I’m loathe to admit it, but the other day?
I Googled the name of my blog to see what would pop up.
Ironically, my blog didn’t… but I discovered something just as interesting.
I’m a chain of stores in Saudi Arabia.
Who knew?
So if you find yourself with extra time on your hands the next time you’re in Riyadh…
Stop by and say hello.
And let me know if it’s worth suing over name rights.
P. S. …. Don’t forget to bring me back a chicken print burka.
I was sitting in the living room reading when movement caught my eye.
On closer inspection:
Knowing this was not going to end well, I went outside to chase the little red bastard investigate.
Momma squirrel was back.
When she saw me, she ran.
And I thought, there.
That was easy.
But she wasn’t running because I’d scared her.
No.
She was just looking for a place to stash the apple chunk she’d stolen from the deer.
I found this piece, and 4 others in various nooks and crannies of the table and chairs.
The next morning? 3 more pieces.
So now, everyday when I go outside?
I have to pull half eaten apple pieces out of our patio furniture before the ants descend.
Good times.
I hate that squirrel!
Because laughter is literally the only medicine.
I haven’t walked into a bar in 142 days.
Let that sink in…. and tell me pigs aren’t flying somewhere.
Correct signage has never been more important.
I’m beginning to notice a trend.
He’s right.
We probably are.
Finally, a way to make men wear masks!
Thank you Katie.
And if all that was too depressing, let me leave you with this…..
You’re welcome.
But you probably guessed that from the first picture.
More specifically it was 16 foot long boards that weighed a ton and had to be dragged out of the big barn and across the lawn with yours truly trying my best not to drop them on her toes.
Of course it would have been too easy if they’d fit in the 16 foot long spaces. Where’s the fun in that? No… each one had to be measured and cut around the wonky interior frame.
After tar paper was laid out.
Why tar paper? Because the husband wanted a moisture barrier… but more importantly, because he already had two ancient rolls buried in the garage.
What was holding down the tar paper as we attempted to fit the boards you ask?
Absolutely nothing.
Good times.
Was it hot?
A mere 92 degrees in the shade.
Vintage tools and make shift tables?
Check.
Did he have enough boards?
Not really.
Were they all the same width?
Of course not.
Did he care?
I seriously doubt it.
Can’t find a mask to suit your personality?
I think I can help with that.
For all my wonderful women friends?
For all my slightly wine addicted friends?
For Star Wars fans like James.
Do you love horses… or just want to look like one?
I’ve got your back.
There are even masks for those who need to read lips.
And of course, there are masks made just for me..
And because I shamefully admit there are multiple tie dye items in my closet….
This one is calling my name.
I should probably wear one of those when assisting my husband with outdoor projects.
Dr. Seuss has a say…
And finally, if you’re just sick and tired of everyone?
It’s a large thing.
And I have no idea how the thing got here.
I didn’t plant the thing, but maybe a woodchuck did.
The thing has started to lean…
And bloom.
Does anyone know what this thing is?
Hummingbirds.
More precisely our resident Ruby Throated Hummingbird.
He’s laid claim to the feeder….
And ferociously fights off all the others who attempt to sip.
I’ve tried to get videos of the aerial ballets….
But they’re much too fast for my lame camera equipment.
You wouldn’t think something so tiny would be so fierce.
But even this guy keeps his distance.
Because size doesn’t matter.
Or so I’ve been told.
We recently had an election and one of the local referendums was so important I had to get involved.
I lobbied hard.
I raised awareness of the injustice.
I persuaded, cajoled and yes…. even threatened everyone I knew to do their part for equality and democracy.
What was this earth shattering vote about?
Our local pub being able to serve alcohol during the week.
The voice of the people was heard.
Victory was mine!
Another reason to love my town?
They post warnings like this:
Sorry, but if I have $50 worth of filet mignon on the grill?
That bear can pull up a chair and join us before I let it go from rare to well done.
Goat hay?
Do they eat it or sleep on it… and how bad does it have to be before it’s graded down to goat quality?
Cow.
Horse.
Stuffing for the spare bedroom pillow when your MIL visits.
Then goat… seems fair.
And finally, our town as seen from the air.
Rural.
Natural.
Maine.
The way life should be.
River's world..... 