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I started playing Wordle when it first came out in ‘21 … and then stopped.
But I added the NYT app to my phone a few months ago and have picked it back up as a daily habit.
I’m good, and have a 100% solve rate… but I’ve never solved it in just one guess.
Until this morning.
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Yay for me.
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Our neighbor called at 7:30 last night and screamed at us to “Go outside right now!”. From the tone of her voice I figured we were being invaded by herds of rabid moose… but when I stepped off the front porch steps ?
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Wow.
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I’m 60 years old and have never seen the Northern Lights in person..
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And there they were, right over our house.
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Again, wow.
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My photos don’t do them justice..
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But the husband and I stood out on the lawn like total weirdos snapping pictures for half an hour.
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It was a truly magical experience.
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I’m not sure I completely understand what causes the phenomenon …
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But I thoroughly enjoyed it all the same.
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❤️
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Mount in place, Otis the Osprey was lifted onto the peak.
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A little crooked, but there.
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After that, it was time to secure the bolts inside.
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Which meant the ladder coming through the window…
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And being secured…
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So the husband could climb up into the rafters.
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Otis!
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He’s a wee bit crooked, but unfortunately that’s the way he was forged.
The mount is perfectly straight.
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Lots of people have noticed him when they drive by and the neighbors have all commented on his arrival.
Some think he’s an eagle.
Some think he’s a phoenix.
We were told he was an osprey, but whatever he is..
He’s finally home.
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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.
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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.
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Blech.
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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.
I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.
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Health food it’s not.
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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.
I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.
So my question is… yay or nay?
Where do you stand on Spam.
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Have I ever introduced you to Otis?
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He’s a large (expensive!) metal sculpture of an osprey on a nest that my late mother bought us over 10 years ago with the understanding he would be mounted on the Barn Mahal when construction was complete.
Sadly, my mother passed away before that happened and Otis has languished on the top floor waiting for deployment ever since.
Unfortunately the nest on which he was sat was unable to be affixed to the barn roof as is … so we had to hire a welder to design a mount which we just now did.
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Said mount, nest and bird needed to go here.
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And that wasn’t an easy task.
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But on a recent overcast day a friend was called and the job started.
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With little to no enthusiasm I may add.
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Finding the right spot to bolt the mount proved tricky and I was sent upstairs to make sure the holes were in the right place.
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Upstairs…
Otherwise known as my spouse’s airplane hangar of crap.
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If there’s empty space, you know my guy is going to fill it. I rarely get up here since the overhead door is heavy and beyond my meager arm strength.
But every time I do make the climb….
I find new (old) things.
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Did we need 4 wooden sleighs?
We did not, but apparently we own them all the same.
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I also found a rubber chicken…
As one does.
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It’s starling time again at Casa River.
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In the spring and early fall they descend…
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In very large numbers.
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And clean out our bird feeders in no time flat.
Summer may be over, but my flowers have had a miraculous resurgence.
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Everything is in full bloom and looking lovely.
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I don’t know why…
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But I’m not questioning, just enjoying.
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Even my potted hibiscus is hanging in there with the cool nights.
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Across the street… it’s all about the poles.
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More poles get jackhammered in the ground everyday.
So many poles.
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And the day I’m dreading draws ever closer.
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Two 200 foot greenhouses will dominate the view from our kitchen window any day now…
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And I am not a happy camper.
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A few sunset photos for your viewing pleasure.
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No real reason for the next one, it just made me laugh.
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Fall in Maine means apples and pumpkins and above all… turning leaves.
This is our backyard, complete with deer.
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I suffered a major loss recently when I discovered my absolutely favorite cocktail bar had gone belly up. The Blind Pig… with their amazing 10 page menu of creative alcoholic delights… has morphed into an Italian restaurant. Same owners, yes.
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The decor is similar…
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But the cocktail list pales in comparison.
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The food was good…
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The atmosphere pleasant…
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But even the funky silver fish wine decanter can’t make up the loss of my beloved artisan cocktails.
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Speaking of food, I’m including this crab cake recipe so I don’t lose it.
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If you try it before me, let me know.
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Work on the second wall of the shed extension was underway yesterday.
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And another window was added.
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As you can tell, I keep my distance. Any suggestions from me are met with a bruised male ego and annoyance that I’m questioning his carpentry skills.
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Which, of course…
I am.
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See that last remaining spot to be sided? It’s a funky little section that required careful measuring and cutting.
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Which my husband never does.
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It’s just easier to gerry rig the section with 3 different size pieces.
Sigh…
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A few fun facts about my wonderful state.
If you follow my blog you’ll have seen this first one a time or two.
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Now that’s a shoe.
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Alaska beats us.
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I remember that winter. We had temps of -18 for a week.
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Well boo to that!
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Please excuse the quality of these photographs. I was shooting through windows at night and some have annoying reflections…. but four skunks and two raccoons are too good not to share.
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We have nightly visitors like this all the time but every time I try to sneak outside for pictures they run off.
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They don’t mind me flipping on the deck lights…
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But as soon as they hear me, they’re gone.
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You’d be surprised how fast a skunk can run.
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Yes.
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I love our backyard…
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