Winter critters and wet paws.

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Percy the opossum has become a daily visitor, cleaning up spilled seed under the bird feeders.

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We also caught him on the kitchen landing during a snow dusting.

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The garage door was open…

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But he headed for the barn instead.

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Mrs. Cardinal in the garage gutter.

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Our buck still hasn’t lost his rack…

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Which makes me wonder if he ever will.

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Strolls with Lord Dudley Mountcatten are severely short in the winter.

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As His Royal Highness does not enjoy the cold, wind, snow….

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Or having wet feet.

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Deer, heading back to the woods.

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News you can’t use.

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Keeping you informed, even if you don’t want to be.

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Great.

Because I need one more thing to worry about.

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White bread, cheese, lettuce and Marmite?

I had a British blog friend back in the Multiply days who used to rave about Marmite. Never having tried it, he sent me a jar with the stipulation I had to video my first bite and post my review. It’s a shame the Multiply site died… seeing me gag and spit toast back onto a plate made for riveting viewing.

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Well, if a well known YouTube channel says it… it must be true.

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Which begs the question just how desperate were human women back then? He’s not exactly a looker.

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If you’ve ever seen cedar waxwings in person, you know they’re the bad boys of the bird world.

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Makes me wonder how many of you are still clutching this mortal coil or just phoning in it from the great beyond…

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Sconces, cat litter and the moon.

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Success.

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The two new wall sconces have been installed, secured, leveled and oddly enough for DIY projects at Casa River… are fully functional!

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To be honest I’m not overly thrilled with the look as they were described to be antique bronze and look more black…

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But they’re a definite improvement over their tacky predecessors so I’m calling it good.

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Pink winter sky with full moon.

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And though these next pictures are not Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

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They could be.

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Sigh.

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Ouch.

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We live in Maine.

Maine winters are long.

And though we’re having a freakishly warm day today, they’re calling for snow this weekend.

I was hoping to eek by until spring and not order oil for our furnace but the energy sucking bastard demanded more… and man. This time it hurt.

A week ago Sunday I checked the price for our area and it was $3.55 a gallon. Purchasing 400 gallons, which doesn’t fill the tanks, would have cost $1,420. But when I called Monday… thanks to the strike on Iran… the price had risen to $4.19 and because of Middle East unrest the company wouldn’t guarantee the quote for Thursday delivery.

On Thursday, the price had risen to $4.61… an increase of $1.06 a gallon in four days… with me writing a check for $1,844.

$424 more, just like that.

Ouch.

Last night I checked prices again and saw some companies are almost $5.

Damn.

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News you can’t use.

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It’s that time again…

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Or not at all glamorous.

Eeww.

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If I was a billionaire?

I would totally buy a dinosaur skeleton and have cocktails under my T Rex.

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If I know I’m dead?

I’m not sure that’s a good thing.

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Wombats poop cubes.

Enough said.

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No good can come from hackable vacuums.

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I’ve never wanted a robotic vacuum.

And now I really don’t want one.

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I feel you bird.

Human noise is stressing me as well.

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