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Husband was flipping through a magazine the other day and came across this…
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I think we all know our fair share of those.
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While I adore my phone, I have a strict no tech in bed policy. That way there be monsters….
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Karen. What a bitch.
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I admit to not being familiar with that term.
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But yes, it seems every day is Blursday lately.
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Needless to say I am very familiar with that term.
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Yes, I’ve finally reached the end of words that were added to the dictionary in the year of my birth.
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It’s been an enlightening journey.
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Umami. In Japanese it means “essence of deliciousness”, but you might know it better as MSG.
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Wagyu , a heavily marbled Japanese beef. I can’t say I’ve ever tried it but it’s supposed to be fabulous. And it better be, I read they give the cows beer to stimulate their appetites and massage them with Saki. At least they meet their end happy.
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Yay. Seeing that this was the year I graced the planet with my presence, this word needs no explanation.
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Zester. River loves her some citrus so I’m thrilled to take credit for this handy dandy kitchen tool.
Lemon zest makes everything better, and if you’ve never tried it? Add a pinch to your lemon drop martini.
Cheers!
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After a few weeks of totally avoiding the windows….
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Our little guy has discovered the joy of squirrels.
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And since it wasn’t the resident red bitch, I didn’t even wish it ill.
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This brave grey fellow was positively taunting Lord Dudley.
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And manic cackling ensued.
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The afternoon ended with a flock of wild turkeys….
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And I think it’s safe to say the great outdoors will now be providing hours of feline entertainment.
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It isn’t often a bottle of liquor slips by my radar….
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But this sacred spirit of the Andes managed.
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Has anyone ever tried it?
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I read that it’s similar to an herbal gin.
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Mild numbing quality?
Sounds right up my alley…
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Grilling season and backyard barbecues are right around the corner.
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And I’m sure you’ll all want to get a pair of these.
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Subtle? Not so much.
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But you have to admit, they are eye catching.
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When your roof is leaking in the middle of a Maine winter and you have no idea why…. there’s really only one solution.
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You chip the ice and snow from around the door, set up a ladder….
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Climb up on the roof where you have to chip away more snow and ice…
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And lay a giant ass tarp. ( We’ll be the envy of all our neighbors now, so stylish! ) Then if you’re my husband, you leave a large part of it flapping in the corner.
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What?
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With a storm moving in, I had to fight him to secure the damn thing before it blew halfway to the next county.
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One little string, through one little grommet was all he would do.
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The snow came, turned to rain and miraculously the roof didn’t leak. But we’re due for strong winds in a few days so things are apt get interesting.
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Because Covid isn’t funny… but we still need to laugh.
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Guess the conspiracy theorists were right after all.
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For anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, you know this is true.
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If only…
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Geesh. How bad do you suppose it has to get?
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It’s been almost a year since we traveled.
A year! That just doesn’t seem possible.
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Okay, on second thought ….I guess we don’t have it so bad after all.
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It took almost 3 weeks, but our new boy is settling in nicely and less skittish every day.
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Loud noises like the snow plow still send him under the bed … and the jury is still out on exterior wonders. He spied wild turkeys in the backyard the other day and growled from under the couch for 5 minutes straight.
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But he’s learning to trust us and coming out of his shell. Toys help, and I’ve retrieved that fuzzy ball from under the furniture enough times to require another visit to the orthopedist.
I think it’s safe to say I’m in love.
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Even my girlfriend recognized how much having a little guy around the house again means and sent a congratulations card.
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Dudley loves his squeaky mouse, but not when we wave the stick…. so I rigged up a do it yourself playground.
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I’m sure he’s grateful, though he doesn’t look it.
It should be noted that while I love dogs and all their slobbering appreciation? There’s something about the utter disdain cats show their humans which speaks to me.
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Our resident projectile has melted halfway, split and refrozen.
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47 inches and still anxiously awaiting an unsuspecting red squirrel to wander by.
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In other news…. my husband received his first Covid vaccine shot this week. Yay! No side effects other than a slightly sore arm for a day or two, though we’ve heard most people are experiencing flu like symptoms after the second shot.
Shots.
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Sorry, that’s where my mind went.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is starting to get used to having his picture taken.
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But that doesn’t mean he enjoys it.
Yikes. If looks could kill…
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A rather tardy Valentines Day post.
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A bouquet of flowers was delivered that morning….
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And while I don’t think it was our local florist’s best work, the sentiment remained steadfast.
Early afternoon found us out in the barn and back at the Scrabble board.
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Although the way it started reminded me a little too much of Bill and Monica.
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Did I win?
Such a silly question.
Unbeknownst to my husband, I’d made early evening reservations at one of his favorite restaurants and before the place got too crowded, we slipped in for a glorious meal.
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Long stemmed red roses were given to ladies upon entry… and petals were scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the window sills, on the chairs…..
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Even under the beer taps.
We settled happily at the bar (the husband’s preferred spot because one of the bartenders was a Marine which can lead to hours long conversations) and I tucked into a few delightful Rum Punches. We had appetizers that I forgot to photograph… garlic Parmesan wings for the husband, creamy clam chowder for me… and were awaiting our meals when this older couple sat down across from us.
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In case you can’t see it, the man was wearing a Marine Corps tee shirt. It was at that moment I knew I was doomed.
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Like recognizes like… and within minutes the gentleman uttered the words I never want to hear on Valentines Day.
Semper Fi.
My husband bought them a round of drinks. They bought us a round of drinks. Military stories were traded across the bar….and by the time our lovely meals arrived?
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Filet Oscar with fresh lobster, roasted fingerling potatoes and grilled asparagus for the husband.
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Filet au Poivre with cremini mushroom brandied cream sauce, roasted fingerling potatoes and grilled asparagus for me…
I’d lost him.
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And ended up eating most of my meal alone.
So when I said love was in the air?
Apparently I was talking about the Corps.
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