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Random stuff.

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For those of you who haven’t seen the header image on my blog this month…

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Flying woodchuck witches seemed more than appropriate.

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Birds?

Yeah, we got ‘em.

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Flocks of hundreds of starlings that fly in and empty our bird feeders in record time.

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I’m guessing “Your nuts are in this box” is not a package most men expect to receive.

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Can you see the beautiful buck hidden behind the blueberry bushes?

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It seems Lord Dudley Mountcatten has had enough of the glorious fall foliage.

And finally, in honor of Halloween…

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I wish I’d seen this sooner.

It’s a holiday yard decoration I could totally get behind.

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Give New Yorkers an inch….

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Yours truly was born in New Jersey and my late father was Vice President of a Wall Street firm. We spent a lot of time in the city…. and I never ceased to be amazed at the resiliency of New Yorkers.

They adapt and barrel through life with a determination to be admired.

Case in point? The new law stating only dogs who fit in a bag will be allowed on the subway.

New Yorkers heard….

And in true Big Apple fashion, adapted.

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What I love most about these pictures? Even the dogs are New Yorkers.

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Best. Use. Of. L.L. Bean bag. Ever.

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And while all of those dog in bag shots are wonderful?

I think this last one wins the prize.

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Another one bites the dust.

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His Lordship was on high alert after hearing something in the backyard stone wall.

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Not finding anything, he tried the front lawn stone wall.

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After narrowly missing a chipmunk there….

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He returned to the back lawn stone wall… and waited.

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Patience paid off. He snatched a mouse out of a rock crevice and ran with it to the back door, which was thankfully closed. Rodent death was fairly quick this time around …

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So Dudley got bored with his prize and headed back to the wall. Leaving another fresh carcass for yours truly.

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Is it me?

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Christina’s World is one of Andrew Wyeth’s most famous paintings.

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So surely I can’t be the only one who sees the similarities here….

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Let’s examine the Museum of Modern Art’s description. I’ve circled the pertinent parts for comparison.

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Am I right, or am I right?

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And while Lord Dudley doesn’t have polio like poor Christina, he does share her propensity for crawling…. so I’m calling it.

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Random drivel

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We enjoy our nightly skunk visitors, occasional air pollution aside. They’re comical to watch but their presence often involves residual piles of poo. That normally isn’t an issue, but this morning’s deposit has definitely crossed the line.

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What up skunk!

Three acres of grass, fields and woods and you have to void your bowels on our kitchen landing?

Not cool skunk, most assuredly not cool.

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Well that’s a unique wine review.

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And apparently not well received.

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Have you ever wondered what your cat is really thinking? Judging from this picture of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, I’ve done something unforgivable.

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Damn it, now I can’t either.

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This is getting old.

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It rained heavily the other night, which means I woke up to this.

Again.

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My husband puts a paper towel in the bowl because he can’t stand to hear the dripping. This from the man who has the audio level of the television at 31.

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No matter how many times he fixes, replaces sections of, tars or flashes the roof?

This.

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It’s enough to make me scream because it doesn’t happen every time. We can have a rip roarer of a downpour and it will be fine. Then a normal shower will cause a breakthrough.

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So I bleached and patched the ceiling, again. Cursing under my breath the entire time.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

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Didn’t seem overly concerned.

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