Several people have
written to me asking for more information on evicting, exterminating, and
expelling rodents, and why we got bug bombs, and what they actually do.
We got the bug
bombs to run the squirrels out; bug bombs and foggers don’t generally kill
rodents. You can find them at most any store; I think Larry got these at
Menards. They’re at Wal-Mart, too, or you can get them on Amazon
online. Hot Shot Fogger is the one you want.
We used the Car
Bombs to penetrate any nests the squirrels might have made with a deodorizing
odor neutralizer, since we couldn’t get to those areas where the animals had
been. There are a lot of different types
of odor bombs to choose from. Here’s what Wal-Mart offers:
Larry got ours at
O’Reilly Auto Parts. I don’t know what brand he got, and the trash is
long gone.
He first brought
home a box of Rodent Smoke Bombs, but when I read the description, I discovered
that these were not to be used in a building, as the fog is poisonous,
and the ignition of the bombs can cause fires. They are instead supposed
to be used in rodent burrows outside. So
we didn’t use those. (Besides, one doesn’t want animals dying all over
the place inside your walls.)
I’m happy to report
that our method of running the squirrels off and then barricading their Port of
Entry has been successful – though we will have to be diligent, because they liked
their new home in our rafters, and will doubtless try gnawing their way in
again.
Traps are my
preferred way of controlling the mice and voles – and there are plenty of them,
in an assorted variety, out here in the country. At those times of the
year when the mice are more prevalent, I set more traps. Another
important thing to do is to remove their source of food, which is often what
brings them in, in the first place. Get those plastic containers that
cereal boxes fit into, to seal your cereal, potato flakes, rice, crackers,
grains, dried beans, etc. There are
lidded plastic containers just the right size for loaves of bread, or bags of
just about any type of produce. They’re not too awfully pricey, and are
well worth the investment.
Get plastic lidded
soap containers for your bar soaps. Many soaps contain tallow (animal
fat) or oils, a good energy source for rodents. Fancy soaps with oatmeal
or botanicals may also attract them for a little bathroom smörgåsbord.
Keep cat food, dog
food, and bird seed in sealed containers. Make sure the plastic
containers are sturdy and thick, not the thin, soft, flexible plastic. Mice can chew right through that. If they chew through your plastic containers,
switch to metal or glass.
Anything they might
possibly eat, seal it up. Put mouse traps wherever you have seen
tracks. Peanut butter works better than cheese to entice them to the
traps. Don’t forget to check those traps at least once a day.
Twice is better. Get good traps that spring easily. Or get an
electronic rodent killer; those work, too.
Electronic
Rodent Killer
Thoroughly clean
any areas mice may have been with a product such as Lysol Clean &
Fresh. Stuff some steel wool/Brillo around pipes that come through your
walls, which is one of the spots where they often enter. Mice prefer not
to try chewing through steel wool.
The key is
diligence and persistence.
1.
Keep the food sources sealed up.
2.
Set more traps and don’t forget to check them.
3.
Block their entrance holes.
The bombs and
foggers will only be temporary measures unless you find where they are getting
in and close it up, and take away their food.
I’m happy, because
there are no squirrels in my rafters (though there might be bats in my belfry),
and my house – especially my quilting studio – smells good again. I have
a really, really sensitive schnoz, and if my schnoz is offended for very long
at all, my temper begins rising exponentially. And since I’m
short, it doesn’t take very long at all for the steam to rise to the top and
start coming out of my ears! I will not have squirrels in my
house. I won’t!!!
Tuesday, I hemmed Norma’s wedding dress,
shortening it about 3” from ankle-length. I’m really pleased with how it turned out;
using strips of stabilizer on top of the hem as I sewed it worked very
well. I trimmed them with my Gingher appliqué scissors as close to the
stitch as possible, and a light mist of water mostly removed the rest. The stabilizer can’t actually be seen any longer, but it did make the hem
edge slightly stiffer than it was before.
A little more misting would remove it, but I liked how it felt and how
it hung, so I left it. Besides, I didn’t
want to make a water ring on the lining fabric.
They got everything
they needed to take out of Norma's house moved and either given to family members
or hauled to the Salvation Army. Lawrence’s
daughter and her son are moving into the house now. That was a lot of
work, in a short amount of time!
That night as I
quilted, I got down to the top feathers of the appliquéd
eagle, and outlined and echoed them.
More pictures here.
Wednesday, I
quilted until time to go to church, except for a jaunt to town to pick up
Larry’s suits at the cleaners. Yep, I
remembered to get his suits! I dropped
off a bunch of jars and decorative plates at the Goodwill while I was at it.
We were not at church
long that night before the rain started coming down. It poured, rained, hailed, and thundered so
loudly, it was hard to hear Brother Robert for a while. That’s the first time a storm has ever been that
loud since we moved into our new building back in 2006.
It was still
raining after the service, so Larry ran out and got Loren’s Jeep, and drove it
to under the awning to pick us up. Then
Loren drove Larry and me over to the Jeep.
Larry instructed him to drive close to the driver’s side; I requested that he drive close to the passenger’s side.
“It doesn’t matter if Larry’s hair gets all wet and goes kaput, after all!” I exclaimed.
Loren drove to the
passenger’s side. 😁
Larry laughed.
Several more bands
of rain came through that night, finally petering out at about noon the next
day.
I quilted for a few
hours after we got home. When I quit, I
was at the halfway point. If you think I already said that, a couple of
days ago, ... well, what I said was, I was to the halfway point on the
borders. I had not yet started on the central section with the
appliquéd eagle. So now I was at the halfway point of the whole quilt.
Oh! – there’s a
brown thrasher on the suet feeder. Some years ago I was listening to one
sing, and I thought, Wow, he sounds a lot like a mockingbird.
Furthermore, he’s shaped like a mockingbird, beak and all. I
looked it up ------- and discovered ... whataya know! Both the thrasher
and the mockingbird are in the family Mimidae! (Three guesses what the
English word equivalency to ‘Mimidae’ might be, and the first two don’t count.)
Now there’s a
female Baltimore oriole at the same feeder. The orioles must have babies
somewhere, because they gulp down great quantities of suet and then fly off to
nearby trees and don’t return for a few minutes. In the early part of the
spring, they just sit on the feeder and eat to their heart’s content. Orioles
eat a lot of insects, too, and feed them to their young. I don’t believe
I’ve ever seen a baby oriole.
Thursday evening, we
drove to Omaha to see Andrew, Hester, and Baby Keira.
We met Hannah as we
were approaching Fremont; she’d been shopping at the Goodwill there, which is
larger than ours. I wrote a nice long text
to her, followed shortly by, “Don’t read that.
Drive.”
An answer soon
arrived: “I’m Nathanael, & I’m
reading it to Mama.”
So I wrote, “Hi,
Nathanael! But you shouldn’t be driving
and texting either.”
Then, “Did you know
I have my computer set so (in any Microsoft Suite program) I only have to type ‘Na’,
and it automatically throws ‘Nathanael’ in there?”
“Good thing; it’s
long!” he replied.
He sent a picture
of himself with new smiley-face pillows:
“Look what Mama got us!”
“Which one is
Nathanael?” I asked.
“The yellow and
black and white stripe shirt,” he told me, showing that he can be quite
literal-minded. (Or maybe he’s just
trying to be respectful to a silly grandma.)
“I’m not driving,”
he then advised me. “Just so you know.”
“Thank you for all
the information,” I answered. “I’m much
more, uh, … *informed* now. 😁”
Nathanael then
wrote, “Levi wants you to know that the one with the sunglasses is him.”
“Ah!” I exclaimed. “Glad you clarified that.”
I did a quick
search on the Internet, found this picture, and sent it, writing, “Here’s me.”
One should always
reciprocate when someone is nice enough to send you a picture of themselves.
Those kids just
keep getting more and more fun to talk to.
It was the day
before Hester’s 29th birthday.
Unfortunately, Hester had a bad cold, complete with a fever, so she was
staying at their motel suite, and we only saw Andrew and the baby.
Andrew,
too, had had a cold a few days earlier, but was recovering. Hester is better now, and able to be at the hospital
with the baby. It’s been a long two
months, being away from home.
We took Hester a
birthday gift, leaving it with Andrew – a Pioneer Woman spice box with six ceramic
drawers.
When I discovered
we were leaving soon, and I had neither birthday gift wrap nor a bag, I pulled out an old calendar and pressed it into service. It took several pages to cover the large
box. I used one more page to cut strips for
the bow.
Keira was up to 5
pounds, 1 ounce, that day – just one ounce less than what Hester herself
weighed when she was born. Keira has a little more than doubled her birth
weight, but she still looks awfully little. We thought Hester
looked really little, too! Hester wasn’t early, though, and was perfectly
healthy. We brought her home the day after she was born.
The doctors don’t
give a ‘magic number’ for when a premature baby can go home, but rather, a ‘healthy’
diagnosis as criterion for dismissal. Right now, they are making sure she
will be able to take all her nourishment by bottle and digest it well enough to
sustain herself. She still has a feeding tube.
Also, her
respirations are still too fast, as her lungs are yet maturing, along with that
part of her brain that regulates the respiratory system. Did you know
that one of the very best therapies for this is for her parents to hold her all
snuggled up against them, and to keep the room very quiet while they themselves
take long, slow breaths? You can see right on the monitors that the baby’s
breathing rate immediately calms and slows. Truly amazing.
Wednesday the baby
choked a bit as she was taking her bottle, and then had some troubles getting
her breathing back to normal. So frightening when that happens. The
nurses all assured Hester she did the exact right thing, holding the baby
correctly, calling for a nurse, etc., and complimented her on how cool and
collected she is. People always, always think Hester is a very
calm, laid-back person, just because that’s the way she appears.
They have no idea
what a high-strung person she really is, and has been from the time she was a
baby. Furthermore, ever since she was very young, if anything traumatic
or upsetting happened, even though she seemed to take it all in stride, if the
situation went on for very long, she invariably got sick. Of course, one
is more likely to get sick when away from home... at a hospital... and she
herself had a close call when the baby was born.
We sure will be
glad when this little family can all come back home again! Might be a few more weeks. The doctors have said all along that Keira
would probably be in the hospital right up until her due date, and that still
looks like a pretty good guess.
After leaving the hospital, we used up the last of our gift card at
Cracker Barrel.
When we got home, I trotted upstairs and quilted for a little while. I’m well into the second
half of the Americana Eagle quilt now.
More photos here.
The last half
generally goes quicker than the first half. I hope this one does! I
already have 231.5 hours in this quilt, with 48.5 of them in the quilting
alone. After posting pictures on various forums, I had a few inquiries
into my prices. When I explained that for this type of quilting, I charge
by the hour, and mentioned how many hours I already have in just half of the
quilt, I got the same answer from everyone who asked: “Thank you.” That
was all, there wasn’t any more (à la Ludwig Bemelmans, who wrote the children’s
Madeline book series).
Those who haven’t
done a certain craft before rarely understand what all that craft entails, do they?
I’m slower and less skilled than some, so I don’t charge as much as the
professionals in the field do. I’ve found a few who charge $25-30 an
hour. But... their customers are quite liable to get the $1,000-$2,000
spent on quilting back at the first big quilt show in which they enter their
quilt!
Saturday, Larry
worked in the morning, as usual, and I started getting ready for the trip we were going to make to Lake View in northwestern
Iowa to pick up a transmission for his favorite red and white ’89 Chevy
one-ton dually four-wheel-drive crewcab. He had that pickup first in ’96,
and we put almost 100,000 miles on it, driving it with a slant trailer on which
we hauled vehicles for Larry’s auto business. We sold it in ’98 when
Larry finished building the 6-door pickup.
Well, Larry found
that red and white pickup in Fremont about four years ago. The sellers
were getting rid of it cheap because someone had messed up the wiring to the
transmission. It was in overdrive and
lockup constantly, which geared it way up. It wouldn’t even idle without
dying. Larry fixed it, and got
everything working again. But what the previous owner did caused
troubles, and now the gears slip if the pickup pulls very hard. So Larry
is going to put a 5-speed manual transmission in it. He wants to fix it
all up like new. We’ll use it with our
camper, too.
He had also purchased a stock trailer, but it was in Redfield, South
Dakota, some 340 miles northwest of Lake View, Iowa. Lake View is 170 miles to our northeast. The stock trailer is to help Teddy transport
the sheep he’s getting soon.
I figured we’d stay overnight somewhere, and planned to pack accordingly.
Larry called at about 11:30 a.m., just as I was beginning to gather
together the things we’d need. He’d
decided not to go on to Redfield from Lake View, and we would be ‘back by nightfall’.
“So you don’t need to pack anything,” he told me, “and I’ll be home in an
hour. We’ll get the stock trailer in South Dakota another time.”
Now, I had misgivings about this, and I really hate to be caught out in
the boonies somewhere without the next day’s necessities; but ... we’d probably
be back home in six hours.
I decided to spend the last hour or two cleaning the house instead of
packing.
We were heading
north on Rte. 81 by 1:30 p.m.
An hour later, we
went past Pilger, which is where those awful tornadoes hit four years ago,
nearly wiping the entire town off the face of the earth.
From Wikipedia:
The severe weather event on June 16,
2014, most significantly affected the state of Nebraska, where two twin
EF4 tornadoes killed two and critically injured twenty others in and
around the town of Pilger that evening. The two Pilger
tornadoes were part of a violent tornado family that produced four
consecutive EF4 tornadoes in the area and was broadcast live on television.
There are numerous photos and videos of the two EF4
tornadoes churning across the countryside at the same time, but one person got
a shot of three tornadoes on the ground at once.
When one drives by
the town these days, everything is pretty and neat as a pin, with many new
houses and businesses. Population is about 350.
It was a pretty
day. I wasn’t getting any quilting done,
but I was snapping lots of pictures! And
I was smelling something hot. Oily...
hot... rubbery... ?
I relayed the
information to Larry, and he stopped and peered under the pickup.
My nose had been
accurate. A rubber bracket holding up
part of the exhaust pipe had deteriorated, crumbled, and let the pipe rest on
the differential. Also, there is a slow
oil leak somewhere, and drips land in hot spots in the motor.
The bracket was an
easy fix, since Larry had left a couple of extras on the pipe. He soon had it into place, and we proceeded
on. We got to the farm near Lake View where
the transmission was at about 6:30 p.m.
The man used a loader to help put the transmission into the pickup, and
then we were off.
By this time, we
were starving to death, so I typed ‘Restaurants near me’ into my tablet.
We
chose Doc’s Place in nearby Wall Lake, Iowa, population 781. Doc’s Place was advertised for ‘homemade comfort
food’. I tapped ‘Start Directions’, and
away we went.
I
got a BLT, coleslaw, and one of Doc’s Dizzies, which is like a Dairy Queen
Blizzard. I chose Snickers flavor. Larry got chicken strips, baked potato,
salad, and a Peanut Butter Cup Dizzy.
Trouble
was, it wasn’t ‘comfort food’, for him. He soon felt sick, and dizzy, too.
(“What’d
you expect, consuming a large one of
Doc’s Dizzies?” I demanded helpfully.)
Since
it looked like rain, we stopped at a city park so Larry could put tape over
the, uh, over some sort of hole on the transmission, so it wouldn’t get water in
it.
That’s
when he noticed: the man from whom he’d
bought it had forgotten to go back into the shop and get the flywheel and, uh,
sumpthin’ else.
Larry
called him, and said we’d come back and get it.
We were 38 miles away; we wouldn’t be that close again for who knows how
long. He wants to start working on that
pickup right away, and didn’t want to make another trip. So back we went.
The
guy had earlier shown Larry two enormous jugs of whiskey that he planned to
work his way through Saturday night and Sunday.
We hoped to get there before he was stretched out on the dewy prairie.
He
apologized, and blamed his forgetfulness on the fact that he’d already ‘gotten
into the jug’.
Larry
didn’t see any noticeable impairment. He
collected the rest of the parts, and we were off again.
But,
since the GPS had led us to the wrong farm earlier in the afternoon, and now we’d
lost another hour, and Larry wasn’t feeling so swell, and I was all sat out
from too much riding, he decided we should get a motel in Denison, and go pick
up the stock trailer the next day.
You
know, I’d rather pack a suitcase and not need it, than not pack a suitcase and then need
it.
We
went to Wal-Mart.
Thank
goodness for Wal-Mart.
We
got everything we’d need for one more day:
toothpaste, toothbrushes, face cream (“Why do you need that?”) (that was
Larry), comb, curling iron, socks, white things, nightshirt... etc. Larry got a nice white polo shirt that he can
wear to our Fourth-of-July picnic. Only
five bucks. Not bad. Most of the things we got, we would need to
get sooner or later anyway.
I
checked for motels on my tablet, and then we rumbled off toward Denison Inn and
Suites, which sported 4.5 stars and only cost $60.
The
man at the desk informed us that all the non-smoking $60 rooms were taken, so
he gave us a $100 suite – for $60.
That
was nice. Or it would have been, if someone would’ve turned the air conditioner on
once or twice throughout the day.
It
was about 120° in the shade, in that room (I never exaggerate) – even though it was after midnight, and 75° and
breezy outside. I opened the window, but
the wind wasn’t blowing from that side of the motel. The wimpy air conditioner didn’t get that
room cool until nearly morning. I took a
slightly-cool-almost-warm bath, and thought perhaps I’d survive.
About
the time we were ready to jump into the feathers (or, more accurately, ‘onto
the cardboard’), it occurred to me: I’d
forgotten to get a mirror.
I
can’t fix my hair properly without a mirror!
I would need a mirror in the morning!
Larry
offered to pull the huge, ornate dresser mirror off the motel wall and hold it
for me whilst I looked into the mirror over the sink. Next, he brought in from the pickup a very
small round mirror on a very long telescoping rod, and proclaimed it ‘just the
thing’.
Have
you ever tried to see the back of
your head with a small compact mirror into which you can peer with one eye
alone?
See,
I’m picky about what my hair looks
like in the back. (If you don’t think it
looks like it, well, hummph.)
The
next morning, Larry was kind enough (after some persuasion, whining, and
threatening) to go back to the Wal-Mart, 5 miles away, and get me a mirror.
He
returned, and triumphantly handed me – a gunmetal-gray mirror.
“Didn’t
they have purple or red or blue or turquoise??” I griped.
“Do
you need me to take it back?” he asked.
(I
think I detected a note of sarcasm in that tone.)
It was a quarter
after 7 before we got to the farm where was the stock trailer.
Larry backed up to
the hitch in one try, hooked it up, and plugged in the lights. We were ready to head south for home.
Our route would
take us through Mitchell, South Dakota, where the Corn Palace is located.
What?! You haven’t heard of The Corn Palace??! The One
and Only Corn Palace in the World, of Mitchell, South Dakota!!!??
Well, now you have.
It’s a Moorish
Revival building, decorated with ‘crop art’.
That is, all the murals and designs covering the Palace are made from
corn and other grains, and new designs are created every year. The Corn Palace is used for sports events,
concerts, community affairs, and exhibits.
The Corn Palace Festival is held each autumn. There are rodeos and polka festivals.
We didn’t actually
get to go inside, as we were too late arriving, as usual. But the outside
is all lit up, and I got lots of good pictures.
We were at a gas
station in Yankton at about 20 after midnight, clambering back into the pickup
and getting ourselves all sitchee-ated, when I realized my cell phone was on – and somebody was saying, “Hello? Hello?”
Furthermore, I recognized that
voice. It was one of our good friends – one of those good friends who goes to bed at
decent hours of the night.
Aarrgghh! I knew immediately what had happened. My phone was in my purse... my purse was on
the floor doing double duty as a footrest – and it had gotten displaced, so
that when I rested my feet on the purse, it had dialed their number. Good grief.
They were no doubt fast asleep hours earlier. I grabbed my phone out of my purse, told the
man what had happened, and apologized profusely.
“Why couldn’t the
phone have dialed one of my own kids?!”
I asked, and he laughed.
Yes, I did have Auto Lock set for my keyboard;
but somehow both unlock buttons got pressed.
I have now added one more button that must be pressed to unlock it. Maybe that’ll save this from happening again.
We got home a
little after 2:00 a.m. We carried
everything in... Larry started getting ready for a bath... filled the tub...
went downstairs to spray deodorizer on the furnace fan (stopgap method until he
can buy a new one tomorrow – it doesn’t smell good in here; it smells like
squirrel nests)... I took some things into the bathroom to put them away... and
Teensy came in, too. I knew he was going
to jump into the tub, because he likes us to turn a little trickle on and let
him drink from the faucet. I also knew
he hadn’t looked first to see if there was water in the tub.
“Teensy, don’t jump
in there!” I warned him.
He sat down...
pinned his ears back in a little fit of pique... pondered momentarily whether
or not he should do what I said...
“Not,” he decided,
and leaped.
He realized his
error, mid-leap.
That’s too late, is
mid-leap.
He scrambled, reaching
for the tub side. He fell in.
SPLOOSH
He got back out
lots faster than he went in. Lots
wetter, too.
I laughed, which
insulted him.
He rushed out of
the room, dripping, and flopped down in the living room to squeegee himself off
with his pink tongue. He’s long-legged
enough that he managed to only get his legs wet, and not much else. But... still. The indignity
of it all.
A few minutes later
he took out his ire on Tiger as he went lumbering past. Swwwwack! Teensy swatted him on the setter. Tiger took exception... I yelled... and both
cats shot for the pet door, side by side.
((eye roll))
Larry was finally
in bed shortly before 3:00 a.m. He was
back up getting ready for work at 6:10 a.m. I always worry about him,
driving that big boom truck when he hasn’t had enough sleep. I was glad when he arrived home again this
evening, safe and sound.
At least two ladies
have asked if I could send them my EQ8 Americana Eagle quilt pattern. I could, but
there’s a problem: I used a border function for all nine borders around the
central section, and they aren’t precise. Yes, I know there’s a better way, but I’d have
to redo everything, and I don’t want to take the time. It was good enough to help me get everything
placed right where I wanted it. My
little squares and pinwheel blocks are all exactly 2” x 2”. But some of those blocks in the EQ8 borders
are, oh, say, 2” x 2.08” and strange dimensions like that. And then EQ’s measurements of the long strips
of borders wind up too long. But, like I
said, I just needed to get all my pinwheels in a pleasing configuration; those
are what started the whole quilt in the first place. Since I knew each square was 2” square, I
figured strip border length with my handy-dandy mathematical skills, rather
than going by the EQ8 measurements. So
the EQ8 design is pretty slap-dash, but it served the purpose. But I sure don’t want to drive anyone to
distraction with such a pattern!
(Also,
I sort of like the idea of my Americana Eagle quilt being a one-and-only, but
don’t tell those nice ladies I said that.)
Victoria just sent me
15 adorable pictures of Baby Carolyn.
I responded, “Oh,
thank you! If you knew how much happier it makes me to get emailed
pictures, as opposed to trying to collect them (and collect them, I must) from
Facebook or Instagram... 😃
“I can download the
first picture in an Instagram group without trouble, using my handy-dandy
laptop app; but for the rest, I must grab a screenshot, and they are not very
high quali------------------- OHHH, mah woid.
“Did you know that
the email you sent me has 33 mb???”
How in the world
did it get past the little gmail watchdogs? I suppose they are all at the
Singapore Summit with President Trump and Gimp Junk Ugh? or whatever his name
is?
Saturday and
Sunday, as we drove, and in between pressing the shutter button on my camera (I
took 1,011 pictures), answering email, launching the GPS on my tablet, scrambling
in and out of the pickup, and so forth, I worked on Loren and Norma’s wedding
album (at Snapfish.com). I’ve been working on it all day today, and have
just finished it and placed the order ------- and wow, look at this:
My Order Summary: $122.40.
Shipping: $8.99. Tax:
$3.20.
BUT! – I found a
Father's Day coupon good for 70% off of any book order over $40!
Good thing I always
check for coupons before placing orders, isn’t it?! They certainly don’t tell you these sorts of things.
I got – get this – $85.68 off of my order, putting the
total at only $48.91.
It’s a 12” x 12”
Premium Layflat Hardcover Photo Book. There are 38 pages, not counting
the front and back covers. I’m really
pleased with it. Can’t wait to hand it to them!
I wonder, can
Snapfish books be shared online? Hmmm...
Searching... and... here’s the answer: “Currently you
cannot share a project. Only albums or
selected photos can be shared at this time.”
Waa waa waa
Siggghhhh... Well, I suppose they’d lose a lot of money, if they allowed that.
Okay, I know what
to do: I’ll take screen shots of each
page. They’ll be compressed, but at
least then I’ll be able to share them. Here are pages 14 and 15.
Now, if this book
looks like it does online, I’m going to be totally tickled pink with it.
Hester just posted
a picture of Andrew giving Baby Keira a bath. She’s 8 weeks old today, and weighs 5 lbs., 7
oz. She’s doing well. And she has an itty-bitty, cute
little double chin!
Time for bed. Actually, it was time for bed a long time
ago.
,,,>^..^<,,, Sarah Lynn ,,,>^..^<,,,
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