Let's just assume it washed in on a Big Blue Wave.

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Thought this would interest Buddy and yourself

“ White — the rarest of all — at 1-in-100 million. Science tells us that blue lobsters are not just uncommon, but are in fact mutants. This is the result of a genetic mutation that causes the blue color. Blue lobsters are, in fact, the result of a single mutation of one piece of the SNA of American lobsters.”

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Er, does this augur well for the Dems in the upcoming midterms? 👀

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Beautiful lobster. I hope you put it back in the ocean to live a full life

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What I see are lobsters tortured by some human taping their pincers. So what if they're a rare color. They're sentient, suffering beings. Let them .. and all other creatures .. live. And if you must kill them, do it quickly.

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Wow! What a beautiful color! Enjoy your time with family and friends! Thank you!

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Sep 10, 2022·edited Sep 10, 2022

WOW oh WOW! Blue lobster -- they're so incredibly rare! Here's newspaper article I found via Mrs. Google from a while ago:


Also: How rare is a blue lobster?


According to the New England Aquarium, wild blue lobsters are about a 1-in-2-million find. The aquarium got its own resident blue lobster in February 2020 and has had resident lobsters of other colors, including orange and calico.Aug 16, 2022

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WOW!!!! So glad you are taking time to enjoy family. I find that I need a break from “lots going on” too. Thank you for all you do. ♥️

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Tomorrow, 9/11, is the anniversary of the 2001 terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and the D. C. target toward which the plane brought down in Pennsylvania was headed. Pause for a moment in memory of the thousands who died that day. And afterwards think about the importance of our intelligence services today in maintaining the nation's security so that we are on guard against a repitition of 9/11, and of the folly diminishing or compromising their operation in any manner would be..

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Happy celebrations!

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Sep 10, 2022·edited Sep 12, 2022

Thank you, I love that! Have a wonderful time with family and friends! Could this be your wedding weekend? I was married 61 years ago today! Hummmm! That was before you were born! Hugs Update: And it was! Congratulations Heather and Buddy! I am so happy you picked this date to get married...I will always remember your anniversary. May you live a long and happy life together! Hugs!

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Enjoy! You deserve a night off!

Cool blue lobster.

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Sep 11, 2022·edited Sep 11, 2022

To lobsters red and blue. To family and friends. To Heather Cox Richardson, to Buddy, to subscribers, to compatriots, to hope, renewal, courage, determination and good will.

For the Bird Singing before Dawn

by Kim Stafford

Some people presume to be hopeful

when there is no evidence for hope,

to be happy when there is no cause.

Let me say now, I’m with them.

In deep darkness on a cold twig

in a dangerous world, one first

little fluff lets out a peep, a warble,

a song—and in a little while, behold:

the first glimmer comes, then a glow

filters through the misty trees,

then the bold sun rises, then

everyone starts bustling about.

And that first crazy optimist, can we

forgive her for thinking, dawn by dawn,

“Hey, I made that happen!

And oh, life is so fine.”

Copyright © 2022 by Kim Stafford. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 27, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

About This Poem

“Many times in my life I’ve been told by serious people that I must be very naïve to be happy, to have hope, to celebrate this little life I’ve been given when, actually, they say, everything is pretty dire. There’s war, poverty, crushing injustice all over—what right do I have to talk back to all that with flimsy little poems about the good? What can I say? The birds are my teachers, my elders, my guides. Every day before dawn, in silence and darkness, I’m at my desk making poems on the page. And then, before light, I hear the first bird outside begin to sing.”

—Kim Stafford

Kim Stafford is the author of Singer Come from Afar (Red Hen Press, 2021). From 2018 to 2020, he served as poet laureate of Oregon, where he currently resides.

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What a beautiful sight, a blue lobster for a blue midterm, I really, really hope so. Thank you for all you do to keep us sane. And of course a big thank you to all of you readers and contributors, I learn a lot from all of you. What a wonderful community you are. ❤️

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Framily takes priority! We can wait... "Every" day is a blessing, but whenever you post something, it's deeply appreciated.

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Wishing you and Buddy the very best!

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