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Or maybe you can. I’m not judging.
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For someone who doesn’t drink coffee but lives on freshly brewed tea… this is beyond disturbing.
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Another reason I live on the opposite end of the highway from this state.
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No.
You have your Impossible Burger, you have your soy based cheese ….
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For the love of all that’s holy keep your vegan hands off my seafood!
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Well this was disturbing. I’d only been to one out of nine. I must be getting old…
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I can’t honestly say I’ve ever wanted to work from home before, but then I saw this:
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Now you’re talking!
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Chief Candy Officer River has a nice ring to it don’t you think?
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Facebook… in its infinite wisdom… has posted yet another list of ridiculous products it thinks I must buy, and this time? They’ve outdone themselves.
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Do I need to remotely drive a pile of poo?
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I most assuredly do not.
Am I ancient enough to require a ladder’s assistance to sit up in bed?
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Not quite yet.
And while a recipe book of quick cook meals does have a certain appeal…
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I doubt I need a potty mouthed granny to deliver them.
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For months we’ve had a nightly fox visitor for whom I lay out little piles of expensive dry dog food with taurine. ( It was recommended by a vet friend and is the closest I can get to the food U.K. Amazon refuses to ship to the United States) We love seeing him (her?) scoot across the lawn and settle in for a nosh. But last night?
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I was seeing double.
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Two beautiful foxes happily munching.
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Brother and sister? Husband and wife? Friends with benefits? I don’t know…
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But they’re both gorgeous!
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💕💕💕
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With menopause, bunions and a bad knee… I’m having enough trouble with 58. Screw 200.
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I’ve flown out of Boston’s Logan airport many times. Three weeks doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility.
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I’m sorry, but that just bites.
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Finally… a scientific formula for choosing vacation destinations.
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I call foul.
I am neither loud nor boisterous, and am literally risk aversive. But Rome? I’m good with that. History, pasta and Limoncello sound like my kind of trip.
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I love my state. We have a festival devoted to clams and award those who can shuck them the fastest.
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Climate change. Pollution. Drought. Shrinking natural resources. Deforestation.
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Healthy living my ass. Keep your kale and quinoa, Keith will survive nuclear winter.
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Sigh. If only I had a few million to spare.
I actually have not so fond memories of this place. Oh, it was beautiful and swank… but it also happened to be the day I realized I’d become allergic to lobster. I ate it for lunch and by the time we stopped here with friends for a drink in the evening? I ordered a margarita, took one sip and spent half an hour in the ladies room throwing up. Good times.
Not.
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Say it isn’t so!
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A flight we did at a veteran owned brewery called Stars and Stripes. Appropriate, no?
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Keith.
You know he’ll be here even after the cockroaches are extinct.
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Our second trip to the Blind Pig Tavern was shorter but no less wonderful than the first. Jumping back into their amazing craft cocktail menu, I tried a strawberry rhubarb margarita.
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I dislike rhubarb. But this was made with fresh strawberry purée and the rhubarb balanced the sweetness perfectly.
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The pole of shame, reserved for those who don’t pay their bills or stiff the waitstaff.
This visit was a quickie with just drinks and appetizers, but neither disappointed.
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Yes, it looks like they were wrapped in condoms, but the cold marinated shrimp with cherry tomatoes, spring greens and avocado in rice paper with tequila lime aioli was sublime.
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As were the wings and Philly cheesesteak flatbread.
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The pear mojito? Magnificent!
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Their array of dried fruit is impressive and rotates in clever little containers like this.
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The on tap beer list?
It’s folkin’ hoppy.
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Australians are the kings and queens of chill.
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A weekend trip to Christmas Island went off the rails as soon as the family started cooking dinner.
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Coconut crabs don’t rate the nickname “robber crabs” for nothing.
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Crabs were climbing up chairs and table legs trying to steal a bite to eat… but did the Aussie family flip out and run for their boat?
No.
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They popped the tops on a few and calmly batted the crabs off their plates.
🤣
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We feed birds.
We feed grosbeaks and orioles. Finches and chickadees. Nuthatches and woodpeckers. Cardinals and mourning doves.
We feed a wide variety of birds.
This however, was a first.
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One lone seagull.
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Who dropped in to nosh on the deer grain.
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Proof positive you never know who’ll show up at Casa River.
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Like a Roman emperor, our fox has gotten so comfortable here he prefers to take his meals lying down.
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Why stand and burn all those pesky calories.
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If the humans are going to lay out a nightly buffet, I guess he figures he might as well enjoy it in comfort.
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