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With apologies to the yoga follower I deleted.

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You know the drill… if you’re a business blog and are trying to sell me something? You’re history.

This goes for the slew of robotic self help sites as well. I’m as good as I’m ever going to get. I’ve accepted that… they should as well.

So yes, I zapped a yoga promoting site that followed me recently… but not before I checked out their page.

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Yoga? No thanks. The days of twisting my body into a pretzel are long gone. The husband isn’t happy about that either…. but what are ya gonna do?

But beer? There’s an exercise routine I fully support.

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Drinking beer and posing? Heck, I’ve been doing that for years!

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Beer.

I always figured it went with everything. But yoga?

Who knew!

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Products no one needs.

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My only question is why anyone makes these things in the first place.

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I prefer my clams in chowder with heavy cream thank you very much.

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Oh, hell no. I can only drink if the BeeGees are playing?

Trust me, if the BeeGees are playing…. I’ll need more not less.

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I’m sorry, but they don’t. Less really is more.

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While this is rather cute? It’s also a great way to take out an eye. Weaponized mallows are over the top, even for me.

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No. Aside from the fact the packaging seems to be marketed for 6 year old girls…

I refuse to wear a perfume named Juicy Bunny on sheer principle.

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Another classic!

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You’ll be sorry you missed this one.

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So bad it was good.

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Mad scientists at work.

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They were attempting to shrink some shrews, but something went wrong.

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Terribly wrong.

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Which is why this fellow bellied up to the bar.

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The shrew’s poisonous saliva killed this guy.

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So our hero shot it.

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But look!

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Another one is chewing through the wall.

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Yeah, sure. The couch will stop it.

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That fellow is now behind the bar and I don’t blame him. Drink up boyo, they’re coming.

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An escape plan is hatched with welded together oil drums.

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Our heroine looks out but doesn’t like what she sees.

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( The giant shrews? Skinny dogs with glued on tails and bizarre fur.)

Low budget cinema at it’s best.

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Only the hero, heroine and mad doctor manage to duck walk the drums to the water’s edge.

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Where they swim for the boat…

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And prattle on about over population of a species that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot.

The shrews?

They’re left behind on the island to eat each other until none are left.

There’s a moral there somewhere….

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CSA, chili and our local pub.

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Our weekly CDA is winding down for the year, but the harvest is still plentiful.

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Peppers, turnip, ginger, Korean melon, spinach, salad greens, kohlrabi, radishes, chard, celery, dill and yes. Some awful version of kale.

Our weather has started to change and we’re feeling some delightfully brisk and crisp air. When that happens?

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It’s time for a big pot of homemade chili. And a trip to our local pub.. at an off hour when no one is there. Perfect.

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On the menu? Duck wings with sweet Thai chili sauce.

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Tis the season.

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And thanks in part to my suggestion… okay my endless badgering, whatever!… the owner has agreed to run weekly cocktail specials. He even bought a lovely coffee table book of choices for me to peruse.

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Keep the customers happy.

And the really good customers like me? Keep them soused, they complain less that way.

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Water is life… part 2.

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Thursday morning saw our plumbers back for round 3.

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The new submersible pump was fitted, hooked up and sunk in the well.

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And the 90 odd feet of water line stuffed back in the hole.

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🎶 Whole lotta stuffing going on. 🎶

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The end was found and the cover fitted.

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With a little sledgehammer persuasion.

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The idea of electric wire and water in such close proximity gave me the heebie jeebies, but I’m assured that’s how it’s done.

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A new type of filter called a sand trap was installed and purged. We were told our water would be sandy and sediment filled for a few days until the tank and lines clear completely. That filter turned black quickly, so you know what I’ll be doing for a while.

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Anyone thirsty?

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How about a nice warm bath?

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After the plumbers left with $2,500 in their pockets, there was a hole to fill.

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The husband, being stubborn, thought he could do it by hand. It was pure mud and weighed a ton.. so I texted our neighbor.

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Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold.

And while they were doing that?

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I was doing this. Sweeping muddy water into the drain hole…

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And dumping purged buckets of nasty brown sediment.

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Looks like I’ll be brushing my teeth with bottled water for a while longer.

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But… yay!

We have running water again, even if it isn’t potable quite yet. I won’t lie… that first shower was a little strange. But things are clearer today, and by tomorrow we might be able to drink it again.

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So let me leave you with a few words of wisdom:

Never underestimate the joy of a flushing toilet.

After 3 days without water? It’s the stuff dreams are made of….

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They’re not worthy.

 

Not worthy of a blog of their own, but random interesting stuff all the same.

(And by interesting, you know I mean not at all interesting… just random information you didn’t want nor need but I feel compelled to share anyway)

 

 

I read a lot…. and before now have never thought of myself as any of these.

But from now on?

I’m an ink drinker all the way.

 

 

Yes, I bought myself a frying pan that’s reinforced by diamonds.

Because my fried chicken deserves the very best.

 

 

My rose is blooming like a lolly pop.

 

 

Is this earth shattering news you can use?

No.

But nothing I say ever is.

 

 

This claims to be the perfect Cosmopolitan recipe.

I shall research it extensively and report back.

 

 

Sadly, we had to shop for 2 headstones for recently passed members of my husband’s family.

After we picked the size of the stone, and the color of the granite….this was what we were given. Sheets of paper with literally thousands of designs that were printed so small, even reading glasses and a magnifying glass barely helped us make them out.

I believe the husband chose a lighthouse for one…. but it could as easily have been a beer keg.

Time will tell.

 

 

Danger Will Robinson!

If you’ve never experienced a browntail moth rash you haven’t lived a full life. Imagine mixing poison ivy with fire ants and chicken pox…. and you might come close.

These little bastards have moved into Maine and are stripping our trees bare. And if you happen to brush up against one of them? Hang on, because you’ll attempt to rip the skin off your bones within 12 hours. Nothing stops the itch except a spray that comes in a one ounce bottle sold by one hospital in the state for $65 per. Insurance won’t cover it and you need a doctor’s prescription to purchase it.

I get the rash at least 3 times a year.

Good times.

And finally, if you’ve been wondering what people are doing to keep busy during the pandemic… or how they’re spending their stimulus money?

Wonder no longer.

 

Pandemic humor.

 

Because someone has to laugh, and it might as well be you.

 

 

Ya gotta love Madison Avenue….

Simple ads are always the best.

 

 

As was I.

So where is it?

 

 

I don’t have any personal experience with this, but I can see their point.

 

 

Well those don’t look at all bunion friendly.

 

 

Now why didn’t I think of that?

 

 

As good an explanation as any.

 

 

Because cleanliness is so important.