He needs a hobby.

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Notice anything wrong in this picture?

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Take a closer look.

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I walked into the living room after showering the other day and found the husband had removed our old wall sconces beside the mantle.

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Granted, I’d hated them since we moved in and always sputtered about replacing them but out of nowhere… bam!

The husband was bored, decided to get rid of them and now I have no choice.

Of course he thought we could just go to a store that afternoon and buy new ones. Not realizing that the three largest lighting stores and distributors in our area all closed after Covid.

Finding new fixtures is not as easy as it seems. We visited Lowe’s and Home Depot and were very disappointed. We stopped into a few small boutique accessory stores but the selections were extremely limited. Which means hours of online shopping and not being able to judge quality in person.

After perusing a few sites? I fear purchasing sconces is going to be reminiscent of our furniture shopping debacle.

Here are some of the choices…

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Do I want lights that look like potato wedges?

I do not.

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Like a sponge?

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A tree branch Lord Dudley could climb?

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An orange donut?

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A light saber?

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Or whatever the Hell that is?

No, no, no, no and Hell no.

The search continues….

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but read it anyway.

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Damn!

Now I really feel old.

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Yes. Someone stole a huge batch of cooked and picked lobster meat that was headed for Costco.

Talk about your giant lobster roll!

🦞

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Worst. Denial. Ever!

The poor beast, look how embarrassed he is.

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And yes, my husband does every single one of them. Cold calling, long texts, butt dialing, and accidental flashlight.

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As far as I’m concerned, this attack is completely justifiable.

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Random nonsense.

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As I crossed over the new bridge to Brunswick…

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X marked the spot.

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For what, I have no idea.

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Not only was I unaware of the slang… I was unaware there’s a Generation Z.

Yay me.

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What the utter hell is that…

And why would you want one?

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A friend recommended this book to me last year but knowing it would trigger some painful memories, I put off reading it until now. Written by a hospice nurse about her strange experiences with death, it put me right back in the room when my mother passed. Some things can’t be explained… but they do happen, I witnessed that first hand. And after reading this book I realized what I thought was astounding is pretty commonplace. Which blew my mind all over again.

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Yes, the squirrels at Casa River are well fed.

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Very well fed.

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❤️

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Maps, serious and otherwise.

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It’s that time again.

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There’s a statistic I never gave much thought.

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4th safest?

I’ll take it.

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All over safety?

New England rocks.

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Dark purple for the win.

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I’ve never bought a lottery ticket in my life.

Ever. Not one.

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I’m tempted to visit our town office and ask for a permit just to flip people out.

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They say there’s not much corn here, yet we see fields of it all the time.

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And not a 40 in the bunch?

I don’t think my husband ever worked under 50 in his life.

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Miscellaneous snippets.

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A little bit of Maine humor …

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And a spam text with a more interesting message than, “Hi. How are you?”.

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Motivational spam.

Welcome to the new world.

🤣

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Backyard visitor raiding the bird feeders.

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We’ve had all of these under the man cave//Barn Mahal over the years.

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Husband has a massive brush pile down in our woods. Never had a rabbit though..

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I’ve been actively searching for the old photo of me sitting at the kitchen table with 2 feathered roach clips clamped on my shirt and a tomahawk on my lap. As I remember… it was a (lame) last minute attempt at a Halloween costume.

What can I say? It was early 1981.

And no, I didn’t get mine from a random guy at a carnival.

Will post if found.

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Fun discovery on the husband’s Audi.

When you open the doors? Their lighted logo shines on the ground. Even his beloved BMW’s didn’t do that.

😉

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News you can’t use.

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The first useless news of the new year!

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And I thought my bunions made shoe shopping difficult.

Damn.

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Spiritual funghi.

Who knew?

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I, Robot.

We’re almost there.

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I’m guessing through a haze of marijuana smoke, but I could be wrong.

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It may be a new year, but my useless news is right on track.

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What?

You didn’t think I’d include the list…

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Ouch!

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Not again!

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They say the third time’s a charm, but after two different rammings by passing vehicles that damaged our mailbox and forced my husband to make repairs to the box and the post…. the town snow plow finished the job by completely obliterating our mailbox and sending it sailing into the void on Christmas Eve.

Here’s a picture of the husband valiantly searching for it next to the empty post…

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We had no idea where it was, or how far away it travelled. Which meant another replacement.

This isn’t a fun project even in nice weather, but in deep snow, 7 degree temperatures and a brisk wind?

It’s hellish.

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Especially when you didn’t realize the mounting hardware and post adapter required weren’t included until you started the job.

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Temporary solution?

Bungee cords.

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The day after Christmas my DIY husband decided he could mount the box without the post adapter it needed.

I disagreed vehemently but was ignored…. and out came the sawzall. After removing the offending rear part? He came inside when he realized he’d broken the door off.

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This stupid mailbox cost $100… but the door was only held on by a tiny bit of glue on the little hinge strip seen above.

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We tried every glue we had in the house but nothing held… and since my husband cut a piece of the metal off the back, it’s not like we could return the box to the store.

Solution?

Screw it.

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Literally and figuratively.

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Then file down the pointy screws so the mailman doesn’t slash his wrist open when he delivers mail.

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It’s not pretty, but it works.

Until the next big snow storm.

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