Neither snow, nor rain…

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My husband may not be a mailman, but his version of that age old creed says nothing will come between him and his television. Not even the ripping Maine N’or Easter with 50 mph winds and heavy wet snow that pummeled us yesterday leaving half our state without power.

Thankfully we never lost electricity… but when my spouse lost the satellite signal?

Out he went.

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Digging in the shed for a ladder.

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Trudging across the back lawn…

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To knock the wet snow off the dish.

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Reception restored, he trudged back in the house…

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Only to return an hour later for more sweeping.

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What can I say?

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The man really likes his tv.

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Go west (not so) young River…

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We headed west recently… which is always a nice drive.

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Destination?

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An unassuming little Italian restaurant housed in an old shoe factory.

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Lots of original exposed beams and sunlight.

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And some seriously good mojitos. This one is blackberry.

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I passed on the pickle.

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Lunch for me was a tasty chicken carbonara tortellini. Their pasta is fresh and fabulous. Mojito #2? Mango.

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Husband went with haddock piccata minus the capers, garlic butter linguini and maple glazed carrots. Scrumptious.

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I meant to ask the bartender about this rather odd Nesquick placement but was too busy eating.

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Raspberry cheesecake for the spouse.

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And a rare bananas foster for me. I love this caramel and rum soaked treat but rarely find it in Maine. It was too apt to melt for a leftover box so I had to each the whole thing in one sitting.

I had to.

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The one where I blog about cicada pee.

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Sometimes I find a news you can’t use article that deserves its own post.

Cicada urine definitely fits the bill.

You’re welcome.

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Two different batches of the noisy little devils are set to hatch this spring so in their honor, read on..

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Aren’t you glad you subscribe to this blog?

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My idea of fun isn’t watching insects urinate, but hey… whatever floats your boat.

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Admit it, you’re going to time yourself now.

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And because I’m nothing if not thorough.

For your viewing pleasure…

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I’m floored.

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I’m happy to report that our new flooring is 100% complete.

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One last box was just enough to finish the front door section.

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And we are pleased.

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I’m also pretty stoked that we nailed the color match of the moulding stain.

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Floor moulding new, door and window moulding old.

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See the little cove moulding piece on the bottom of the cabinet?

Pretty, pretty, pretty damn close!

(Last sentence must be read with Larry David accent for full effect)

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Replacing me is hard to do.

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Work resumed in the crap filled dungeon cellar the other day and more ceiling panels were installed…. with one glaring difference.

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I wasn’t assisting.

After the last bout of me trying (and failing) to hold a sheet a plywood in place over my head while the husband drilled …. replacement help was enlisted in the form of my husband’s cousin.

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This is a completed section with ceiling, insulated walls and shelving. Not that you can see much of it through the solid mass of worthless crap treasure.

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This is an uncompleted section, and if you look closely you can see the husband on a ladder surrounded by his ridiculous amount of junk treasures.

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Funny part is his cousin turned out to be a pretty useless assistant. He was always in the way and actually dropped a piece of plywood on my husband’s head.

Even I never did that.

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News you can’t use.

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Useless and chuckle worthy is my goal.

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I must be part Labrador… because all this extra weight I’m carrying can’t be my fault.

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What a deal.

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I can’t say I’ve ever had any great desires to visit Detroit… but now I kind of do.

Singing pork products are hard to find.

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And so it begins…

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Someone probably did, but I’m guessing it wasn’t this guy.

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