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The eyes have it.

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My husband and I spent a few hours in a darkened room yesterday.

And sadly, it wasn’t the least bit fun.

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The room was an ocular surgeon’s office and we were there because my other half is going to have a cataract removed.

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This was just the pre surgery exam, the actual operation is scheduled for early December… because that’s the first appointment the surgeon has available. It’s nice to have a competent and skilled doctor, but waiting is the downside of popularity.

I truly hope I’m never in this position because while I have no problem with surgery and being cut open… I can’t have anyone near my eyes. Ever.

I can’t even put drops in. I’m that squeamish. I’d never have gotten through this pre-exam without heavy sedation.

Nope. Uh uh.

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It’s Dudley’s fault.

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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out for a walk the other day.

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Or rather, I tried to… as all he wanted to do was sit.

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Granted we’d just had rain and things were a little wet, as proved by this photo of our newly completed deck I lined up and photographed.

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As this was happening, His Lordship spotted a woodchuck in the day lilies and it started squealing.

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I pivoted, climbed to the second step, took a picture and then the Tasmanian Devil I had at the end of the leash decided to wind around my legs and make a dash at the chuck. This resulted in me stumbling off the steps, getting wrapped up in the leash and falling butt first in the flowers.

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See the large depression to the left? That was me and my ever expanding posterior.

I’m not sure who scared off the woodchuck, but I’m guessing it was the sight of my giant behind coming straight at him that made him beat feet.

No worries. I picked myself up, dug around the bushes for my phone and went inside where all was well.

Until I woke up the next day with intense pain on the right side of my bad knee.

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Something’s torn or strained or pulled because walking is painful and flexing my ankle makes me grimace.

As you can see, Lord Dudley was completely unharmed.

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Hum-azing .

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In all the years we’ve fed hummingbirds… 17 years in North Carolina and 21 years here…. we have never had more than two on a feeder at a time.

Ever.

They’re territorial little buggers and don’t usually tolerate companions when feeding. So when I snapped a picture of three hummers on the nectar together last week, I was thrilled and thought I’d seen something special.

And then yesterday I saw this…

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I have no idea why… but we are currently in the middle of a hummingbird population explosion.

Every day there’s a literal flock of the little darlings buzzing around our deck.

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I didn’t manage to capture a photo of the six, but I did get a few of these 5… which for me was an absolute delight.

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I don’t know what we’re doing right.. but I’m going to try and keep doing it.

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You can’t unsee these things.

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If you’re like me you don’t often pay close attention to the things you see everyday. So when I saw an explanation for the following company logos I have to admit they blew my mind.

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Did you realize the arrow points from A to Z because you can find everything on Amazon?

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Did you know you can spell the word Toyota from the shapes in their symbol?

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Did you see the g or did you always think it was just a smiling face?

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Those were all interesting… but this last one now makes it impossible for me to see the mountain any other way.

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Whaaaat!

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News you can’t use.

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All the news that’s not fit to print… but you know I will anyway.

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Sorry, if I had to see it… so do you.

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Gee, no. I can’t imagine that happening. You mean a programmed robotic fiancé who agrees with everything you say and finds your belching the National anthem charming isn’t realistic?

Who knew.

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Can you imagine living next to that Pepto Bismol monstrosity? I’d vomit on principle alone.

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Here’s a simple way… don’t buy them.

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For a society that always screams about invasion of privacy we’re pretty willing to hand over all our information.

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Be careful what you say in front of Teddy.

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Random bits.

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I’ve always loved bugs and insects, the bigger and weirder the better. My father used to swear he found a new variety in the garden every year and I believe it’s true. Their diversity is amazing.

That being said, you know I was thrilled when I found this little beauty in my flower bed the other day.

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Now that’s a spider!

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Am I the only one who sees something wrong with this product’s Amazon pricing?

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I think we’re down to four woodchucks now.

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I haven’t seen six together for quite a while so I’m guessing momma finally booted some of their big butts out of the burrow.

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Damn.

I wish they’d had these when I was young and in love with dinosaurs.

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Up close and personal.

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The other day my husband went to the woodshed to pull out his garden cart and came back in the house shortly after.

“I think one of your woodchucks is hurt” he said.

That made me drop what I was doing and rush out back to find this:

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Junior, momma chuck’s full grown offspring from last year.. the one who never left the nest, was wedged in between the cart, some wood and a few landscaping bricks.

Or was he?

I knelt down, spoke softly and determined he wasn’t stuck… just scared.

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We backed off, hid around the corner and waited for 10 minutes but he wouldn’t move.

Wanting to get on with his chores the husband slowly pulled the cart out of the shed and bam!

Junior was off like a shot to hide under the deck.

Not hurt, just antisocial.

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Crying… and laughing at the same time.

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It’s fallen to me to gather old photos of my husband’s late sister for her celebration of life.

Her daughter is still having a hard time…so the get together will be small, informal, and at her home. I’m going to set up a table of remembrance with flowers, this plaque…

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A guest book where people can share memories…

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A flameless candle…

And a large digital frame filled with pictures that will play continuously like a slideshow.

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It’s been bittersweet collecting and uploading the photographs.

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Life.

It’s fleeting…

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And over far too soon.

I shed quite a few tears looking at the 160 pictures I’ve pulled together, but every once in a while I’d smile. Like when I found this old family portrait proof of my husband and his 8 brother and sisters. (Hint- he’s the one in uniform. Top left.)

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And sometimes I even laughed.

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That’s my husband, standing behind his late sister on the right. The couple with them had just gotten married and I think he was the best man.

I may have to print one of these for framing.

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