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Our House

This is the front of the house. In this picture the two areas on either side of the driveway have been freshly "terra-formed". The city offered to put in a swale to collect rainwater runoff from our roof, so we took them up on their offer. The swale is on the right-hand side; the left side merely runs onto the yard, but in a decorative way to mirror the right side. After they were done we had the driveway pressure-washed.

This is the swale area growth after a couple of seasons. It's fun to watch it fill up when we have a hard rain, which doesn't happen all that often.

This is the floor plan that was registered with the city. There are a few things that the builder changed. For instance, the front window is not a flat one, but a bay window, with a window seat. Also not on the plans are two skylights in the living room vaulted ceiling and one in the hall bathroom.

Jerry and I had been looking at condos but we didn't find anything we liked. Out of curiosity we looked into houses. This was the first one we saw and we fell in love with it.

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Happy Birthday To Me!

Today I am three-quarters of a century old.

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To the person who left a long and thoughtful comment on the post that accidentally appeared: Please accept my apologies for allowing the mistake to happen. What you saw were tools that I frequently use.

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It's a little silly of me, but I want to share something I accomplished the other day. It took over two hours for me to assemble this bad boy. It took so long because I took many breaks. The instructions said 15 minutes, but that's only if you're The Flash. The handle broke on our old green one...

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A blast from the past...

These are screenshots of scanned photographs. I'm around 28 years old.

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Happy V.D. Everyone!

I'm back, and let me tell you,
it was tough. I couldn't blog, I couldn't
check email, I couldn't do research
on this and that.
I did, however, get caught up on
my reading. That was good.

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Well, it appears that the star rating has finally been deleted. Sigh...

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I need to stop complaining about the hand I've been dealt...

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Since the star rating system is going away very, very soon, I came up with an interesting utilization of them. Simply "Rate This Blog" and let's see what we get.

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Well, this is embarrassing. For some reason, when I was scheduling posts Thursday evening, I obviously thought it was Friday evening. That explains why "Saturday Movies" was published on Friday. My bad. Oh well, life goes on. Anyway...

While I've got you here, I want to mention that the Star Rating System people have notified me that the stars will no longer work after December 20, 2025. They're quitting the business. What a shame, I really like those stars. They enable someone to give an opinion without having to go to all the trouble of leaving a comment. I'll be searching for a replacement.

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This past Saturday, Jerry and I attended an "Intergenerational Prom".
(I'm the one in the yellow hat ...er... taller one.)

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In Memoriam
Dexter
My Little Boy-Boy

January 2005 - September 15, 2025
He will be missed.

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Blueberry Buckle Snack Cake

After months and months of not baking anything, I finally got off my duff and put this together. The recipe and the blueberries came from our neighbors. The brute force to stir the unusually stiff batter came from me. I swear, I could have rolled it into balls and made cookies, it was so stiff.

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Happy
Birthday
To Me!

I'm 74 years old today.

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Come, grow old with me.
The best is yet to be.
The last of life,
For which the first
    was made.

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Does anyone know "Scott From Massachusetts" and
what might have happened to him? He hasn't left
a comment for over a month.

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For some odd reason I've been wanting to share with you the arrange­ment I've made for the disposition of my body after I die. I liken it to being put into a pressure cooker...

I want to be useful, even after death, but donating my body to science for educational purposes wasn't possible because schools and body farms wouldn't accept bodies with infectious diseases. Stupid. I checked into human composting, but it's even more ex­pen­sive than aquamation. At first, I didn't like the idea of my "essence" just going down the drain. Then I realized that all of my molecules and atoms will become part of the cycle of water: evap­oration, condensation, and then rain.

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You should see my other hand...

Seriously though, my other hand is fine. Our cat, Dexter, is 20 years old and has devel­oped a new habit of pooping only in his room, ON his bed (an old full-size bed), not in either of his two litter boxes. While that's not ideal, I'm grateful that that's where he does it, instead of random places in the house. Sometimes I notice that his butt needs a wipe, and he does NOT like that. Therefore, the injuries to my hand, which, I noticed, looks like a face. A face that lost...

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New Followers...

Thank You!

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Well, I hate to say this, but I ran outta steam. Shouldn't-a done so much. But the "sick" bedding needed to be washed. Jerry helped me with that while he also made chicken matzoh-ball soup. It was deli­cious. I also had homework to do for a new online therapy group I've started. I'll post as much as I can on Monday morning before group, and then more afterward.