A pink flamingo Christmas tree for Mark. The ultimate in flocking.
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This sounds entirely too easy. Has anyone ever tried it?
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Another Spam abomination for my taste bud addled blog friend.
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Porktastic? I beg to differ.
Meanwhile back at the ranch..
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The good news? Lord Dudley Mountcatten has not knocked down the tree.
The bad news? My husband broke the we don’t need any more stuff so let’s not exchange gifts paradigm we’ve been clinging to for the past 6 years and put something big under the tree. Since my beloved has two gift giving modes… expensive jewelry I rarely like and wish he wouldn’t buy or appliances I neither want nor need… I’m going to guess the latter.
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I’ve been married 38 years and no matter how many times I tell my husband appliances are not a welcome Christmas gift, to date I’ve received an upright freezer, a toaster, a washer and dryer, a blender, a convection oven and oh yes, let’s not forget that ever so thoughtful dehumidifier.
I have yet to receive a vacuum, but there’s always next year.
The Barn Mahal has undergone many transformations in recent years… from crap filled storage building to man cave extraordinaire being but one.
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And along the way…. the porch my husband didn’t want, the one he bitched about building but now loves because yes, I am always right…. has changed looks as well. When the siding was untouched natural wood?
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The old barn red furniture cushions were fine. But when the barn turned red?
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The cushion color needed to change as well. And if you remember… chipmunks, red squirrels, woodchucks and birds helped make the decision to recover a bit easier.
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So off to the seamstress they went… because no. River don’t sew.
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I’m quite pleased with how they turned out. And am hoping the critters give me at least a year or two before they tear these to shreds.
(I have two weeks worth of scheduled posts in the queue so the bitching will be limited at this time.)
Ever since the husband started teleworking in March, I’ve been doing a lot of blogging on my phone. Which, until the new roll out of the editor from Hell, was fine.
But now that people are being forced to use it, things have changed… at least for me.
My friend from No Facilities, Dan Antion, is always nice enough to include photos of the rabbits he sees on his walks for me. With a backyard family of foxes, bunnies are the one critter we never see at Casa River.
But when I look at his posts now…
This is what I see –
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Text over photos.
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Photos over photos.
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Text over text.
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And photos over text.
Anyway you look at it, it’s a mess.
So if any of WordPress’s inappropriately named ‘Happiness Engineers’ drop by to say hello?
My site has finally been flipped to the horrid new block editor.
So far, I’m not impressed.
And while I don’t rail at change in other areas of my life, not having to think about formatting a blog has always been pleasant…. until now. I switched back to classic, but it still doesn’t let me space the way I want.
So does anyone like this new format?
Sing its praises and regale me with its infinite wonders if you do.
Because right now?
This is me:
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 