The space between your eyebrows is called a glabella and the vertical groove that runs from the top of your upper lip to the base of your nose is called the philtrum.
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I didn’t know this, but now I do. Learning new words is fun.
Let’s continue.
The way it smells after the rain is called petrichor.
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I didn’t know there was a word for this, no less a chemical formula.
And thanks to the wonders of language?
The plastic or metalic coating at the end of your shoe laces is called an aglet.
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But I’ve saved the best for last…
The rumbling of a stomach is called a wamble.
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I wamble every now and then, and now that I have the correct term to describe it I shall be announcing the fact to all those in close proximity.
My husband is always on the road, always out and about. Since he’s newly retired and bored out of his mind? He runs errands. The other day he told me he was going to stop at the grocery store on the way home and asked if I wanted anything.
I requested one item… Panera’s Everything Bagels. Simple enough, but I made sure to describe them fully and wrote the name on a post it note because I’ve received a lot of items I didn’t want in the past by not being specific.
A few hours later, he came home with this.
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When he saw my face and realized that wasn’t what I’d asked for, he explained he ran into an old friend in the parking lot, talked for half an hour (shocking, I know) and forgot to take the post it into the store with him… but he remembered I said it has seeds on the top.
He tried.
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The next day he had a dentist appointment and stopped at the grocery store afterwards.
He came home with this:
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Better – they were bagels, and the right brand but plain not everything.
He tried.
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A few days after that I’d forgotten I even wanted bagels, but he came home from breakfast with this :
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Right brand, right seasoning, wrong shape.
Bless his heart… you should have seen his face when he realized that wasn’t quite right either. “I give up” he said.
Our Coopers Hawk has been visiting the backyard again. He lands on the deck railing, in the apple trees, on the telephone pole and on his very favorite spot…
The bird feeding station.
It’s a shame he dislikes the paparazzi and flies away as soon as he spots me… but I did manage this rather nice photo.
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They’re so beautiful.
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The following is a notice from a Maine church… and while I’m not a religious person, I have to admit God Invented Chocolate is a great advertising gimmick.
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Clever marketing, that.
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Who makes these things?
When I’m craving sweets… I can guarantee you the last thing I’m reaching for is cabbage.
Apologies to those too young to understand the title reference.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves looking out the window and keeps a close eye on birds and visiting critters. But when an enemy dares step foot in his backyard?
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He lets the whole house know about it with snarls, growls and hisses.
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Said enemy is Silas, the neighbor kitty who likes to stalk mice in our field and occasionally takes a stroll under the bird feeders.
But I do admit to enjoying their Clydesdale commercials… and thankfully, after a long absence… those beautiful horses will be back for this year’s Super Bowl.
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I haven’t seen any of the other new game day ads, but I’m going to go ahead and say this one will be my favorite, hands down.
In 2016 the state of Maine voted to legalize marijuana. While this would have been a dream come true in my teenage years, after giving it up 4 decades ago I can’t honestly say the decision has affected my life one iota today.
Other than the occasional chuckle while driving.
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Be still my adolescent heart.
I’m old enough to remember rolling my own blunts out of a Ziploc dime bag hidden in my locker…. now there are pot stores on every corner in every town. Seriously, tiny podunk villages that only have a gas station and a post office have marijuana distribution centers. It’s bizarre.
There are so many choices for legalized weed, the stores have to get creative with their advertising to attract customers. Like this place we passed the other day….
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That built a giant leafy Adirondack chair.
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And outlined it with Christmas lights.
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The chronic is alive and well in the state of Maine.
I was the child who never caught chicken pox, measles or mumps.
The teenager who never had acne, a cavity or broken bones.
The young adult who still had her tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth.
The middle aged woman who’d never had the flu, a migraine or been in the hospital.
I made it to 49 without diabetes, high cholesterol or literally any health issues whatsoever.
Then I turned 50… and the downward spiral began.
I blew out my knee, and arthritis set in. I caught chicken pox because my husband had shingles. (It’s not fun at an advanced age. Neither is it pretty.)
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That’s not acne, it’s pox. 🥴
Bunions started to form on both my feet making pretty shoes painful and virtually impossible to wear. I had a full hysterectomy which wrecked my body in too many ways to list. My fifties were not kind. And now that I’ve entered the next decade? I barely recognize the perky, energetic, up for anything person I used to be.
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I’m currently 5 for 10 on this list.
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I sailed past #1, 2 and 3 as I always have my phone, don’t bruise easily and my memory is still intact.
4. Yes, damn it. I’m there.
5. I’ve got cheater reading glasses in every room, my purse, my car and 3 in the kitchen. No trouble finding a pair for this chick.
6. Show up at my house unexpectedly? Please leave your copy of Vogue at the door.
7. 9:30? I’m in bed by then, better make it 8:00.
8. People do still say those words in my universe… and for that, I’m thankful.
9. I’ve woken up with a stiff neck, sciatic pain and a knee so locked I have to tumble out of bed. When the mere act of sleeping causes injury? You know you’re over the hill.
10. After hormonal shifts from menopause and a dramatic weight gain the likes of which I’d never previously experienced? There are no scales in our house.
For those of my readers who qualify, how many of these 10 apply to your life?
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