A raccoon died in the front yard. Not sure why. This morning we saw it hiding the garden. Occasionally it would move around-- walk a few feet and then curl up in a ball.
After an hour of this, it stopped moving. RO poked it with a stick and it didn't react.
I picked it up with a garden fork, carried it the bush at the rear of the property and flug it into the bushes.
An Unspoken Benefit
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Always, after one of my visits to my MH professional, which I leave with
renewed vigor, I look back on my life before my journey of sobriety.
One of th...
Taxes -2025
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Casa Tipton-Kelly
Good morning folks.
I was going to apologize for not posting sooner or more often but these
days my routine has changed. So no apol...
Be Mindful Of What Was Always An Apex Predator
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*Today is The Man's Birthday. He's having a bit of an Old Man's Crisis
about it, he'd rather not acknowledge Birthdays anymore and just ignore
them. ...
Passions
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I’m not writing her much because new encounters keep turning into possible
entry points for short essays. I went to breakfast with Max on Sunday. He
and ...
Slow Productivity
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By Cal Newport
Do less.
Work at a natural pace
Obsess over quality.
Newport covers the way genius grow there ideas.
Now, do I want to grow my ideas? D...
Reflections
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I came into the New Year at 51.7kg. This week, 51.3 (113 lb, BMI 15.5).
Slowly, slowly.
Quitting alcohol has really changed everything. Losing the booze ...
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Dad
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*Growing up in our household was like a roller coaster ride, what with slow
suspenseful climbs, ups & downs, twists & turns, and brain-rattling rails
and...
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