I detest the phrase “happy place”

We are having “heavy rains” today—that’s how my Google Machine described it. So I’m sitting in the dark typing you even though the sun has been up for awhile. The “sun.” It’s allegedly here. Like Norm’s wife on Cheers.

Anyway, I wish I had anything to tell you. My days pretty much go like this: Get up, feed 200 pets, work and then work and work also, then trainer or financial advisor (I’ve been seeing one about my retirement, which is doable in a mere 15 years, so celllll-a-brate good times, come on!) then feed 200 pets and then lie about listlessly then bed. The End.

That pretty much sums up the last six months, other than the financial advisor, who is new.

It’s hard to blog during a pandemic.

And speaking of which, could you fucking comment? It’s really not easy to sludge self up for another day that looks like the one before and get on here and try to be interesting when you never leave the house and after all that, know that 39 people out of 1,500 said something.

Yeesch.

Speaking of blogging, last weekend I got curious about someone I used to follow back when everyone had blogs. She had a very cute visual blog and we shared the same taste in everything from bed linens to plates (in other words, she liked old cute shit too) and I just loved looking at her stuff. Her husband was hot, too. See? Same taste.

They adopted a baby and the worst thing happened: There was some sort of window for the birth mother to change her mind, and she did. So after a few days of just rapturous posts about her new baby, that new baby was gone. God, it was horrible.

Anyway, that musta been about the time I got divorced and started dating. Remember when I used to date? Because I got distracted and lost touch with her. I knew she’d successfully adopted another child and that was good.

So I checked in on her this weekend and not only does she still blog like I do, as apparently we have the same taste in doing something that was hot in 2009, she still has the same taste as me in general (still likes the shit your grandma liked in 1954) and her daughter is an actual fully formed person at this point, clocking in at 3 to 12 years old.

That was a relief.

Do you ever check in on people you used to follow? I sometimes wonder if anyone does that with me. “Who was that person I used to read? Bye Bye Cake? Hooray for Pie? What was it?” Then they go over to the old blog and eventually find me over here. And they say, Oh, she’s become a bitter old cat lady. OK!

Anyway, I have to go. I have already worked 40 hours this week but I have quite a day ahead of me, as the person sending me work said, “I have stuff to send you Friday but I don’t see how you’re gonna get it all done.”

I’ll catch you after my exciting weekend of crowds and lots of close contact with strangers.

From her happy place,
June

155 thoughts on “I detest the phrase “happy place”

  1. I love seeing your posts. They always brighten my day. I often wonder what happens to bloggers that just go away. No its been nice but I got better things to do or something like that. Its like when a classmate doesn’t come to school one day and you find out they’ve moved. Well, I guess I’d better get moving and dry my hair or ill look like Red Skelton the rest of the day.

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  2. Sorry. I often won’t comment because I get intimidated by wanting to look clever for y’all. And I’m not so much. Thank you so much for writing. Once again I am grateful for your page to come to to feel safe and part of something good. It wasn’t Posy was it? The blog? Post gets cozy? That happened to her too if it wasn’t her you were talking about.

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  3. I rarely comment. I am not funny and have very little to share. I thoroughly enjoy your blog and have been reading since the LA days. I look forward to your posts and do appreciate the time and effort you put in for our benefit. Thank you for all that you do and know that for some of us just commenting is a real struggle.

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  4. Sorry Jube just getting here. Yes, I am late to the party again! I had an ocular migraine that turned into a migraine, migraine, which made me want to find one of those gun-toting anti-maskers and tell him to wear a mask. Anyway, I feel you, and yes I do occasionally check on old bloggers and sometimes old loggers.

    It is Saturday and not Caturday for me and out my front door what appeared? Two chickens. Redheaded strangers they were. My Kahuna had put birdseed out for the doves and the chickens invited themselves to the feast. No, I do not live out in the country. Doesn’t everyone have chicken neighbors?

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    1. Oh goodness! I get those as well. No one knows what they are and when you try to explain, people think you’e nuts. I hope you’re feeling better!

      Commando Barbie

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  5. We had that happen with an adoption. 11th hour contract, drug addict Mom exercised her rights. In the end, it cost us probably 100k: travel, tests, paperwork, fees, inspections, interviews, fees. I didn’t have the energy to do it again even if we could have afforded it. It sucks but it made us stronger. And then we adopted 5 dogs from the animal shelter. Move over, crazy cat lady, it’s ripped from your arms baby lady to upstage you! It’s ironic funny now, wasn’t then but that’s how I know I’ve grown: dark humor. Wait, maybe that’s NOT good….

    Lovely post, pretty June. Your blogging is making the pandemic more pleasant for the rest of us!

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  6. I’ve read you for years, June, and have only commented a handful of times. So, please accept my apologies for that.
    I guess my reluctance to comment is because so many other commenters are witty, and while I’m witty in person, not confident in my written wittiness.
    Life right now sure feels like a hamster wheel. I stupidly had filler put in my marionette lines yesterday and woke up this morning looking like Lisa Rinna. And of course we have dinner plans tonight with our only couple friends and I’m going to have to explain what I did.

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  7. I am getting better about commenting. I used to feel like nobody would want to hear some pithy thing I had to say. I was off work today and I have this horrible problem in which the night before I am off, I stay up until a horribly unreasonable hour, and then sleep half my day away. I am not proud of this. And this is why I am commenting after midnight on the blog you lovingly wrote for us Friday morning..

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  8. I’m too scared to see a financial advisor. I think I’m going to die still working. And I really hate working. I don’t know why.

    I do check in on blogs I used to follow. And I always say I’m going to start reading them every day again. And sometimes I do for a few weeks but I always get bored. I’ve only stuck with you, because even when you think you don’t have much to talk about you’re still very interesting.

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  9. You’re absolutely right to be annoyed about the comments. I often comment on (Face)book of June (and I almost never post on my own page) . I think it’s a little easier on FBoJ and there’s more back and forth, you’re more likely to see a ‘like’ or three. I will try harder to leave a comment.

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  10. I’ve wondered about seeing a financial advisor. I worry that they will look at my finances and totally judge me. They’ll be all “good grief lady. Get it together!”

    Someone posted about the humans of New York posts on Tanqueray. I am riveted! I come here and read the blog and then head there and read about Tanqueray.
    I used to read several blogs and when I ran out of reading, I’d check the blog roll on someone’s page to look for another. The good old days. I’m so glad my favorite blogger is still writing, Joooon!

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  11. I need a trainer. Have avoided my exercise classes (even though they are taking all precautions) because it always seems like I’m about to be around someone who really does NOT need to get covid. I have no self-discipline to do anything on my own.

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  12. I comment all the time because I’m annoying that way. How fun it was to read the comments today!
    My life has similarly gotten very worky lately, and some days I don’t get to read until the evening. I really like the everyday ordinary things about life in a neighborhood, so reading about yours is a treat!

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  13. I will try harder to comment even though I hate social media, I consider this to be sorta that. I don’t feel the need to share a lot online, but I do have strong opinions. Plus right now I’m just trying to float along and get through it. All the pandemic, RBG, BLM, injustice, politics, etc, is really bringing me down… I’m not trying to offend anyone, but I am just in disbelief and disgust in what this country has turned into. So… it’s probably best to not make it worse and just keep my damn mouth shut, with a mask over it.

    Thanks for writing, it’s much enjoyed and a bright spot in the world right now.

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      1. Joins the crowd…Tosses individual bottles of wine and packaged corn nuts out for all to set up their lawn chairs nice and socially distanced.
        Going to get worse before it gets better, I’m afraid. Just important that we come out on the other side SMARTER and not making the same mistakes. Please, for the love of everything polka dotted.

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  14. I am one of those folks who stopped reading (no idea why) but then one day thought “huh, wonder what happened to that pie lady?” and wound up here again. 🙂 And I like seeing your post emails in my inbox, even if it’s to gripe about the neverending pandemic, you do it with style! And cats!

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  15. I love your blog – you write so well and whether it’s funny or sad, it’s always worth reading. I will try to comment more often. I used to read So Not Zen – it would be nice to know what she’s doing now.

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  16. Funny you should ask everyone to comment, I was planning to and here we are.
    At some point last night, I started thinking about you and how you have grown over the years. I remember how much you wanted to be with someone, to have someone want to be with you, and the heartbreak you went through.
    Now here you are working, working out, running your very own animal rescue AND you have a financial advisor!?!?!? You’re planning your retirement!?!?!? You are taking care of you, and I am so happy for you.

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  17. I enjoy your blog tremendously. You could say it is my happy place! Thanks for doing what you do. You are truly appreciated. I miss all the blogs that were around years ago.

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  18. Lovely post, June. I enjoy reading you every day, whether you are happy as a clam or cross as a bear. A nice, pretty bear.

    I remember some old blogs…Out of Character, Fussy, Ninja Poodles, and Julia of Here Be Hippogriffs. I think they all ended abruptly and I continue to wonder how they are doing these days.

    Rants and Granny Pants is a pleasure, too. Hope that one starts up again….HINT, HINT!!

    Hope everyone has a nice weekend.

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      1. And! Fussy is Eden Kennedy and she is on Twitter and Insta. She lost her husband unexpectedly in the last year or so and I think her son has started college.

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    1. I miss Julia’s blog, too – Periodically I try to think how old the twins would be by now. Patrick is close in age to my oldest. June’s is the only blog I still follow – and guilty as charged for very rarely commenting. Sorry, June! Will try to do better! (Yes, I’ve said that before. I’m an introvert, even in writing. *sigh*)

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  19. I am commenting that it is raining drippily in Virginia, my dog is snoring and if something mildly entertaining doesn’t happen soon, I will be snoring, too. I used to follow a blog by this woman would go on about her perfect life and soon showed that she had nothing but disdain for the imperfect among us. I quit her. Then a few years later, I checked on her and she had had a horrible infection that wrecked her. Made her (gasp!) gain weight and generally experience some really imperfect shit. It didn’t make me want to follow her again, but it goes to show that even perfect people sometimes experience shit in their lives (though not often enough, imho).

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  20. Reading your blog is my happy place. And I am a monogamous blog reader though I’m about to cheat and check in on Hyperbole.
    Thanks for continuing to peck away at the old Underwood. I appreciate you.

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  21. Well! Look at this! From no commenting, to commenting twice in one day! I have come back to thank you all, for letting me know that I am not the only one whose panic/anxiety attacks, and depression has gotten worse through this our time of quarantine and pandemic. I honestly thought that I was the only one feeling more anxiety ridden than normal! Staying in the house due to the fear of somehow passing something to my elderly parents(which i take care of) or my grandbaby(which i also take care of daily), has done nothing good for mental health. I worry endlessly, and it is a bit of comfort to know that I am not the only one struggling!!

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    1. You are most certainly not alone! And there you are, taking care of all those other people. Kudos! You’re an Official Pandemic Heroine. I’d tell you to watch the mail for your certificate, but given the Post Office problems . . .

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  22. Hi! I read every day, but never comment, because, well….anxiety ridden in social situations (yes, this counts as a “social situation “). I am a housewife/mom/grandma, so basically I never go anywhere, and my kids tell me that I have trained for this quarantine/social distance thing my whole life! But, I SO appreciate you sharing your life, pets, pet peeves with all of us. Some days, you, your not blog, and the comments are the only grown-up interaction I have! You cannot imagine the comfort of me knowing that I am not the only person in the world that takes in the strays(6 cats and 2 dogs, 1 eye-rolling husband, and counting), spends a substantial amount of time feeding the aforementioned squad of critters, and also not the only one to have gray/curly bad hair issues. (By the way, June, you have LOVELY hair. I have The Hair Envy.) I also envy your energy and commitment to your personal training. In short, thank you. You make us smile daily, and I worry about your headaches when you skip a day.

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  23. I stop by to read your not-blog and comments every day, but I don’t comment because I am boring and not funny or clever, as so many here are. Thanks for doing it!!!

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  24. First I hate when someone says “Can I be honest with you,” because that implies they constantly lie all the other times they talk when they don’t start a sentence off with that. Anywho, lately I have been getting mini-panic attacks because I am getting old (way older than you, Joob) and this pandemic is wasting so much of the time I have left. We are very much still in lockdown in this house, and it is making me just hum with stress constantly. Not to mention everything else in the world that isn’t good which I don’t have to go into now. But man, it is a bad time. I am feeling smothered. So I am just trying to find good where I can and do all the touchy-feely things to help me get through the day. That last sentence made me barf a little. So I guess I am still ok.

    Once in a while I go on GOMI – discovered through you – where the snark runs deep for all bloggers. Other than that I occasionally check The Bloggess. You are my only real blogging destination.

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    1. Can I be honest with you? is a question I interpret as: I’m going to say something I know will offend you but it won’t be my fault because you said I could. I best answer for that question is I think not.

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    2. Joining you in mimi-panic attacks, I turn sixty seven in eleven days. This, to me, is unbelievable. The fact that I will be seventy in three years is obscene.

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      1. I also turn sixty-seven in 12 days. Oct 7th. I don’t know how I got here so fast from 30. (I thought that was old then. I actually cried on my birthday.)

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  25. June, you are my shining example when it comes to pets and funny. I aspire to have a house full of cats but for now, just one. He doesn’t like other cats – growls at them if he sees them outside and when one was perched on a window sill, he was body slamming the window. Of course the other cat just sat there and washed his paws.

    My husband and I are both retired and as long as he goes to play golf 4 days a week it is fine. I love having my alone time. Unfortunately, he just had some minor surgery that will keep him from swing a golf club for the next 2 weeks. I may need to come hide out in your shed June!

    I also read Posie Gets Cozy since you mentioned it many years ago and love her photos. And her daughter is precious and getting so grown. Don’t ready many other blogs except for a few decorating ones just to get ideas. I don’t miss work but do miss some of the people. These days the only folks I interact with are my husband and my 83 year old mom who is going downhill. She insists on living alone and doesn’t want us to help her do anything. The last time I was over at her house, it smelled like the inside of a dumpster so it may be time to think about alternate living arrangements. I am an only child and do not look forward to going through all her “stuff”. When she moved here 15 years ago she upsized her house so it is now packed full of junk and old clothes. Ugh.

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    1. Feel ya, Bamacarol. And let me clue you in, it wouldn’t matter if you had two siblings you would probably still be taking care of your mother as though you were an only child. No, not bitter in the least. I also know how a dumpster smells.

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    2. Bama, been there as care giver. It’s tough. One room at a time. Check the trash often. It doesn’t matter if you have siblings, rarely do they help.
      Tee

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  26. I read and appreciate your funny , then come back through the day to read the comments.
    Sometime in there I usually find something to comment on and some days comment more than once. I don’t know if that is allowed,but , no one yelled at me yet and that liver slap is a long way from here.
    I am always entertained and made to grin by the things that you write.
    I used to worry my grammar and punctuation sucked and would offend you . Now, I just comment with feeling and hope you limp through it.
    We can’t all be June, but that makes the world go ’round. If we were all the exact same we would tire of each other.
    No matter how trivial you may think some things are , it makes for funny the way you tell about it.
    Keep it up, good work.
    Love it, love you.

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  27. Thank you for blogging June. I really do appreciate it and enjoy reading you every time you blog. Have a great weekend!

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  28. I always try to comment each day. You are always interesting and funny. I’ve followed Posie for years because off your referral. Her photos are beautiful. Have you seen her last post?! THEY HAVE A KITTEN!

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  29. June! No I do not comment a lot. But I want you to know that your blog (non-blog?) is a highlight of my day! I wish we had some of your rain too. I talk to people online all day that are anxious and depressed, sad and lonely – of course, I am an online therapist and so that is my from home job- but… Reading about your very interesting life – just always makes me smile. hugs…

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  30. The highlight of my morning is checking to see if you’ve posted a new piece. Then, I update my co-worker (the dog in the before times, now co-worker) about all of your pets. He stays awake for the update which is considerable interest on his part. I miss the days when I didn’t have to take my co-workers outside to use the restroom and then clean it up.

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  31. That lady in your current top o’ blog pic creeps me out. She’s wearing a cute gray lady-like/proper attire for the timeframe outfit and has her lips wrapped around that bottle like…I can’t think of a polite way to phrase it. It’s not the rude descriptions in my head that creep me out. It’s the amount of backwash in that bottle. Whenever I see someone that doesn’t know how to use a bottle properly, I want to slap them in the back of the head.

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  32. I’ve read all the comments today and enjoyed seeing familiar names. How much I love your not-blog goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. You are always a bright spot in my day.

    In a normal year, I would be visiting out-of-state family next week, but this is not a normal year so that’s not going to happen. Hopefully, next year.

    I’ve actually enjoyed hearing the light rain last night but am glad it stopped in time for SadieDog’s morning walk. Speaking of rain, I hope Texas Kari and your readers who were in the middle of flooding rains are all okay.

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  33. This should be the 61st (or thereabouts) “f*$@king comment” you requested. “Ask, and ye shall receive.” Sometimes we all have to be those barking seals who get fish tossed to them. We have to ask for what we want/need. You can die waiting for other people to figure it out on their own. Which reminds me how much fun it is to pull up your non-blog and see WordPress report that it is transferring data from “effingjune”. Whoever she may be, she is certainly hilarious. And you are not posting into a bottomless pit. I realize from reading the comments that we’re all being sort of pandemic parasites — we don’t comment because we don’t think we’re doing anything interesting. You don’t think you’re doing anything interesting, but it’s absolutely fascinating and highly entertaining for the rest of us. Always but especially now. So we’re just a bunch of vampires feeding off of your daily observations but lacking the energy to give back with comments. [I’m sorry — I just re-read all of this and realize it took a rather gruesome turn. I blame the pandemic.]

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  34. I’m jealous of your rain, heading into another heat wave here and the fires have been so bad. Our movie theaters just reopened and the local news interviewed someone who was going to all the movies at the multiplex (there’s an annoying word!) because he missed the “movie experience”. WTF? I don’t want to sit in a popcorn scented petri dish. I have a tv and a popcorn popper. Anyhow, I’m saving my Covid exposure points to work at the polls on election weekend. Curmudgeonly yours….

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  35. I’m so sorry that my commenting has fallen off. I’ve been quarantined with my depression and added some anxiety and a little insomnia, just for fun. I just never feel I have anything of value to add. Other than thank you, which I should have been doing.
    Thank you, June, for living in this damn pandemic and continuing to find things to blog about that help so many of us get through our day.

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    1. LisaPie in TX, remember up there where Sadie said she likes seeing the familiar names? Me, too. Yours is a long time familiar name and I always like to see it. All of you who comment regularly, just seeing your names picks a person up.

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  36. Happy Place? There ain’t no stinking’ Happy Place! For me anyway. I got the Mildly Amusing Place, and sometimes the Who Cares Place. That is the best I can do for now. Today I’m more in the Let Me Tell You What I Think About Your Political Post on Facebook Place. Cranky. Who me? Yes. So, June, take care of yourself. You are in a challenging time too and I do care.

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    1. The Happy Place – this is truly a fictional place that you can construct for yourself. It is really nice if you can do it – the world is nutso and we need somewhere to escape to!

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          1. And that summarizes the plot of the movie, Sadie! Congratulations. June will send you a box of Movietime popcorn. Maybe. OK – not.

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        1. I like 65 degrees with an ENE wind, light jacket weather for me. I’ll take cloudy to get cool but with sun is a bonus. You can’t please everyone.

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  37. Sure, June, complain about your measly 39 comments. I haven’t seen that many since 2010. I just blog into the ether now, but it keeps me sane, so I will keep doing it. And sometimes I do check in on favorite bloggers of yore. Half of them are divorced, because middle age can suck. All of them have kids that are now impossibly old (I think, and then I remember that my “kids” are also impossibly old), but it’s really nice to see them, still plodding away at the ol’ typewriter or whatever. A lot of my favorites no longer blog, though – Facebook swallowed them up. I like Facebook, but it’s not the same.

    Don’t leave us, June!

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  38. So sorry I haven’t been commenting much lately. I’m like the woman in the hammock. Love your blog and It is one of about three that I read regularly. Most of the ones I used to follow have quit blogging.

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  39. I am a very good listener not much of a talker. So please continue, I’m listening. Plus I’m so afraid I’ll misspell something or use the wrong punctuation. A lot of anxiety. If it’s ok I’ll just be here nodding my head.

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  40. Your non-blog is the highlight of my day…..I’m out here in CA and I start work from home (years before the rona) really really early as I report to a team in Ireland (fekking 8 hour time difference kicks my ass), by the time I get thru the “have to get shit done today” items, I’m reading you in my late afternoon or after dinner and feel like I’ve missed the active comments window of the day, but I faithfully read thru them all and occasionally comment.
    Here’s my random comment thoughts for today to make up for lost time….
    Back when I was working in an office, I’d read about a dozen blogs a day, mostly DIY or funny writers or ones that I was referred to thru other blogs…..I’m pretty sure that’s how I landed on ByeByePie – I was on Nester…..only have about 6 bookmarked now….will kill some time this weekend and roll thru to see who’s still doing what. Covid boredom is very real.
    I love following along with MyMillhouse’s renovations on IG.
    You brought me Kit and her fabulous store – I love vintage shopping and have ordered many items that she’s very kindly & carefully shipped.
    I still read every post here and on FB secretly hoping that Steely Dan will randomly pop back into your life and think he & Millhous would run the cat gang in your hood (you’d for sure by on NextDoor daily) and I miss Lu.
    You also brought me Posie Gets Cozy, devastated by their adoption journey, I cheered when they were able to adopt the second time – she’s my go to when I need a full on mental break, her photos are breathtaking.
    My brother just relocated to the Charlotte area this past month and the very first thought I had was “oooh I’ll get to visit June’s neck of the woods and shop at Kit’s in person when I visit!”
    Forrest Lawn is my black kitty Chico’s spirit twin, I’m looking forward to his antics.
    Your tarot reading for me was spot-f’ing-on and I’ve not yet emailed you back to say thank you…..
    Thanks for being you and sharing so much of yourself with all of us, it’s appreciated beyond measure and has brought a daisy-chain of delightful things to all of our lives (see examples above).

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  41. You are my one and only. I may have checked some out but I don’t remember any of them and never read one more than a couple times. I stay for the good vibes and humor.

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  42. Will be stampeding to Hyperbole and a Half after I leave this comment.
    I also think about Siren ALL the time and worry about her.

    Even though you think you’re boring, you are a bright spot in all of our days, and there’s comfort in your daily minutiae. What a weird word that is.

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  43. Count me in with the group that has abandoned all blogs except yours. I read every day and appreciate every time you blog. I’m terrible at commenting, just like I’m terrible with calling my mother. Sometimes I plan to come back and comment then never do. But most of the time lately, I am just in a space where I feel like I have absolutely nothing to say.

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  44. I’m very tired of this rain. Enough already. When it is so dark in the house I put all the lights on and it drives my husband and daughter insane. Not the part about the electric bill which will be thousands of dollars, but just the lights on at an odd time of the day irks them. I used to follow so many blogs before Instagram and yours and two others are the only ones I’ve kept. There are two that I would love to check in with but I can’t remember the names of them. Something that annoys us when people refer to their husband as “the mister” or their children as “little miss” ugh I can’t stand it. I know it’s a privacy thing, but you have pictures of them on the blog every day, you can’t say their name? I think we can find it out if we really want to. I like all the old Grandma stuff, too. It’s the best. Better than happy place signs, white washed furniture and barn doors.

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    1. Leanne, is the mister a band director? If so, that might be the lady that is friends with Beverly IRL. Beverly, help me! The friend I met at your house, I’m so embarrassed I can’t remember her real name or her blog name!
      Tee

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  45. 10 years ago I read at least 20 blogs on a regular basis. Yours is the only one I still read. I’m in my 30s with a kid and a husband and only one pet so we don’t have a ton in common, but I find your writing hilarious and am always entertained by how you can make the mundane days interesting.

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  46. Dear June, I love your not-blog. I haven’t commented much because my life is just not very exciting. It’s been an adjustment for me having my husband work from home. I’m a retired teacher who enjoyed my quiet time at home with my dog. After 6 months of having my dear husband working from home, I think I’m finally OK with having him pop-up from his basement office to say, “What are you doing?” or “What’s for lunch?” I’ve gotten used to it. It’s a good thing I love him so much otherwise I would have had to wring his neck about 3 months or so ago. I guess this is a preview of what it will be like when he finally retires. Huh…wasn’t ready for the preview, thank you very much.

    Thank you for brightening my mornings. You are an excellent writer. I enjoy hearing about your herd of animals. I luff Edsel but really miss Lu. What a character! I find Milhouse adorable and am glad he has a new energetic playmate with Forest. Please tell us more about those two goofballs.

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  47. I should comment more, but I am the quiet one. I love your blog, June, and would miss it terribly should you stop. I have a million things that I could be doing in this quarantine, but just don’t. Trying to get rid of our shit and inherited shit before we kick the bucket, so the kids don’t have to deal with it. At least you have a kitten to entertain you! I just have one elderly cat who howls all night and keeps us awake. You have inspired me to get out my Tarot cards and book and learn. Maybe I can get that done. We have rooms that need painting, hoo care. Sorry to be a Debbie Downer, (ducks) but you said “comment.”

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  48. I am always fascinated by adoption stories, and it’s rare to get one about an adoption gone wrong. I follow an author who adopted two young teenage girls from Africa, and then “re-homed” them. I think they had been with her for under a year. I always wanted so much more information about that! Why did it have to happen? Are the girls OK now? What would the emotional fallout be in this situation? Give me an adoption story and I’m watching it!

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  49. The fact that you can take pandemic life and actually write whole paragraphs about it, daily, is astounding. I’ve deleted lots of content over the years because I can’t get crap done if I’m online all the time. But you’re a keeper.

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  50. We’ve got the rains here too in Central Virginia. Pretty depressing. I am heading to Nags Head this weekend though as we have rented a cottage there for the week so that should be interesting. The way this year is going I’ll probably just end up getting eaten by a shark. We made this reservation many moons ago before this COVID shit. I generally avoid people anyway but will be super avoiding them this time. We are bringing all of our groceries and it’s just us and the dogs. Just realized I really don’t even want to stop to use the bathroom on the way there so that will be a neat challenge. The only place that I’ve left the house to go to for like the past few months has been the grocery store maybe once a week. I feel bad as I rarely comment even though I read you all the time. I get ready to, then rethink it, then delete it because it’s not interesting enough. What anxiety? By the way your tarot reading was accurate.

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  51. Your blog is the only one I’ve stuck with. I’ll occasionally find a blog while clicking on shit on pinterest. I’ll read a while then get over it. Nobodies life is that perfect. I guess I need a crusty jaded cat lady blog. Thanks for filling that void(That’s what she said).
    Lovely post, June

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  52. I wish I had something funny or snarky to comment, but dude, I was up all night with the DIARRHEA. Did anyone catch the news story about a woman named Emily who resisted arrested because she had to poop? I was that chick last night.

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    1. OMG, a new thing to worry about! I have speeded to get home and poop. I almost ran over the next door neighbors the other night. It had been a long ass day and I was exhausted. My old house that I am emptying is forty minutes away and the ride home in the dark is not fun. I had been to Walmart too which is 25 minutes away and on the way home. I needed Salmon and peas grain free dog food, I was completely out. So now the neighbor hates me. Eight-thirty felt horribly late and I’d had a f**ker tailgating me with high beams for miles. I was driving ten miles over the speed limit. I did not call the neighbor a c**t until I got in the house. She yelled at me did I know there are children in this neighborhood? No, I’m blind and deaf and I drive. OY. I was wrong, I f**ked up. Now I drive like a snail down the road. I did mostly before too. He has an acre but there are people all around it. I would not walk in the street in the dark for safety sake but I am twice their age. Three less humans in the house though so yay for that. Down to just three now and I like his son. He may be moving out too. My life is not boring now. I long for some of that.

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  53. Lovely post, June. I try to comment most days just so you’ll know you’re appreciated. Like others have mentioned, I think 2020 has gotten to me. I feel like I have brain mush from not being able to go out to eat with friends and have adult(ish) conversations. Somehow, emails just aren’t the same.

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  54. Lovely post, June. It amazes me that you can blog this much while in lock down. You truly have a gift. You are much appreciated!

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  55. Well what to say – 2020 has been a total crapfest – break in with added bonus of stolen id, then some medical shit, then the dog died, then the thieves tried to use stolen id, then last week hey you need a new car this one is unsafe – UNSAFE I say – so yeah your blog is the bright side in my day not my happy place but I agree what a load of tripe. You do entertain so thank you!

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  56. Sorry that I don’t comment more. I still read and appreciate your writing. You have a gift. You share it with us. I’m thankful that you do.

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  57. I am terrible at finding people I used to follow on blogs. I like to think I’m keeping up with the social media stuff but obviously I am not. My brain is fried right now because I’m getting ready to retire at the end of next week and I have figured out why so many people have heart attacks right after they retire. It’s because they had to get through those last two weeks of work. People are so damn dumb.

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    1. Crap, why did that put my email address there? Proves my point about not being up to speed on the internet. Oh well, it’s an old spam trap email anyway.

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  58. I’m sorry I don’t comment enough. Your blog is number 1 with me. It is amazing to think how many blogs there were even 10 years ago and now hardly any. People actually got rich doing them. I am ready to go back to work! I am a homebody but now a hermit.

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  59. Keep up the good work. I am disappointed whenever you do not have a daily entry. Since we live so far away from each other this blog keeps me close to your daily life. I’m very happy about that.

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    1. I try to remind myself that “daily life” is really the only life we have. There’s a little painted rock on the path I walk my puppy on every morning that says “I need a miracle every day.” Amen. So I started texting my friends whatever miracles I encounter each day, however small (microscopic, some days) they may be. Hummingbirds. Wildflowers. Puppy antics (never ending). It’s been a surprisingly gratifying way to stay in touch with people. Blogging by text, I guess.

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  60. How about the wine posts and fun phrases? “Wine is the answer! I can’t remember the question.” Like it’s cute and funny to be a raging alcoholic if you are a suburban mom. It reminds me of the happy homemakers in Valium back in the day. I will try to comment more and will try to consistently use the same blog commenting pseudonym.

    Belle

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  61. I am trying to do the online dating thing at 54. Every couple of months I become enraged and delete my profile. Most of the men that contact me are looking for a side piece. Fuckers! Sorry, got enraged.

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    1. Ugh…I’m so sorry! This is the reason I haven’t tried to date after my divorce. So not worth it!

      June, been reading your blog for years and rarely comment. Delurking to say thank you for making my day a little brighter with your blog.

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  62. I used to read lots of blogs but Facebook kind of took that place, except for yours. Did anyone besides me read Nienie Chronicles? She was a Mormon who was severely burned in a plane crash and her husband was slightly burned. She needed lots of surgeries and seemed so brave. However, she always talked sickeningly sweet about her husband and I was always waiting for that fairytale to implode. I wonder if it has by now. He left her in the burning plane and insisted he heard her say to go on and get out. That’s why I wasn’t too keen on him. I’ll have to check up on her.

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    1. I read her too! They actually live in NC new and have an Instagram account. I don’t know if she still blogs. They are still together and take a weekly family photo to post in their Sunday best.

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  63. I read your blog regularly but rarely comment and for that I apologize. (Should there be a comma after “that”?) Back when I was reading many different blogs, there came a time when it felt as though people stopped blogging soon after I started following them. I started to get a complex. When you took a break from writing, I was certain I was the blogger killer. I appreciate that you came back to share your writing with us. At this point, I cannot recall the names of the other bloggers I used to read. I know I found Siren through you, she was fascinating to read. I also read Hyperbole, happy to hear she’s back at it!
    I will work on being better at commenting more regularly.
    Admiringly,
    DeDe

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  64. In addition to your not-blog, I used to read one by a mother of two little girls. She posted about her simple lifestyle and cute hand-crafted decorative objects she made or found. Then they had to move somewhere and I lost track of her. Her style wasn’t mine, but somehow it was restful to read about. No idea what the blog name was.

    It’s raining again, but I still went to the picnic shelter in the park to work out with my trainer at 7:30 this morning. I guess when it gets too cold to work out there, we’ll have to meet here. No way I’m setting foot in the rec center gym. It’s bad enough that I have to go to the grocery store every two weeks. Maybe I should use Food Lion to Go, but I like to pick out my own produce, which is the bulk of my shopping. Have you ever been dissatisfied with items your shoppers have chosen?

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    1. I tried instacart once. I was very dissatisfied with items the shopper picked for me. I’m sure they picked up the first bunch of broccoli they saw, the same with the other produce I selected and I ended up with four POUNDS of bananas when I thought I was ordering four bananas. Notice I said once, not happy with the experience at all.
      Tee

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      1. That’s what I was afraid of. It’s one thing to pick out a specific brand and size of canned goods, but I want to choose my own produce and meat.

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  65. I think we are all experiencing tedium and anxiety about the lockdown. So, it’s hard to comment and “take a nothing day and suddenly make it seem worthwhile.” I can’t imagine how hard for you with your work stresses on top of everything. But, we do appreciate your thoughtful, funny, and sometimes poignant writing.

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  66. Some random questions….what kind of home delivery do drug dealers get? Like the illegal kind? I honestly don’t know.
    I love your blog and have read it since you went a year without spending. I even figured out your real name back in the day by hovering ( stalking really) on one of the pictures of you and Marvin dancing at a wedding and your real last name was the pictures name. Whew. Anyway, I am 54 years old and all of your references are my references too….and they delight me to no end. Like yesterday ..Bernie from Room 222….did you know the kids now where their hair like that again today….like on purpose? Can I say like one more time. I thought we may even have a Mr. Kotter reference here soon. Even though I’m married ( not so happily) and have twin teenagers I feel like you are completely relatable. I feel like we would be friends in real life. I am as cynical and jaded as they come. I need quiet to work. I love my dogs more than I could explain. I had a complicated relationship with my Dad. I could go on and on…oh yeah..I’m the one years ago that told you I thought Edsel was a Carolina dog. The end.

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  67. I am still living the lockdown life and working from home too. I don’t have a trainer or a financial advisor sadly . I really need both . I feel like I am getting grumpier by the day when I see people on social media out doing things . I think a lot of people just moved on with their life. After my oldest daughter (she is 23) had Covid in June it really made me more paranoid. So I rarely leave the house and it is very boring .
    So glad to hear about your Covid life June !

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  68. Listen, I read your blog because your life is so much more thrilling than mine, but if you’d like a comment I will tell you this…I have 2 senior dogs, a very senior cat, and a frisky middle-aged cat. After I read your blog In the mornings, I verbally update my pets on your pets. I think my motley crew look forward to hearing about Eds and Gang (and we were truly saddened when Talu died). You don’t just have a huge human following but the domesticated pet crowd enjoys your shenanigans as well. Enjoy the rain for me…the only downside of living in Colorado is the extreme dryness. Bah.

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    1. See, June? The “domesticated pet crowd” is a HUGE demographic! Any non-blogger would be thrilled to have that audience. Sadly, they rarely comment online so you probably weren’t even aware of how vast your audience really is.

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  69. A rainy weekend, stuck inside the house, is my “happy place”.
    I felt your cringes and saw your eye twitches all the way from over here in Tucson.
    But really I think I was made for the pandemic and don’t want to go back to working in the office ever again. Working and staying home has made my life easier. I feel less stressed out. Except that maybe I’m becoming somewhat agoraphobic.

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  70. Thanks for the mentions of other blogs, most of the bloggers I have read through the years have stopped blogging and I greatly appreciate that you still blog and how often you do it! In these working from home times I bet a lot of blog reading has been going by the wayside. When I had to be at my desk at work and look busy all day I did a lot more blog reading. I think working from home has made people more efficient workers.

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  71. I hope you’re getting paid by the hour!

    I watched a fascinating video on YouTube yesterday on how to make fried pies. Yes, my fat ass needs to know something like that. The woman who made them used lard that she had just “rendered” to make them, but said we could use shortening instead. Guess what I have on my grocery list for this weekend. (I order online and get delivery.)

    I’m ready for this rain to be over, but what would I be doing if it weren’t raining? Nothing. Home improvement-type projects. Ugh.

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  72. I will try to do better at commenting. I come here every day looking for a new post, read it and chuckle, and then hop off to get back to work, but I can see how it would be discouraging to try to come up with something great to write only to have no one comment.
    I guess I just feel like if I don’t have anything spectacular/funny/interesting to add I should just keep going…see, even right now I’m second guessing THIS comment. Okay, I’ll stop now.

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  73. I am pandemically bored, but will comment to say just that. Waving in the direction of Saginaw from the other side of the border, where my region is fresh out of corona at this time.

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  74. Well ok..’And speaking of which, could you fucking comment? ’ made me laugh so hard! I LOVE your blog, and I love the cool old pics you have as a header. Your blog is a bright spot in my daily routine.

    I feel like this COVID crap has been particularly hard for people who live alone so I try to to reach out to friends in that sitch regularly; I guess a phone call or a distance walk is better than nothing? I am definitely glad to be living above the border at this time, although our numbers in Canada are creeping back up with a 2nd wave looming.

    Speaking of bloggers you used to read, I used to read Miss Doxie but can’t find her anymore. You have mentioned a Miss Doxie before in your blog a couple of times; I asked in a comment once if she was still around but you didn’t respond. It’s ok I’ve forgiven you- and if I find her again you will still be my favourite! Whenever I’m reading a book and find an typo or word error, I think of you as in “isn’t this what June does…she wouldn’t have let that slip through’. Hope the rain quits so you can get outside.

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    1. Sorry if I didn’t respond. Sometimes during work hours I read comments, which come to me as emails, and think, “I’ll answer after work: and then of course forget. Miss Doxie doesn’t blog anymore. Through the magic of the internet we became real life friends and

      OH MY GOD!

      The damn drug addicts next door had their salesperson here and she apparently walked in some flooded grass while making her home delivery and just SCREECHED and I thought someone was dead. Jesus. Go ahead and have your MaryJane business but shut the hell up. I am still shaking.

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  75. I love your writing, and I love your blog, June. I love your cats and your dogs and your every day life, everyday. I like finding similarities between you and your commenters and myself. Irks that I never knew I had until you unearthed them. I don’t like the phrase ‘happy place’ either. Are there any happy places?
    There are blogs that I used to read that have fallen away. I miss them too and wonder if they have recreated under another name or in another place. Is there a list somewhere that I could visit? I remember when blogs had lists of their favorite blogs and from those lists I found new favorites. I found you through The Nester.
    Our desktop is in for repairs and I am using my husbands laptop to read and write and comment. I tried to leave a comment yesterday but it disappeared. I will try again today.

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  76. I’m so old I know who you’re referencing. And her blog is lovely, a real respite of an intentionally beautiful life in Portland.

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  77. Hey. Long time.

    Posey Gets Cozy. Honest to gosh, I just clicked on her blog this morning. First time in forever. She’s like my other half – the half who actually knows how to do things that are creative and useful and beautiful all at once.

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      1. Oh I have read Posie Gets Cozy for a long time. I am 100% charmed by her Oregon cottage life!! Her whole existence is as if a Laura Ashley fabric came to life, and I am HERE FOR IT.

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    1. I was jumping for joy when I saw her posts. I’m preordering the book for sure!
      (sorry this comment is days late. I’m just getting caught up.)

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  78. I used to read blogs like it was my job (it wasn’t), when I was at work. I wonder often about how/where those people went… not all of them moved to Twitter/Instagram/Facebook, and even if they did, not all of them are public. So you’re not alone in a crowd, there.

    Also – I just read a blurb somewhere that sent me to a blog of a DIY/decor person allegedly. I will never recover from my quick read of that person’s blog. In every post, and more than once, she writes, apparently unironically, “(Giggle…)” and it makes my skin crawl. So don’t do that!

    I have work planned this weekend as well, sadly. For which I, too, will not be paid. Sigh. I hope the rain stops and you and Edz can take a drive….

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  79. Hi June,

    I’ll comment. Just don’t really have anything to say other than I completely understand the Reminiscence.

    Things will get better. I will get out of lockdown at the end of November that will stop me being fined between nearly $2,000 and $5,000 if I essentially step much further than my front door.

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    1. We appreciate those of you who abide by the lockdown regulations even if it isn’t done wholeheartedly. My family has been on lockdown since March 6, 2020, All 5 of us. My oldest child (24 years old) is in the extremely high-risk category so all of us have voluntarily chosen a life of isolation. My place of employment is also in the high-risk category so I am tested every 96 hours, not allowed to travel anywhere, have a list of restrictions and activities that are rated by risk.

      The father of my children doesn’t believe in COVID, his wife (a Pediatric Nurse Practitioner) has a very lackadaisical attitude about it which makes for interesting discussions about visitation activities regarding our youngest child.

      Other than that the highlight our days is when our bad dog (who we recently discovered may not actually be so bad) learns to obey a new command. Hops or Hopsy is majority Rhodesian Ridgeback, having recently discovered they were bred for lion hunting it explains a lot of his behavior that we were calling bad. Now it makes more sense and we can’t blame the dog if he was bred to behave like a lunatic.

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  80. I’m getting nervous as phrases like happy place and if the good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, tend to creep into my vernacular, and I so wouldn’t want to annoy! But I promise I don’t Live, Love, Laugh. Lovely post Joob. xoxo

    CommandoBarbie

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    1. Barb, according to a dear friend, fmr., RIP that taught Georgia history for 40+ years in the metro Atlanta, that the phrase “if the good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise…” is a reference to the Creek Indians that lived in Georgia. He, my historian friend, said the original intent was, “…if the Creek [Indians] don’t rise up…” meaning the Creek Indians being on the war path. Sorry if this was boring, but many of our says have interesting original intents.

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