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Crevice dwellers

IMG_20180131_192712746-01I was vacuuming today, and this tiny crevice dweller nearly broke me.

It was one of my dog’s treats.

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Tupper (1/13/10 – 12/6/17) the English bulldog was born in Boston and will be cheering on his home team this Sunday in the big game from his box seat OTRB.

He died unexpectedly on December 6, 2017. One moment he was sashaying around, as bulldogs do. The next, he slowly collapsed.

I was there. I was helpless.

If you’ve ever lost a dog or cat, you know what it’s like – you think you’ve moved on.

And then you find a crevice dweller and fresh grief washes over you. You never know when it’s going to hit.

I still haven’t washed my French bulldog, ToutDeSweet’s, favorite blanket.

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Toots (12/1/00 – 11/24/16) knew how to get comfortable better than any other dog I’ve ever had.

Memories of our four-legged family members are, thankfully, buried deeper than the occasional dog treat. Those memories aren’t going anywhere. I miss you guys. I can’t wait to see you again – in the meantime, have fun and try to get along. ❤️

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Qu’est Que C’est (1/14/02 – 7/28/17) looked deceptively sweet when sleeping. He was hell on wheels!
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I’m a Canuck (pronounced KUH-nook)

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The Museum of Work and Culture in Woonsocket. Opened in 1997.

Rhode Islanders don’t get out much. We (not-so-jokingly) say, “If I’m driving from Woonsocket to Westerly, I’d better pack an overnight bag!”

Woonsocket to Westerly is 57 miles.

“I’m not driving ALL THE WAY to Providence to go to a bar.”

It’s nine miles.

Leaving the state is challenging for Rhode Islanders because our roots are planted very deep. I’m the third generation of my family born in Woonsocket.

Woonsocket was known for its French Canadian population. We were a city of Canucks. But we don’t pronounce it like the hockey team. Or the rest of the world. We put the accent on the other syllable.

WOONSOCKET: KUH-nook

REST OF WORLD: kuh-NUCK

And yet, I’d never been to the Museum of Work and Culture in Woonsocket, despite the fact that it’s housed in the former mill building my grandfather worked his whole life.

SPOILER ALERT: Tiny opted to stay in the car.

My overall impression was that it’s pretty cool. But you’ve got to give yourself a couple of hours. There are video exhibits that take some time. And I got to chatting with a couple of the very friendly and helpful volunteers. Who, as it turns out, are mothers of former high school classmates. Small world.

Go to the museum. See how my city was built. Throw a few bucks in the donation box. Check out the interesting books in the museum shop.

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Shocked to discover I’m not in this book…yet! Maybe next edition.

And, by the way, it’s “wuhn-SAH-kit” not “WOOOON-sock-it.” There, now you sound like one of us.