Danger, Will Robinson!

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Strolling around the property last week , His Lordship spotted an intruder.

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Lord Dudley is a gentle soul. Mild mannered, sweet and usually quite skittish, but when he spotted the neighbor’s cat Silas?

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Our resident Royal went full blown Jekyll and Hyde and started growling, hissing and screeching.

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He tried to give chase but thankfully his harness did its job and saved me from running for the garden hose and paying a large vet bill.

I doubt Silas will be back after that frosty reception.

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Continuing our walk, I noticed the sedum was thoughtfully color coordinating with the Man Cave/Barn Mahal.

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And some of our backyard trees were putting on an autumn show.

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My two weirdo daisies that only bloom after the first frost were doing their late season thing as well.

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With some very sluggish bees taking final advantage.

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They want to pay me for my…. what?

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On a recent visit to the health care center for my annual physical, the doctor recommended a colonoscopy. I’ve never had one … and not being in any hurry to experience the disgusting prep or the dreaded butt cam itself, I opted for the Cologuard home kit they send in the mail.

Being a bad patient, I promptly stuck it in the closet and forgot about it.

Until today, when I received this.

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Yes.

The Cologuard company wants to pay me $25 for sending in a sample of… 💩

The world is a very strange place indeed.

🤣🤣🤣

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News you can’t use.

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Because if I have to know these things, so do you.

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If that isn’t proof positive you should never trust the internet to diagnose your malady, I don’t know what is.

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Worst. Cave. Name.

Ever.

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Crikey, what now?

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I’ve got news for you Gen Z, this is not a new phenomenon.

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Even stars get the munchies.

Good to know.

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Remember, you heard it here first.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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Squirrel gymnastics.

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It’s been squirrel central at Casa River lately.

Our beef feeder pole is out in the open, and with our resident hawk patrolling the skies we usually only have a single squirrel show up to nosh.

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Seven is a record.

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But after something scared the others away one brave little guy took advantage.

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I know people hate squirrels because they eat the bird seed, but we’re equal opportunity feeders here and all critters are welcome.

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I enjoy watching their gymnastic performances.

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Rats with bushy tails?

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Maybe.

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But they’re still sweeties.

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Random bits and pieces.

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We had a frost last night which finally killed off most of my geraniums and that got me thinking about what comes next.

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I’m not quite at 168…

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But my book corner should last me through mid January.

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I wholeheartedly agree Thomas.

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A friend called the other day and said her ex had just entered into hospice care. She asked if I had any more of the small booklets I was given when my mother passed over a decade ago. Written by a hospice nurse they took the mystery out of the physicality of dying and truly helped at a difficult time in my life.

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I had one more set and was happy to share them with her daughter. Nothing about losing a loved one is easy, but knowing what to expect at the end brought me a small measure of comfort.

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Sunset… lighting up the fall foliage across the road.

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Sure was pretty.

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Even with those awful greenhouses blotting the landscape.

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Random selfie, just because.

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An autumn day.

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A weekend in Maine in the fall calls for a scenic drive to enjoy the glorious foliage, so that’s what we did.

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Stumbling on a covered bridge was a happy surprise.

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On our travels, the husband saw a sign for an antique tractor show and craft fair at a local farm so we detoured there.

Not our best idea.

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Yes, there was a farm.

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And yes there were some old tractors.

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Some in use.

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And while there were two miniature horses…

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And a “dining room” with the worst fried dough I’ve ever had…

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(Hard as a rock, crunchy and tasteless)

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The “craft show” consisted of fresh vegetables, a few tables of American flag boards, patriotic signs and multiple tables of right wing propaganda. There were candidates handing out pamphlets and political ephemera, trying their best to swell the MAGA base.

These are just not our people y’all. And while I respect their right to be there, I have to admit I wasn’t expecting to be arguing about restricting voting rights and ICE roundups at a craft show.

My husband is a veteran of a certain age. He has grey hair and wears a Marine Corps hat. That’s usually all it takes for people to assume he loves the Mango Monarch … which couldn’t be further from the truth.

They kept trying to draw him into discussion but my guy just brushed them off and didn’t engage, other than to make it clear where he stood.

Color me surprised.

We departed soon after and got back on the road…

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Where the husband found a barn sale.

And can you see what’s in his hands?

Another wooden ruler.

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Which called for a cocktail and some nibbles.

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And more scenic beauty.

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but I blog about every Monday so technically it is useful.

At least to me.

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My husband is a Vietnam vet and said the peaches and pound cake were the only edible things in MRE’s. The food was so bad he and his men scrounged, traded and pilfered the leftover WWII C rats from supply and far preferred them even though they were over two decades years old.

Now that’s bad.

(And by rats I mean rations, not actual rats. Although with the government, you never know. )

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Proof you’re never too old to be a Swiftie.

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Bat selfies.

Who knew?

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Why doesn’t this surprise me.

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As it should.

I never wear mine without one.

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