Shae Detar

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Please stop reading now if you don’t want to read a very white whine aka first world problem aka nobody cares about your stupid chairs but I need to vent.
The majority of our poolside chaise lounge chairs (4) are from my aunt’s old condominium. When they decided to upgrade the community pool, she asked if she could take some of the old chairs and they told her to have at it. This was many years ago. It never occurred to me at the time to tell her take ten of them. I wish I had. I’ve been searching for new chairs for the last few years and they are so bloody expensive. Anything decent is like $200 at least. I’ve even been combing the free and used for sale listings too and it’s rough out there. Chairs we bought at Target the first summer here (16 years ago) finally bit the dust so things are getting desperate. Have even considered re-wrapping the broken chairs but that is a DIY way above my crafty capacity. Of all the pool expenses I never imagined the lounge chairs would bankrupt us.
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Man Ray. Lee Miller, 1930.
Weird but delicious dinner of zucchini blossom fritters, homemade miso soup, and a Jamaican beef patty. The ol’ Tuesday night mish mosh special.
My sister texted me today that she had zucchini blossoms from her garden. I have not had any yet this summer so we hightailed it over there to pick them up. They’re soooo good.
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I don't think it's unreasonable for our public officials to be expected to prove they're alive and not in a coma to be able to retain their office.
If someone were, as a random example, say hospitalized for over two weeks with no explanation, I think that should automatically trigger a special election to replace them.
If you're still able to do your job, then prove it. And if you're not, then you're actively obstructing democracy by not stepping down.
Which is to say, that if a public official were to pass away or into a coma, and their handlers choose to obfuscate that fact, this should be seen as intentionally obstructing democracy.
And there should be, you know, consequences for the people who would do such a thing.
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I just cleaned up yet another poop (thankfully on the hard floor but not on the pee pad) because some people and I don’t want any names **cough cough Martha cough** will not do any of their normal business outside if: it’s dark, it’s overcast, it looks like it might rain, it has rained, or, and this is the most important one, it’s currently raining. As one might imagine this has been especially difficult time considering we’ve had rain here since Saturday evening on and off every day and it’s currently Tuesday.
Why did I not bring snacks with me?? I am ravenous but also this has been a very good day otherwise so I will suck it up about this minor tactical error.
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