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Reflection and Moving Forward

     The only way to accept the shocking results of this election and move on is to acknowledge the anger over big issues not being addressed, voices not being heard. That’s something I have never disputed and it’s why no party claims me. In my opinion the entire system is to blame and the entire system just got a big F*uck U from more than half the population. 

     What offends me even more than the divisive and hateful vitriol that got Trump elected is the mean juvenile hateful crap spewed all over the media and internet, and some of it came from the people I called friends. It’s one thing to dislike a public figure for their policies, their mistakes, even the lies- I have no problem reading an informed accurate piece about my choice of candidate – always open to enlightenment. The mean behavior , the schoolyard bully jokes, ….. that stuff shows me a side I can’t reconcile. Until this election I thought we as a country had evolved as a people. I thought our fiber contained more threads of decency. We’ve got a long way to go and today I am sad for all of us.

Show me a sign

     I was going to write about the upcoming election, because truly I am so disgusted and I want so desperately to understand the dividing forces, the hypocrisy, the hate. I have been engaged in “conversations” on FB – what a zoo that is. I have had many heated conversations with my own spouse and the bottom line is it only got me more aggravated and nothing changed.  So there’s no point in going there here.  My body is feeling the tension, the anxiety, the worry, the hurt, the WTF.  YES.. more than anything, the WTF.   My only power is the vote, and I will rock it.. with her. 
    So what’s a girl to do? 
    Make something.
 I went to Hobby Lobby, which I usually boycott because of certain practices of theirs we won’t go into here.. but I needed something only they would have. Dammit. While browsing the isles I found this whale –  I love his soft, KIND expression. 
 
I decided this was the perfect sign for the cottage at the cove. I had intended to make the entire thing myself, but hell, when the perfect platform is right there in front of you, already done – half off, well. 
I just needed to paint and glue the letters.  Done deal. 
 The guys are hammering away at the exterior. 
And the seawall has gotten some repair work too…. If they took two steps back, they’d both be in the drink. 
 Last thing for today… I had to pick a different door color because the Mr. wants to paint the interior of the garage the same color as the doors… couldn’t justify the more powerful blue I had envisioned if it has to serve that purpose too… so this is the color scheme we’re going with – the door is Benjamin Moore Grenada Villa and the trim will be Dove White.. siding cedar shingle stained the approx. color you see here on the siding. 
   
 I’m not religious as you know if you’ve been reading here for very long, but I’m going to pray for all of us during the coming week – May our Great Country survive the horrible divide that has come between us and may we heal what has been aroused, poked and inflamed – the very worst that lies in our makeup.   I’m pleading with every one of you – whatever your choice…. GO VOTE.  It matters. It Matters. IT MATTERS.   
– Just sayin. 

Vitamin Sea

     The want for a seaside cottage has always been mine. The driving force for driving for hours on end year after year in search of the perfect someplace was always me.  He was a good sport and we came close to a purchase several times, but it never felt -just right.  I  carried a bit of guilt that we were doing the searching for yet another of my dreams.   Because we aren’t the Rockefellers, a second home is a stretch, and one admittedly he pays for the most, being the major breadwinner, bringer home of the bacon, payer of the big bills, etc. etc.  We have dogs and horses and chickens and rabbits because of me, and it’s me who wants the sea.  I am a seahorse in another life, suits me, don’t ya think?  
      But since we acquired this needy little cottage, guess what I have discovered, much to my delight.  Despite the fact that his work load now has an added burden, he is finding real joy, finding real peace.. in this little slice of seaside retreat. There’s a lilt in his voice and a twinkle in his eye when he talks of what we are working on there.   This is job site number FIVE he is currently working on, all five juggling at the same time.  Up at 4 am getting the days paperwork and schedule in order.  At night it’s back at the desk making calls for the next day’s work orders. He’s a bonafide workaholic, truth.  But…. when he goes down to the cottage to check on the days progress… the sunshine on his face and the salt air and the rhythmic sound of the water lapping the seawall soothe him.  He allows himself to sit, to rest, to turn his face to the sun and breathe deep.  Even as he’s talking on the phone to a crew member at another site, there is a calmness in his voice.  It’s as if the rhythm of the sea is taken up in his heart and soul.. and it heals him as it has always healed me.
Side door deck and steps replaced…. 
Waterfront deck steps in, all supports under cottage replaced and spray painted black so they won’t show through the lattice… notice how much more level the lines of the house are now.  I’m amazed.
The garage was full of “stuff”, some of it very old. Most was discarded or given away, but a few finds I will keep and frame to hang inside, a homage to the yesterdays here. 
The exterior of the cottage is currently a battleship grey with darker grey trim. The interior of the garage indicates it used to be a pale aqua green in color.  The removal of the spare key that apparently wasn’t moved to paint the garage during the aqua application reveals an original white paint. 
Scissors and a pencil sharpener – the treasures I will frame.  The sharpener appears to be a 1940’s model, so it’s probably been with the cottage since it’s early years, constructed in 1935. 

The back porch (street side) has a new floor and soon the porch itself will be rebuilt. The cinder block you see on the right is an old chimney. The fireplace was removed years ago. This will be removed when we re-side.
A big old oak tree stands tall next to the cottage and had some worrisome branches that hung low over the roof and power line.  We had  it checked out by a tree expert to make sure it was sturdy in it’s roots and not about to topple over. I was pleased to learn it was healthy except for a crack beginning to form. Dead branches were removed and a support wire installed to insure its stability. 

The current acorn situation over the garage roof… 
    I’m proud of and thankful for this man of mine.  Oh, do we butt heads at times, anyone who knows us will attest to it. But I’m saying it here and will remind him tonight as he sits at the desk planning the days ahead.. that I love and appreciate him dearly for the many ways he shows his family that he loves us, truly, deeply. and yes MADLY at times because we’re being real here.   I am just so happy that he’s as in love with this little place as I am.  Perhaps it will coax him when the time is right to at the very least, semi-retire and revel in the little things the sea brings. 
 We found this little guy hiding under the house. 

Deck & Patio continued and I just have to say it….

   Let’s see if I can do this tactfully.   No matter who you’re voting for, you’ve made up your mind a while ago, right? I think it’s true of most people.   If you’re voting for the orange scream , it’s not going to matter if he spews Parseltongue through Voldemort at this point, he’s in.  – F*ck the government.  If you’re voting for HC, you know she doesn’t have a perfect record nor is she the warmest of characters, but you also know she’s not the evil incarnate, so you’re gonna go safe and stay the course, hoping for the changes that are needed, and F*ck the government.    As for this stupid e-mail clusterf*ck, (there goes the tact)  if we’re being real here, GWB lost something like 22,000 e-mails mysteriously, never to be hacked,  never to be prosecuted, and he, Powell and Rice all used private servers in the same way HC did.  The FBI said outright it did not appear that HC had attempted to HIDE anything.  She herself is saying MAKE THE INFO PUBLIC!!     Now that it’s HC on the chopping block,  this is a hideous crime and some are chanting lock her up. Really?  So are ya planning on locking up the others too?    yeah OK.  They have yet to come up with anything that was truly criminal, and yet here they go again. Against their own policies!    
Whatever.  If the orange scream wins, the entire government is going to get the F*ck Y*u it’s been asking for for a very long time.  The people are fed up, too many things have not been addressed and gone by the wayside for far too long. The corruption, the obstructionism, the arrogance, the list goes on.   No matter who you’re voting for, No intelligent human being can blame all that on one administration, one party.  If HC wins, she’s going to have to do things a little differently this time around, and there’s no doubt in my mind, she will meet with the same vicious crap that has plagued  her AND BO during his run.  No matter what lever, chad or circle you fill in, we’re all in for a ride and none of us knows how exactly that’s going to pan out.  May the force be with us all.  *sigh. 
Anyway… we’re making progress with the exterior of the cottage.  The winds pick up and the chill sets in early down on the water, so M wants to get the outside done before it gets too cold for the crew to be comfortable out there when the ground freezes. 
Back Porch, or street side… removed.  For those who answered my question – it appears you are absolutely right.. the “front” of a waterfront house is the water side. The Street is the back.  You learn something new every day if you’re open to it 🙂

The back deck had a lot of rot underneath, even though it looked sturdy from above. So, it’s been replaced with this… and it comes in the same color the cedar shakes will be stained  when re-sided.

You may notice the roof lines of the house are much straighter now that all underneath supports have been replaced and balanced.  Walking inside the cottage no longer feels like a funhouse experience.

I will plant a small seaside garden in that lower level  – M is bringing in soil from the back fields of This Old House to do so.   Bluestone is being laid for the patio. 

 I need to google plants that are happy along the water – the salt and  weather can be pretty tough in the winter season. 
New England shores do include sand beaches, but much of that is trucked in. Most of our shorefront consists of rocks and rock outcroppings, some sand, many shells from muscle, clam and oyster beds. Our cove happens to be the perfect environment for them so they are found  in abundance.  We have a very small “beachfront” in front of the cottage, completely covered during high tide.  There are many shells to be found because the Sound protects us from the worst of the Atlantic Ocean weather and the waves that make it to shore have traveled some distance in shallower waters, making them pretty tame before they hit our shoreline shells. Walking into the water, you have to have water shoes to protect from stepping on any of these…. 
  

My dear blog and birthday buddy Sally C. picked a lovely shade of blue for the doors of  -Once Upon A Tide-   It’s called Southern Belle #819 –  Perfect, as she’s a southern belle herself. 
 Another that caught my attention is Old Navy…
 Once the siding is up I’ll have a better idea of the right shade.  Opinions?  Leave em! 
Have a good day all, and as always, thanks for stopping by. 
Karen

Deck and patio –

 In typical fashion, M is full steam ahead with the cottage renovation. This week is all about the backyard and deck.  There was a deck stretched out over the water, not attached to the house,  that looked more like a play pen than a water structure.   We removed it as it was pretty intrusive on the landscape and gave the next door neighbors NO privacy in their own yard.  Instead, we’re installing a blue stone patio up higher in the yard.  A  rock wall was built to raise the ground level so we have even ground there. The stones were taken from our farm, so a little bit of This Old House is present.  The second step down will be a garden next Spring.  

The little island you see below out there in the cove has an occupant, a house sits on the rocks – a very tranquil setting but they need a small boat to come and go. That’s a nuisance if you run out of milk or toilet paper or want to go get the Sunday paper, don’t ya think?  Especially if it’s raining.

 We will need to install a railing once the patio is complete. Still tossing around what kind. Each cottage owner seems to have a different preference, so there are a jumble of different railing looks out there.   Should we try to match either of the abutting neighbors so there is some uniformity or do our own thing.

  The decks looked sturdy enough, but upon further investigation there was rot and sagging supports, so M opted to replace them.  We can’t expand on the size but we can fortify it and make the railing a little less imposing.  The lattice under the porches and house frame will be white to match the trim on the house, square design.  The deck will match the light grey stained cedar shingle siding.  I’m looking for a beautiful deep rich blue for the doors.  If you’re bored, google  Benjamin Moore exterior paints and go through the blue hues… there are a zillion to choose from, but I’m looking for a dark but not too dark, rich vibrant blue…..  tell me what you suggest.  Each color has a name, some of them comical.  

  I drove down there this morning to check on progress and take some pics. I cannot express accurately the calm that washes over  us all when we approach the community and drive along its small one lane road among the trees and water views and small cottages, each with it’s own personality. I love the pots of flowers, the little handmade signs, the buoys hanging from garages, the seashells that adorn window ledges, clam rakes leaning on shed walls.  This place does not put on the airs that a wealthy waterfront community does. You don’t feel any NO TRESPASSING vibes….  you feel like you’ve transcended time, back to the days when the average working family could afford a little seaside retreat.  1935 to be exact.  
 I  stood in front of this tiny house and said a Thank You to the Universe.   I put my hand on her doorknob and let her know  we will be very good to her and hope to share many memories under her eaves and out on her landscape.  I promised to honor her quirks as we fortify her very being. 
 
 Once upon a tide.. there was a young girl who dreamed of a little cottage by the sea…… 

Once Upon A Tide…….

       T’is true, I am a water girl. Born a Pisces, don’t ya know.  M & I have often taken long drives in search of that dream of owning a second home – something small and in a location where our family could rest and relax and enjoy the beauty of nature without the crowds, away from the pressures of work and farm and Hillary vs. Trump  OMG WILL IT EVER END. 

*Ahem.    
   Anyway…. over the years we’ve researched a lakefront cabin in Vermont, a small house on Martha’s Vineyard, a Florida Condo right on the ocean, gulf side.  We’ve scanned real estate brochures when on vacation and even spoke with a few realtors in various locations.  We looked at properties along our shores just miles from here in several different towns.  The problem with all those options is there is no such thing as a bargain even if the place is falling apart, because the taxes will kill you if the purchase price doesn’t.  The Vineyard has always been my first choice, but the price of homes has skyrocketed as the island has become more popular with Presidents and celebrities and people like you and me.  If we were going to do that, we should have done it 20 years ago.  Another factor is the commute.  I don’t want to have to drive hours on end to get to that peaceful relaxation place.  M is Type A all the way, and he would want to keep his watchful eye on it and do any maintenance himself.  We’ve got this farm and animals to care for and he runs a very busy company.  Getting away -ain’t easy- so long rides (or flights!)  to check up on a place would be hard to accomplish.   
  My mom has rented a little cottage for the past five years in a little community on the shore just a hop in the car and 20 minutes from here.  The beauty of that community is it’s right on the water and the cottages, when purchased, are AFFORDABLE.  The hitch is… they are on land owned by an old old family dating back to the 1600’s.  AND.. they rarely come available for sale.  AND.. if you ever get the urge to rebuild or expand that 1930’s cottage, you can’t do it.   These cottages have to remain as they are, seasonal, and within their current footprint. Meaning you can’t go up or out or live there year round. AND.. there’s a waiting list.  
  For five years we’ve watched the market, asked around, looked and listened for a possible availability.  A  little bird told us there was an older gentleman who owned one of these cottages and although he loved the place dearly,  his wife wasn’t feeling the love.  I thought… Hmmm… what harm would it do to write him a letter.  So I did.  And he responded.  Had to think on it. (OMG he’s thinking on it!)  So we waited. And waited.  Until finally he returned with a “why don’t you come look at the place and we’ll talk”. 
   Long story a little shorter, we are now the proud owners of a little 700 sq ft. rustic ( and I mean RUSTIC) cottage tucked in a cove off Long Island Sound.   Mike has begun doing what he does best, I’ll share the transformation here.  Keep in mind, we cannot alter the footprint of the cottage, can’t go up or out, nor can we winterize it. 
 Ready for the tour?…. 
Roadside…. the “neighborhood”  is basically a giant rock outcropping consisting mostly of woods and ledge  with a small one-lane road that meanders along it’s coast.  The speed limit is 15 miles an hour and in summer the road is  populated by dog walkers and bicycle riders and pedestrians of all ages.
  Our cottage is a 1935 model. This is the before shot. There is no foundation.  Notice the sagging roof lines. Last week all the cedar posts that were holding it up underneath were replaced. Talk about a dirty job.    

 Below photo is the view from the water…

UNRELATED:  we have a tiny family dispute going, help us with the argument.  Some of us say the front of the house is the street side with the front door, porch and garage. Some of us say the front of a waterfront house is always the WATER side.   What say you?

We have removed all that latticework and the deck is next. The plan is to replace the lattice and  the deck, porch (with the same footprint) and reside with cedar shingle, replace windows and doors and possibly roof.  A new garage door is coming as well.

   It starts………….     
Front porch – screens removed, about to undergo a face-lift. Notice the bunnies next to the bench.  Quite a few little creatures where left behind by the previous owner.  They’ll continue to live here with us.  

Bedroom

Living Room

Bedroom – one of the few things we kept from the previous owner was this awesome bed frame.

Kitchen – the cabinets and that awesome farm house sink will stay.

The wall behind the stove/fridge will be removed – the view will be the living room out to the water, opening up the living space quite a bit.

The bathroom, also about to get a facelift.

The deck  – will be replaced but maintain same “footprint”.

Gas stove in living room, the only heat source.

Some lovely onion lights will remain.

as will all these critters….. 

 Our stairway to the water..

 our platform at the base of the stairs… will make kayak entry a breeze. 

A panoramic view from the yard.. distorted because of the angle but you get the idea

 This picture was taken at very low tide, and revealed we have two oyster beds right in front of the cottage – 
 Coming and going from the community, these are our views… amazing. 
SO.. off we go.  Once Upon A Tide.. there was a little cottage in need of a little TLC…. 

Woodstock, Vermont

     Last weekend we treated the kids and their significant others to a weekend at the Woodstock Inn in Vermont – sort of an early Christmas present.  The Guy and I visited for the first time last February and loved it so much we knew the kids would appreciate it too.   So we booked last weekend well in advance, as it is indeed “Leaf Peeping Season” here in New England.  That means the tourists flood in from all over to see Autumn in all it’s splendor.    When I used that term in the truck on the way up to the Inn, the kids were hysterical with laughter because apparently I used SUCH A DWEEBY TERM!   LEAF PEEPING… A HAHAHAHAHAAAA MOM!!!…      Apparently they haven’t been on earth long enough to know  IT IS A THING –  and I proved it at the gift shop in the center of the INN when the person working the store used the term “Leaf Peepers” referring to the crowds.    A HA! At the very least, I’m not the only DWEEB.    
     Anyway… The Inn is spectacularly New England, the food really good (two restaurants and bars within) and the accommodations wonderful.  The bedding alone is worth the stay.  There are many places for small groups to gather in the halls, entry ways, gathering places…. game rooms, library, the spa which we didn’t even see….   So, even if the weather were miserable outside, the Inn is a holiday all it’s own.  I highly recommend it.  
 Quechee Gorge, the largest in Vermont.   Let me tell ya ’bout that hike down the hill from that bridge you see there.. actually the down was easy.. the going back UP… well.   My calves still haven’t forgiven me. 

Brave kiddo.. notice how the rest of us are dressed… 
The Inn…. 

 The main hall….

 Game room on lower level… these two attempting vintage pacman…

Billings Farm and Museum just behind town… 

   We did some cow kissing and some Pumpkin Ice Cream making….. 

 … and lots of admiring the beautiful scenery.

   It was a wonderful three day weekend spent with this crew.  I love these kids more than they will ever fully understand. What a blessing it is to be together enjoying each others company.   We almost.. ALMOST… got through the mini vacation without talking politics.  That lovely town hall debate happened to be on the tube (insert kids hysterical laughter at moms use of yet another DWEEB term, ’cause it’s coming, I’m sure) on our second nights stay… and we watched in utter horror  or giddy glee.  One thought it was horrendous  .. the other thought it – went well-.   You can guess who’s who in this house, can’t ya.

 Thank you, my family… for a wonderful, wonderful weekend of togetherness.  Thank you to my Guy for treating us all. It’s a beautiful thing.    Except for the Trump signs.  WHY in a Bernie state were there so many Trump signs?!  That’s not really a question, I don’t want to know.

Autumn at This Old House

  Blogging used to be a daily thing around here – When I picked up my editing job again for a local publication I  let it fall by the wayside, admittedly.  There’s just so much time in a day that I  am willing to give up in order to sit in front of a computer screen. For those of you who still drop by and join the conversations, I thank you for your time and sharing of views. 
   The blog was originally a way for me to document the restoration of This Old House here and people loved watching the transformation. I was happy to share. Some idiot on the internet started leaving really odd and sometimes nasty comments so I deleted the whole thing out of fear.   Never let fear get the best of you –  I regret it to this day, and cannot retrieve the archives… I tried and tried again…. Anyway.. I tell you this because there is a new project on the horizon, a renovation that I will share here shortly. Stay tuned…  I was going to start another blog on the transformation, but instead I’ll just keep tabs on it here.  Lets call it… Once Upon A Tide… 
   Have you peppered your home with autumn yet?  I love acknowledging the seasons with their hues, the natural elements brought inside and some whimsy too. This year both my children have places of their own and I have handed over some of the fall and Halloween decor so they can do the same.  They both appreciated the effort when they were younger and it appears they will continue the traditions as well, does my heart good to see it. 

     My son and his girlfriend adopted this beautiful kitten last week. They are head over heels in love.  Her name is Lily and she adores them just as much.  So many cats and dogs at the shelters all across the US – consider adopting when you add a pet to your family.  You are indeed saving a life. 

   Mom has been at a cottage on the water for the last two weeks of summer into fall.  We’ve enjoyed a few amazing sunset dinners on the deck, located on Long Island Sound… doesn’t get any better than that.

 Speaking of dinners.. this dish has been going around facebook in video form – Chicken Caprese- I don’t have the recipe but followed the video and will put it in simple terms below… easy, delicious, and good for you.

Chicken Caprese –  Put some olive oil in a large pan, saute chicken cutlets (or breasts but we prefer the thinner cutlet) in oil six minutes each side or until nicely browned, salt and pepper each piece when you begin.  Remove chicken after browned/cooked on both sides and add balsamic vinegar and chopped garlic to pan. Sautee for a minute and add halved cherry tomatoes… simmer for five minutes, add chopped basil, place browned chicken cutlets over the tomato mixture, place slice of fresh mozzerella on top of each chicken piece, place cover over pan to allow cheese to melt over chicken… remove cover and serve with warm toasty garlic bread.   YUM! 

How low are we gonna go?

 Seems there is no limit.  I wasn’t going to talk about the candidates anymore, but jeez, I just keep getting confounded by the bullshittery.

  Did you watch the debates?  Here was the Tangerine Screams time to proverbially SHINE, if ever there was one.  (there was indeed less of an orange hue to his complexion that night, perhaps someone important finally said something?)  And yet he was just more of the same… because I guess when push comes to shove you can only be you.  Apparently it doesn’t take much to shove him into defense mode either, he is bated very.. very.. easily. For a man to hold such an important office and wield the kind of power he would have, that should make every single one of us nervous. 
And yet. 
So coming away from that debate,  we learned he will always be him, he will never straighten up and fly right, for lack of a better way to say it.  He will not become “Presidential” in any way, shape or form.  He didn’t deny he hadn’t  paid Federal taxes because “he’s Smart”.    Oh, but he’s denying he said that now, even though it came right out of his mouth for all of us to see.  Doesn’t seem to matter! He  didn’t deny calling women some ugly names, saying they *deserved it*.  He never answered any of the questions put to him without having to be asked more than once, and even then… did we come away with any.. answers?   He didn’ t deny being sued twice by housing authorities because he was discriminatory against blacks years ago.  His answer was, in simplest terms, others were doing it too.  He settled with them!    That doesn’t erase the behavior, D*nald.    He was rude with the interruptions, he was bated into anger easily with simple comments. Jeez, you gotta have a thicker skin than that if you’re gonna have your fingers on those nuke codes.  Again.. that should make every single one of us more than nervous… how about scared sh*tless.  
 Two things  I have to give the D*nald… he was right about Trade issues, I do agree with what he has to say on that subject.  I agree that we shouldn’t be the World’s police without some form of payment, the burden of cost on many  levels should not be all ours and it has been in many instances. 
 Hillary was Hillary… I don’t love her.   But I will vote for her this time.   I keep coming to the same conclusion because I don’t like my options… there’s no other logical choice. What’s really pathetic is that these debates are no longer about We The People… the issues before us and solving them.   We all know what they are and know we have to find a better way, real solutions all across the board.   As for the first Tr*mp-Cl*nton debate, didn’t matter who you were cheering for.  It was mostly about jeers and leers and sneers, eye rolls, snorting, smirks, chuckles, insults and even some lies yet again.  For the Great Country that we truly are, how sad that it’s come to this.  Shame on all of us, shame on our government.  
I’m not a religious person but I’m compelled to say, God Help Us All. 
 

*Sigh – lets catch up, shall we?

   My thoughts on the jack*ss who refuses to stand for the National Anthem at sporting events is exactly this…. 
 Hey there, sir… you’re damned lucky to live in this U.S. of A, and one of the many reasons you should pick some other form of peaceful protest is the very reason you are able to do that despicable act in the first place.  And yeah, I think it’s a despicable act because MANY PEOPLE DIED in order for you to have that right.  They died serving their country, they believed in that flag, in what it stands for.  The reason you make that obnoxious salary for PLAYING A SPORT, yes indeed you play it well,  is because you live in this amazing country. You should consider it a privilidge. You should be grateful to those who gave their life so that you could do such an ignorant thing and not be penalized for it, severely if I had my way.    Let’s talk about that for a minute… If I had my way.   If I were the owners of the NFL teams or any other team for that matter – one of the rules in the contract, because I own your ass in that contract, is that you stand for the Anthem, you pledge allegiance to your flag and country and you show respect for it and the people who gave their lives for your freedoms.  If you do not, you’re off the team. That big fat paycheck you think is owed you.. is not. You earn it, and that’s one of the ways that are expected of you. 
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In other news… although this seems petty, trite, sooo non-issue compared to what we’re looking at on the political scene these days…   I can’t help but feel a little vindication for Team Aniston after all these years.  Just that. 
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   And Last for today, but certainly not least… I am so utterly disappointed in this election year I don’t even know what to say to express it accurately.  I will certainly not ever vote for Tr*mp,  Jeez, let me count the thousand reasons why,  but I am also  disappointed in H*llary in the ways she still thwarts her own campaign in unnecessary ways.  To be clear, I don’t believe she’s the villian or the murderer or the lying sociopath some of you believe her to be, and we’ve already been through all that so please… no more hashing it out here.  But I wish I felt better about casting a vote in her direction.  Honestly, even though she is far more qualified than the Tangerine Scream, it doesn’t feel great… and with such an important decision being made, I’d like it to feel great.   I bet many of us have the same feeling if we’re being honest, even if you’re a ….. Tr*mp…. supporter.  Surely.. you have reservations, even if you aren’t gonna come out with it.  If you’re a sane person, you’d have to have SOME reservations..   Ah, but I’m stepping over that line again.