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Okay, we don’t live in the mountains.
But there was fog over the woodchucks this morning…
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So I’m rolling with it.
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My little fellows are quite used to being served breakfast now.
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Spoiled?
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Maybe just a bit.
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Random photos you don’t need to see, but will just to humor me.
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Our resident skunk who visits nightly.
Like everything else around here, he’s ass backwards with a black striped tail and white tip.
Regardless, he’s still a little stinker… and if the tip goes up?
Run.
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Two CH-53E Marine Corps choppers flying over our backyard during some rare state of Maine training.
We lived in the flight pattern of these babies down south when my husband was active duty, and trust me, when they go by? You feel it.
As does your house.. because everything that isn’t nailed down rattles.
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The sunset up the road from our house the other night.
You may ooh and ah at will.
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A sign I bought for the husband’s future barn bar.
Beer.
Making friends more interesting for centuries.
Quality television?
The husband was scrolling through the Direct TV guide the other night, searching in vain for something worth watching.
And try as I might, I couldn’t convince him this was it.
Think of all the blog fodder I missed!
CSA and more rude produce.
This week’s CSA bounty was full.
With onions, fairy tale eggplants, celery, garlic, basil, rainbow chard, tomatoes, carrots, and salad mix.
But did you see it?
There, on the right hand side…
A slightly wrong tomato.
It’s either flipping me off…
Or sticking out it’s tongue.
Either way?
It’s rude produce, and that’s just wrong.
Big daddy.
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When Big Daddy buck comes for dinner….
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The rest of the family has to share.
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One bowl for Big Daddy…
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One bowl for everybody else.
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It’s good to be King.
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Social distancing chuckles.
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Where there’s a will there’s a way.
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In this scenario, I see my noodle landing in my margarita… and no one wants that.
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Distance.
It’s all relative.
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Canadians have the right idea with hockey sticks. You can measure distance as well as crack heads if someone gets too close.
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Wisconsin? I don’t know. I’d rather not be on the back end of that ruler…
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Bubble gyms?
If they were covered in black fabric so no one could see my quarantine twenty jiggling… maybe.
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Excellent.
And I bet their conversation is more interesting than your cousin Darryl’s anyway.
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Squirrels are people too.
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Pffft!
What’s next, motion sensor operated baptism?
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Now that makes sense!
Woodchuck dining.
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The brothers are still with us.
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Getting so fat I can hardly tell them from their mother these days.
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Although how you get fat from eating lettuce I’m sure I don’t know.
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I never tire of watching these little scutters eat.
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And the fact the two remaining siblings still stick close together makes me smile.
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They don’t always get along….
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And have been known to tussle over a prime carrot slice now and then…..
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But you rarely see one without the other.
Am I jealous the brothers are able to go out to eat and be served tasty meals?
Well, maybe a little.
When you have way too much time on your hands…
I saw an article the other day about all the amazing things people are doing with the spare time the pandemic shutdowns are providing them.
Some were worth while.
Others?
You decide.
Did Rufus McToofus need his very own adirondack chair to celebrate accordingly?
Probably not.
That’s so special it hurts.
Just…. wow.
What do you suppose those ducks are posting on social media? Can someone please investigate and report back. I’d hate for those ducks to have a more interesting blog than mine.
Finally….
A worthy use of time.
Because these things must be shared.
Remember the bizarre eggplant?
The ‘extremely happy to see you’ eggplant?
We decided to gift it to our local pub’s owner/bartender/new friend.
He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it at first…. and tried to pass it off to his employee.
Who immediately weaponized it.
And then succumbed to it’s charms.
And once he saw how well it was being received?
He fell in love.
I mean really, how could you not?
Let there be light….
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Bright and early Sunday morning the husband and his friend were hard at it.
Removing the stuffing they’d previously stuffed and drilling holes for the continuous feed wires to slip through.
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This, as you can imagine…. was a royal pain in the *ss.
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But finally, it was ready for a light fixture.
And my husband used the pool table as an auxiliary ladder.
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Viola.
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A light fixture.
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Which receives the husband’s very technical and OSHA approved tug test.
Just kidding, OSHA reps run screaming in horror from any project my husband oversees.
More stuffing, more plywood.
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Light fixture number two was not at all cooperative, and adjustments I don’t even want to contemplate were made.
This might be a good time to mention the time my husband installed a ceiling fan in our living room in North Carolina.
It took an electrician 2 hours to undo that mess.
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But after an hour of tinkering, and some oh so colorful language…
Fixture two was up.
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Were the proper amount of decorative screws used? They were not.
Was it in perfect alignment with the first light fixture? It was not.
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But since this simple job took them over 5 hours?
I doubt they cared.
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- For informational purposes only – the husband can not decide whether he wants to put ceiling fans in between the lights or just another light, hence the open middle space.
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