Random cat photos and digital rugs.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten and his vampire teeth like to sleep next to me when I read.

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This makes for some slightly disturbing photos.

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Good thing he’s a pacifist.

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We’ve been having a lot of small snow storms lately and are getting to that point in winter where clearing chores are losing their allure.

So let me just drop this here…

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You can’t beat the price.

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I can totally see our cat doing this and holding us hostage for tuna.

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Said feline’s new favorite spot.

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And speaking of spots, I’ve been meaning to put a rug under that table ever since we bought it but can’t find the right one.

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Which means I waste entirely too time superimposing digital varieties.

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Have any of you tried those washable versions?

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They’re pretty, but seem so thin and cheap I’m thinking they can’t be any good.

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What say you to cheap washable rugs?

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News you can’t use.

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It’s Monday.

Buckle up…

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That’s not at all terrifying.

Nope.

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Good grief.

Does everything have to be political?

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So basically it’s like every other major corporation.

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Proving even robots know when to say when.

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I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve felt embarrassed for a robot.

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So that’s where it went.

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Thank you, but I’ll think I’ll stick with the stupid version.

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It’s not going well.

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Installation of the new wall sconces started simply enough that afternoon.

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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten on hand for the box unpacking assist.

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He follows my husband everywhere, like a devoted dog.

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Me? I’m just tolerated for my can opening and litter box cleaning ability. 🥴

When all the pieces and parts of the lights were laid out and the instructions ignored, because… you know, men… it was time to begin.

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Upon initial examination, the existing electrical boxes (circa 1974 when the house was built) didn’t look good.

They were metal, barely stable, filled with old paper and sawdust and had nowhere to attach the new mounting hardware.

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So they had to go.

New boxes were purchased…

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But of course they didn’t fit.

*side note- this wall is actually two sections of old paneling I painted when we first moved in. Neither of us was skilled enough in wallboard mudding and application to rip it out around the fireplace… so there it’s stayed for 20 odd years. This was never an issue, until now*

For the next few hours my husband cursed, sputtered and cut. Or tried to. He only needed to make the holes a wee bit bigger but doing so without splitting and splintering the ancient paneling was more of a challenge than he thought.

By dinner time he’d finagled the boxes into larger holes, mounted the new hardware, grounded and wired one new sconce and attached it to the wall.

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As you can see this did not go as planned.

To be continued…

Hopefully.

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Canadian funnies, ice fishing fabulousness and a dump run I told you so.

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I’ve never been to Canada but am well acquainted with their geese.

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Seriously, these birds don’t play.

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We love the noisy little devils and see them often in our part of Maine.

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Because honestly, who needs ICE when you have geese?

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A photo of our local ice fishing camp at sunset.

I have no desire to sit on a stool in a frozen shack and stare at a hole in the ice waiting for tiny, oily smelt to swim by, but it’s hard to argue with the optics.

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Okay, I admit it. My husband came home from the “gift store” … aka the dump… with a treasure.

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A brand new Star Wars Death Star cheese cutting set that we’re going to give to a friend who’s obsessed with the movies.

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$86 at Macy’s and the husband got it for free.

He was grinning from ear to ear…. while I was horrified at the dangerous precedent this is going to set.

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They’re not even close.

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We were expecting two packages the other day and after receiving an email saying they had been delivered? I searched… but found nothing.

And then I looked out our side window in the den. It faces our neighbors long driveways that lead down to their houses on the water.

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Spotting two boxes and thinking they might be ours, the husband went to check.

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Neither one was…

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They’d just been dumped in the snow by delivery drivers too lazy to drive the distance to our neighbor’s houses.

Do you know what happens to cardboard boxes that are dumped in melting snow? They get wet, and fall apart and provide no protection to the items inside.

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So my husband walked back to get his car, retrieved the soggy packages and delivered them to our neighbors.

Good thing too… because our boxes had been delivered to them by mistake.

Geesh.

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News you can’t use.

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Because it’s Monday and we all feel useless.

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And as far as I’m concerned… Florida can keep them.

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Dandelion condoms?

Who looked at that pesky weed and thought, gee … that looks like great birth control.

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Proof positive rough Saturday nights have been around for a verrrrry long time.

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I’m guessing other things will be boosted. Be sure to stay upwind…

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That’s one tough bird.

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Not my idea of paradise, but to each their own.

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Is there nothing it can’t cure?

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Have you ever tried mushroom coffee?

I didn’t know it was a thing until my Facebook page started exploding with ads for the damned stuff.

I don’t drink coffee so I’m not apt to try it, but if you believe their ads this miracle beverage is like a Ginsu knife from the 70’s… it does everything.

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Impressive.

Though if I was the lady on the left I think I’d contact a doctor before reaching for mushroom coffee.

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