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One side of the drainage trench was dug.
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And the perforated pipe was attached to the catch basin and set in place.
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The hose was deployed to simulate rain…
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And water flowed.
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When installation was deemed satisfactory, backfill was added.
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From the lovely little plywood backed dirt piles .
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Hard to believe this took two men almost 8 hours….
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But when my husband is involved there will be some serious chatting along with the working.
😉
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Working with our contractor has ended for now but will resume in a week or two. And God forbid my retired husband should enjoy himself and do something fun. No…
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He’s decided to lay perforated drainage pipe.
You know, the one I told him to lay last year when he installed that drainage box.
Ever since we had the driveway redone last year water has been funneling down to our kitchen landing/porch and in heavy rain we step outside to a river.
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The catch basin was a good idea, but the husband poo poo’d the extra effort involved in laying pipe saying it wasn’t necessary.
Guess what?
It was.
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So today…
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Trench work began.
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With some help from his cousin.
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Rock and clay don’t make it easy.
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To be honest, I’d be disappointed if you could.
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Trivial enough for you?
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I hate when that happens.
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I’m at the age when even pink walks won’t help.
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I’m sure her child will be thrilled to read that article when he/she grows up.
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I don’t care for cruises and there’s more than one reason why, but a boat full of naked passengers is at the top of the list.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an interactive television watcher.
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Especially when it’s a Nature documentary on birds of prey.
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Summer is coming.
You’re welcome.
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It’s been a weird, cold and wet spring. We still have temperatures dropping to 40 so while the grass is a stunning vibrant green…
Most of the trees haven’t leafed out yet.
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Not that His Lordship cares, there are still mice to hunt.
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The Orioles are still here and eating jars of grape jelly faster than I can buy them. They’re beautiful and hungry.
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A bluebird, just because.
💕
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This just keeps getting better.
Not.
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Several risks? I’m guessing there will be more than that.
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So once it lies, it won’t be able to stop?
Great.
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Lying, and manipulating humans to do its bidding.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you….
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Our resident fox is a beauty.
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Healthy, bright eyed and judging from this photo?
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Possibly a momma.
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Who likes to lie down while eating.
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😊
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I have always loved Bull Terriers. Standard or miniature, they’re wonderfully funky little dudes.
So when I saw this on FB the other day I knew I had to share.
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Admittedly some of the drawings are a little cheeky.
(Sorry, I had to)
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But all them are clever and make me smile.
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Jimmy can mix drinks for me anytime.
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💕
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You’re here.
It’s required.
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We used to have a big, beautiful, fat and fluffy white cat.
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He was a long haired Japanese bob tail Manx that I let the neighborhood children name when we lived in North Carolina.
They were sweet kids, if not terribly original… hence the name Mr. White.
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Mr, White made the move back to Maine with us and lived a very long (24 years!) and happy life. He’s buried under a tree on our property and thanks to my mother…who loved to brush him and keep his coat silky smooth… parts of him are still with us.
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Yes, I know it’s bizarre… but the coffee table drawer in our living room that holds Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s leash and toys also contains balls of Mr White’s fur rolled into balls by my mother.
It was a running joke that he shed so much fur she could make a pillow with it one day. Or a blanket. Or a hat.
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Clearly she was on to something.
I know I should toss those old fur balls. It’s not like I’m going to knit cat hair socks or a scarf, but for some reason I just can’t bring myself to do it. Weird as it is, they make me smile.
How about you…
What weird thing can’t you bring yourself to throw out?
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I don’t know about you…
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But I don’t think trusting AI with deep space diplomacy is a very good idea.
👽
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It’s finally happened.
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My husband put his Harley up for sale.
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After one last ride that almost made him change his mind.
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He bought the bike in 2009, without me knowing because asking forgiveness is easier than asking permission.
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We already had one motorcycle and certainly didn’t need another….
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But his friend Jim’s brother had died and left the bike to Jim who didn’t ride.
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It’s an ‘87 FXLR that was completely stripped down and rebuilt, powder coated, switched from chain to belt, digital instrumentation, extra chrome… custom all the way.
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To the tune of $27,000. We have the paperwork.
Since the owner was a friend who wanted his late brother’s bike to have a good home, my husband purchased it for a quarter of that price.
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Sounds like a great deal but …
(You knew there would be a but.)
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Just because it’s custom doesn’t mean it’s comfortable, which it isn’t. The back seat is tiny… and my derrière is not. I could ride about a half an hour tops, before screaming uncle. And the late brother was a tall man, my husband is not… so shifting was a bit of an uncomfortable stretch.
It’s also a Harley, which means it breaks down frequently. That’s fine if you’re a gear head tinkerer, expensive as Hell if you’re not.
I’ve been squawking about hubby selling it for almost as long as we’ve had it but last weekend, without any prompting from me…. out it went on the front lawn. Miracles do happen.
Of course his asking price is about $3,500 over what it should be… so whether he’s really serious about letting it go is debatable.
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