My day started with a sweet little flower delivery.
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With some gorgeous peach and pink roses.
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The colors were lovely.
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And they were in full bloom.
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42 Valentine’s Days together and he still sends me flowers. I must be doing something right.
❤️
There was also a box of artisan alcoholic truffles.
My husband knows me well.
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Okay, I already ate the Kahlua.
So sue me.
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We went out for a late lunch to the home of the world’s best pork chop we’ve visited before so I’ll spare you another review… other than to say my meal was superb.
PORK TENDERLOIN RISOTTO —
Maine Family Farms roasted pork tenderloin, arborio rice, onion, white wine, cream, thyme, brie, brown sugar peach sauce.
This place knows pork. Yum!
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Next door? An elephant who clearly disregards parking bans.
And finally, in honor of Valentine’s Day.
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Hearts pop up everywhere…
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And it’s just what’s needed to brighten gloomy winter spirits.
Even if it’s directed towards those of feline persuasion.
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Poor Fred.
I feel you buddy.
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Since I posted about my knee troubles two weeks ago? I’ve been inundated with ads for bamboo wraps, pain creams and Velcro braces.
But yesterday?
Things went a little south..
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For the record I won’t be wrapping myself in cabbage… no matter how blog worthy the photos might be.
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Our buck, having dinner.
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He still has his rack, which is rather odd.
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But it does make him easier to identify.
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Posted for those who have always wondered.
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After too many awful internet crock pot recipes to count, I finally found a good one. This was easy and quite tasty, though I had to leave out the red pepper flakes for my spice averse spouse. When I make it again I’m going to halve the amount of chicken, once shredded it was a little too meaty for me.
I love the Olympic Games and try to watch as much as I can. The excitement of competition, the thrill of victory, the heartbreak of defeat, the human interest stories… it’s all good.
I like it so much, sometimes I watch two sports at once.
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I also do this :
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But that’s neither here nor there there.
Sadly, scandal has once again raised its ugly head to mar the purity of the games.
Chlorosis, or the “disease of virgins” (also known as “green sickness”), was a historical, primarily 16th to early 20th-century diagnosis for adolescent girls characterized by paleness, faintness, amenorrhea (suppressed menstruation), and poor appetite. Often attributed to a lack of sexual activity or “retained blood,” it was viewed as a social and medical condition that could supposedly be cured by marriage.
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Oh, they weren’t kidding.
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I’m guessing the goat didn’t win that argument.
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And I didn’t even know prosthetic nipples were a thing.
The world is a strange place.
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For Pete’s sake, hurry up.
Our President is in dire need.
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Ah, the life of a wildlife photographer.
So glamorous.
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Clearly there weren’t enough diseases or climate change disasters to study.
When we put our new flooring down in February of 2024, I bought a little Dyson stick vacuum to help keep it clean.
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It beat the broom and dust pan…was small, cute, easy to use and sucked up crumbs on the bare floors admirably.
But when we laid our new carpet in the bedrooms last year it made me realize how useless my other vacuum… an old Hoover … had become. The carpet is luxurious and quite thick and my old machine simply wasn’t up to the task.
But I’m a New Englander so if it ain’t broke? We don’t fix it…. or replace it for that matter.
Until last week when my (15 year old? 20 year old?) Hoover breathed its last. She blew up in dramatic fashion with dust and sparks flying everywhere … so even I had to admit it was time for a new model.
Enter the new love of my life.
A full size cordless Dyson V 15 Detect.
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Easy to assemble, easy to use, easy to charge, easy to clean.
She’s easy.
But in a good way.
And may I just say, her suction power is beyond impressive. ( There are a plethora of off color jokes I could insert here, but our relationship is brand new and I don’t want to insult her.)
I’ve honestly never seen a vacuum remove so much dirt, cat hair, dust, crumbs, kitty litter stuff from a carpet before.
Are we really that dirty?
I had to empty the container three times by the time I’d done three rooms, so apparently the answer is yes.
For a relatively simple machine, Vera (yes, I named the vacuum) has a few interesting features.
The Dyson V15 Detect features an LCD screen that provides real-time, scientific proof of a deep clean by displaying the size and quantity of dust particles as you clean. A piezo sensor counts particles up to 15,000 times a second, with color-coded bars indicating sizes: Yellow (allergens/pollen), Orange (microscopic dust), Pink (dust mites/fine sand), and Purple (sugar-sized particles).
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Holy Macaroni Batman! That’s a lot of allergens and pollen… considering it’s winter in Maine and we’re not opening the windows. ( Makes me think I’d better add ‘clean furnace ducts’ to the to do list. )
No, Vera wasn’t cheap.
But I think we’ll be very happy together,
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And I’m looking forward to the day when our allergen particles fall to under a billion.
Warning – you will be required to count. If that’s too much math early in the morning, please return later this afternoon.
Today’s exercise will prove how old you are.
Out of the 20 things listed, how many have you personally experienced?
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Clearly I’m old as dirt because I’m 19 for 20… and the only reason it isn’t 20? I never owned a Walkman. Though the husband did and used it when jogging.
Talk about cumbersome tech!
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How about you?
What’s your outdated, no longer in existence number…
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