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Wait for it

It’s summer, and that means a lot of reality show competitions have been added to the TV schedule.

Food Network Star has been cookin’ with gas on Sunday evenings for several weeks already, and my beloved Project Runway got underway this past Thursday.

I never realize how much I miss them until they come back on they air, and then, when they do —

Riding the rails

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I was playing with my phone during the ride home on the train tonight,  and took this shot.

It matched my mood. Kinda like it.

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All dressed up…

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That’s tired, tired, tired.

As in I fell out of my chair earlier. Asleep. And I was on a train, so people noticed.

That might qualify as 105 percent.

Things that make you go ugh

Women were just set back 100 years.

Ack.

Don’t cry for me

It’s the last day of my beach vacation…

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…and Florida is crying.

I’ll miss you too, St. Teresa Beach. I’ve loved every minute.

Except the stingray. Hate you, you hateful critter.

Not so quiet

My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.

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I was walking in kneedeep water, so I  didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.

It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.

And so did I.

For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor  (although painkillers will be tempting).

Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.

And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.

Beach and quiet

Things have been quiet around The Egg the past couple of days. That’s because of the view.

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We’re on vacation this week, so forgive me if my posts are a bit more sporadic.

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We may lose track of time now and then…