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I just wish

I just wish I could go to sleep and not wake up until Hillary’s inauguration. Then I could miss all the stupidity in-between. To say nothing of the fact that it would be the best nap I’ve had since childhood. Continue reading →

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Pot and seniors

So the greatest demand for pot, and the fastest growing demographic for its use, is seniors. To which I say, welcome back fellow hippies. Now that the kids are gone, isn’t it delightful to munch a brownie, watch reruns of NCIS and not give a crap where your kids are since they are busy worrying where their kids are? We were right in the sixties and we are right now. Ban alcohol. Legalize pot. Continue reading →

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Here’s how you know you’re old

Got my hair done at the hairdresser. Dyed. Cut. Styled. Then came home, put on a t-shirt and spent the night hugging dogs and birds while watching TBBT reruns.

But I looked damn fine sitting on that couch.

In my youth, the whole hair thing would have been an excuse to go out. In my old age, it’s just what I have to do once a month to continue to look civilized enough to be in polite company.

All things considered, I’d rather be with my animals. And they don’t give a crap what my hair looks like. Continue reading →

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As I drag myself back from the edge of death…

I have been so sick for the past two weeks that I was ready to throw in the towel and see what the next world held. Then I heard an interview with Donald Trump. I can’t move very fast so it took a few seconds before I could change the channel. And in those few seconds, I realized that the reality of Donald Trump as a candidate for president of this country is so disturbing to me that I want to go back to that edge and see if what’s on the other side isn’t better. Can’t imagine how it Continue reading →

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I was going to complain but

Been sick for four days now. Sick as in unable to walk from bed to couch without being exhausted. I was going to complain until I heard last night that a wonderful lady who once worked for me, Sarah Jacoby, died on Sunday. Suddenly I found myself very grateful that I could still bitch and moan about my illness… something Sarah can no longer do. And knowing Sarah, something she never did. Continue reading →

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Baby bird season is here

Bird TLC already has its first clutch of mallard babies. This is pretty early but given the mild winter not surprising.

Please be careful if you plan to cut any trees down. Check for nests first. The birds don’t ask for a lot of time to raise their young. If you can hold off on a nest with a tree for just a little times, the babes will fly off on their own soon enough. Unlike millennials, they aren’t allowed to remain in the nest for long at all.

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