Shedding a little light.

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Husband was out working in the barn the other day before I realized it, and we know that doesn’t often bode well.

He was putting up the other 3 light fixtures and had cleared some space.

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Look! Floor.

I rarely see it,  so excuse me if I get a little excited.

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Since he planned on being there a while, the stereo had to be turned on. I believe there used to be a remote for that unit, but I have to say….  I’m glad he lost it.  Powering up via antique fishing rod and reel is so much more amusing.

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And did you see these?

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Look closely.

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Those are the two circles I wanted to label  Bang Head Here…. but someone wouldn’t let me.

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Not enjoying my sense of humor… the husband banished me to the house to make lunch and by the time I came back he was on the last light fixture.

Which was unfortunate.

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Because as you can see…. (while the husband turns the radio off)

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His alignment left a lot to be desired.

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Because nothing ever goes smoothly.

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Another day,  another section stuffed.

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Plywood ceiling sections were fitted.

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And the end was in sight.

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As were those corner shelves I told you the husband built for his speakers.

Although from this angle, they’re a lot less shelf like than I thought.

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Late in the afternoon things started to go downhill.

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And pieces had to be gently persuaded to fit in their allotted space.

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When all else fails, bang it with a hammer.

This works for almost anything, although I wouldn’t recommend it for dealing with recalcitrant family members. Bail bonds are expensive these days, and orange is not a flattering color.

Shortly after I took that picture someone hit a pole down the road from our house. Power was out for the whole road and they had to call it a day.

Which is probably a good thing. Remodeling by hammer strike rarely ends well.

Bambi… the Devil’s Spawn.

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Our old doe surprised us recently. She’s been with us for a long time, and every year? She has young.

She was pregnant so often, that’s actually what we call her.  Pregnant.

Original? No.

But she didn’t look like a Betty,  so go with it.

This year she’s been moving more slowly and looks quite thin. It’s September and we hadn’t seen her with any fawns so we figured that time of her life had passed.

Until yesterday….

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When we looked out and saw her bringing a baby out of the field.

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It’s late in the year to have such a young spotted fawn.

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And to be honest, something about this baby looked…. off.

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At first I couldn’t put my finger on it.

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And then I thought…

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That little sucker just looks….

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Mean.

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Look at this last picture and tell me I’m wrong.

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Go on, I dare you.

A little more stuffing.

 

There’s stuffing everywhere.

 

 

But one side of the ceiling was finished, complete with new light fixtures.

 

 

Were they properly measured and equally spaced?

 

 

They were not… which drives me to distraction every time I look at them. But no one was fried to a crisp and they actually work, so we’ll take our blessings where we find them.

 

 

Stuffing then moved to the other side.

 

 

And things started piling up on my porch, which will not be tolerated.

 

 

Wires for the other side were moved.

 

 

And strung amongst the stuff.

Yes, there are 5 doors leaning up against the wall.

Do we need 5 extra doors?

I think you know the answer to that by now…..

 

 

A rare sighting.

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No, it’s not me eating a meatless meat patty or getting down with the free Billy Ocean album the husband’s playing to torment me in his barn, man cave large building filled with crap.

It’s this:

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Eight baby turkeys on the run, headed straight for our bird feeders.

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Momma brought them up for a nosh for the very first time since we’ve lived here.

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And that, my friends…. deserves a blog.

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The little guys were so sweet.

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Scratching the ground and pecking for seed.

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They stayed close to mom.

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And braved the great wide open for a snack.

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When mom looked wary?

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Babies did as well.

And a few seconds after this riveting video that will cause my new found legion of YouTube fans to flee….

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Momma got spooked and gathered her chicks.

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Funny thing was, all the babies ran one way and she ran the other.

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The chicks gathered.

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Huddled, and plopped right down to wait.

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When the coast was clear, momma called.

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They ran back.

And before I could focus?

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Everyone went flying for the woods.

 

 

Pandemic humor.

 

Milton Berle said laughter is an instant vacation.

So you might as well laugh, because no one’s going to Cabo anytime soon.

 

 

 

This week’s selections have a theme….

 

 

 

 

Which is basically 2020 bites….

 

 

 

 

And we’re over it.

 

 

 

Never has there been such a crazy, utterly wasted year.

 

 

 

Yes….

 

 

 

 

That pretty much says it all.

Random photos you don’t need to see, but will just to humor me.

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Our resident skunk who visits nightly.

Like everything else around here, he’s ass backwards with a black striped tail and white tip.

Regardless, he’s still a little stinker… and if the tip goes up?

Run.

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Two CH-53E Marine Corps choppers flying over our backyard during some rare state of Maine training.

We lived in the flight pattern of these babies down south when my husband was active duty, and trust me, when they go by? You feel it.

As does your house.. because everything that isn’t nailed down rattles.

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The sunset up the road from our house the other night.

You may ooh and ah at will.

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A sign I bought for the husband’s future barn bar.

Beer.

Making friends more interesting for centuries.

CSA and more rude produce.

 

This week’s CSA bounty was full.

 

 

With onions, fairy tale eggplants, celery, garlic, basil, rainbow chard, tomatoes, carrots, and salad mix.

But did you see it?

There, on the right hand side…

 

 

A slightly wrong tomato.

 

 

It’s either flipping me off…

 

 

Or sticking out it’s tongue.

 

 

Either way?

It’s rude produce, and that’s just wrong.