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Rogue Corn by Nikki Wallschlaeger

My fav event as harvest season approaches
is the rough seed that escaped the plots.

If there’s a cornfield adjacent to another bed
of vegetables, you can count on imperfection,

you can see stalks standing where they’re
not supposed to be, the winds have ideas,

seeds who choose wildness, here they are,
with red potatoes, alfalfa, peas, sunflowers,

they look pleased w/ themselves, outfoxing
clever farmers, making it to the unplanned

ground where nobody is around, recovering
where the amiable dirt will welcome them.

Seeds are so fun and determined,
there’s no concept of liberty, no need for it,

guaranteed if I were a seedling I’d abstain,
you know I would, I’d find a way to renounce

what’s expected of my common name,
gliding over the roads until a dream takes root

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Question:

What difference, if any, is there between telling somebody “stop” and “time-out”?

Saw just the sweetest little cat yesterday

Black and white and so friendly and tiny, too. Definitely not a feral!

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The camera angles work really hard to make the dogs look vicious and dangerous, but they can't fool me! Those are some happy, friendly puppers!

E accidentally acquired a shirt from her dad's laundromat

White shirt, pink text "The Cake Boys". It just ended up in their laundry, so it's hers now.

She was worried about what the motto might mean - I mean, it's *probably* a bakery, but what if it's some neonazi slogan she's unaware of? - but a little googling reveals that "The Cake Boys are a NYC based network highlighting local drag kings, trans and non-binary performers, and queer artists through live and digital media." Well, alrighty then!

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Breakage by Mary Oliver

I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It's like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.

Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

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We now have a washer again

I am just brimming over with excitement.

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So, the way I grew up I'm actually shockingly good at deep cleaning

I'm even not bad at decluttering, so long as it's okay to literally throw everything out. (They'll sooner or later send another copy of that late bill, don't worry! And you can always order another birth certificate, probably.)

But I'm not so good at routine maintenance. Does anybody have any already set up daily/weekly/monthly/periodically checklists for various areas of the house that they can recommend?

I saw a whole family of deer the other day!

I'll try to remember to upload the pic later. It's not a very good picture, but then, I was wary of trying to get too close.

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