines from the wreckage on that horrible day.

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Welcoming my guy home after a six month Med float in 1988.

Damn, we were young.

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And talk about young.

My husband, right before he went to Vietnam.

❤️

Table crashers.

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The deer are used to sharing the backyard spread with skunks.

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But lately a trash panda is beating the stinky little critters to the buffet.

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I’m thrilled because while we have nightly raccoons…

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They rarely show up before it’s too dark to get a photo.

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And though I’m tickled with the little masked bandits…

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The deer don’t know what to make of him.

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Especially when raccoon #2 waddles in.

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Proving two raccoons is two too many.

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More crazy maps.

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Simply because they’re fun.

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Evelyn?

The last Evelyn I knew in Maine died 30 years ago, at the ripe old age of 89.

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To the clearly parched western states, I’m sorry.

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I agree with this 100%.

Maine is full of Frenchmen.

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Maine men seem to be to satisfied with their packages. Southern men, not so much.

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It doesn’t surprise me Maine is on par with California. Our taxes are nuts.

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I can’t believe Maine didn’t vote for Roosevelt!

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I can’t believe Maine voted for Nixon!

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This map is disturbing.

That being said, I’m proud to live in a state who fully supported civil rights.

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Day 8…. Goodbye Newport, a Jurassic Girl Scout, the drive home and a few gifts.

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And finally our vacation was over.

Day 8 dawned bright, and as I looked out the window of our condo… windy. No surprise there.

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We said goodbye to Narragansett Bay.

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And a decent enough resort.

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Heading out of Newport, we saw a T Rex selling Girl Scout cookies and had to stop.

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These young ladies were doing a brisk business and we purchased 4 boxes in a drive through line. Very efficient.

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Did I mention there are windmills in Newport?

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Like, everywhere?

With the constant wind I can’t blame them. but it was odd seeing them randomly dominate the skyline.

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In Providence this fellow didn’t seem pleased with the time.

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In Massachusetts?

A very well marked curve.

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Clearly the clientele of this McDonalds outside of Boston are somewhat… questionable.

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Twin bridges somewhere along the way.

And in a mere 4 hours we were home, having greatly enjoyed our time away.

My husband’s birthday fell during our trip and while my surprise Antique Roadshow thing didn’t work out.. ( the rat bastards )…he still had a nice day.

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I thought this guy looked a little like His Lordship.

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Gift #2? A pair of night vision binoculars for critter spotting in the dark.

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Gift #3? A package of stickers that made him groan.

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Gift #4? A lighted coin microscope for closer examination of his collection … which he broke on day one.

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Newport – Day 7…. antiquing part deux.

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After a nice lunch and waterfront stroll it was back to the trenches..

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To an even bigger though slightly nicer antique mall.

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I swear my husband’s eyes lit up the moment we stepped inside.

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It’s times like these I’m glad he’s a cheapskate when it comes to purchases. The man wants a bargain and there weren’t many to be had here.

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That frog was about five grand.

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I thought about this for the man cave.

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And wouldn’t have minded having this, but it was badly cracked.

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More wooden yardsticks.

For the love of God… why?

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Interesting, but a hard pass.

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Giant clam anyone?

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Just looking at these shoes hurt my feet.

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You know that was risqué for its day.

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Yes, he bought the yardsticks.

Sigh.

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I was really tempted to buy this vintage cocktail shaker and glasses for the man cave. It was even aviation themed which was my husband’s career field.

Coulda, shoulda.

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This place went on forever and long story short we were there until it closed.

I purchased this.

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A $500 Confederate bond from the Civil War. When we lived down south I used to pick up Confederate currency now and then but I didn’t have one of these. It still has four coupons attached, though I think my chances of cashing them in are slim.

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On the way out of New Bedford, Massachusetts?

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Underpass fish.

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Newport – Day 7…. lunch on the working waterfront.

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After endless hours following my husband around the antique mall, I needed sustenance.

And a drink.

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The Black Whale on the New Bedford waterfront seemed to be the place.

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They must have been understaffed because we walked by an entirely empty room …

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And were pointed to the last two seats available in the main dining room…

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Which happened to be at the bar, so you know my husband was happy. My spring sangria was crisp and lovely… sorry I can’t remember what was in it.

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And my crab cakes with Cajun remoulade were heavenly.

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Husbands’s clam chowder was a rich creamy meal in itself so we opted to split an entree.

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Of fried scallops, garlic mashed potatoes and roasted broccolini.

Yum.

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After eating we took a little stroll along the waterfront.

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No pleasure craft here.

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Just fishing boats.

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Long haulers, draggers…

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If you wonder where your seafood comes from, it’s here.

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I spent my adolescence surrounded by fisherman and believe me when I say they are hardworking people.

Salt of the earth.

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Or the sea, in this case.

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