It seems that my new car has an infinite bag of tricks which pop up at the oddest times.
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She’s loaded with lots of nifty features like headlights that swivel and dim automatically, voice activated commands, and an automatic cell phone charging station as seen below.
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No, I still haven’t figured out all her gadgets and geegaws… but I will tell you my favorite. It’s a game changer and once experienced? I’m afraid there’s no going back.
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Cooling seats.
For a menopausal hot flashing woman of a certain age? This is pure gold.
My husband loves the heated steering wheel but for me it’s all about those lovely little holes in the front seats that provide blessed icy ventilation. Summer doesn’t seem quite so awful now.
(And no, that’s not dust on my screen… it’s a starry night background. We be fancy up in here.)
The other thing that tickles me about this vehicle is the plethora of safety messages that pop up.
When my husband swivels his head to scan a yard sale when driving? Pearl says “Keep your eyes on the road!”
When he was scouting something free on the curb while waiting behind a truck at a stop sign? Pearl said “Vehicle in front has moved!”
Husband thinks it’s annoying, I think it’s a riot.
When she announces, “Don’t bring home any more crap!” I may have to kiss her.
She’s only messaged once while I’ve been driving. I was playing with the gas mileage numbers and had taken my foot off the gas going down a hill to increase consumption. Apparently she thought I was falling asleep and said this:
While reading The Life Impossible, which is set in Ibiza Spain, I read a chapter about a massive nightclub called Ku… think Studio 54 on steroids. It said Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé filmed the video for Barcelona there so I had to check veracity.
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It’s true.
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Poor Freddie, gone too soon.
Next was a search about the benefits of glucosamine chondroitin.
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I’ve tried everything else for my knee pain, I figure it can’t hurt.
Search #3 was for the Say Hey kid.
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Being a baseball (and baseball history) lover, I just watched an HBO documentary on this amazing athlete and needed a few more facts.
The new door was seated but not quite right, so a temporary doorknob was installed overnight.
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Not attractive, but it kept the bugs out.
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His Lordship is not happy with the new decorative glass. It distorts his bird viewing and I’m sure I’ll hear more about this issue in the future.
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My husband rolled his eyes at the fancy door handle I bought, but it went in easier than most.
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If you can believe it.. a full day was spent making adjustments, shimming, un-shimming, moving, tweaking and leveling the door so it closed properly with no gaps. Wood had to be added on both sides of the frame since the door was slightly too small for the rough opening.
After that, insulation was stuffed in holes…
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Of which there were many because my always in a hurry husband measured the rough opening incorrectly.
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The height was fine, but the width was off by a good 2 inches…
Our company was leaving in the afternoon and after a big late breakfast … we had just enough time to give them a tour of the organic farm across the street.
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It’s wonderful having fresh veggies so close .
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But the flowers are a nice new addition.
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Everything was green and lush.
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And blooming profusely.
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Yes, even the kale looked healthy.
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Being a good neighbor… I didn’t pick a free berry. Though honestly, it was tempting.
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We strolled and chatted and took pictures.
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And even caught a glimpse of the man cave/ Barn Mahal in the distance.
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So much works goes into running a farm.
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Day in, day out. Something always needs to be tilled, weeded, watered or harvested.
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This is our contractor’s boat.
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He’s a friend of our neighbor and is allowed free storage.
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Not sure you can see it in this photo…
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But I thought this was a bizarre staggered bloom flower. Very tall.
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A few more pictures…
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A few more blooms…
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And we headed back across the street…
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For one more picture before we loaded up the car and took our favorite people to the airport.
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Past a lovely stone church…
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With fabulous front doors.
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And this silly sign that always makes me laugh.
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Then the airport, where I had a good cry when we had to let them leave.