I was scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day and saw something ridiculous. Or rather, something wonderfully ridiculous as opposed to all the eye rolling ridiculousness FB is flooded with lately.
It was this:
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Being proud of my Scottish roots, I had to investigate the page from whence this jewel came.
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And as you can see, I joined my people.
I mean really…
How could I not?
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I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this page immensely.
The final piece of stone siding on our front porch was installed…
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And after a mere five months, the remodel project was complete.
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Well, almost.
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A new light fixture needed to be hooked up… and because my husband returned the matching stone mounting block I chose, not to mention the color coordinated vinyl siding mounting block I brought home and decided to take the easy way out when it came to cutting the stone…
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Things did not go well.
Have you ever tried to mount a flat light fixture to an anything but flat surface of ledge stone?
I realize I haven’t posted many photos of our fall foliage this year.
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The reason being it hasn’t been a very good leaf peeping season.
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Oh, there’s color…
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But by Maine standards it’s been very muted this autumn.
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Too much rain late in the summer and an early mini cold snap that forced the trees to turn too soon could be the reason.
Anyway…
After running a few errands down south, we realized we’d skipped lunch and headed to a very popular Wells restaurant for an early dinner.
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Off season, on a Thursday… and there was a line half an hour before they opened. We weren’t going to wait, but.
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It’s a steakhouse and my husband loves a good steak.
When the doors opened and the mad rush for upstairs dining was in full force, we took the road less traveled and headed for the bar on the first floor.
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This place is impossible to get in during the summer, jam packed every night so we were expecting amazing things.
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My appetizer was not one of them.
Shrimp and crab stuffed mushrooms. Dry uninteresting balls of stuffing they must have waved a crab over and called it good.
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Two overly sweetened cocktails in, my salad was basically a bowl of iceberg lettuce drenched in bottled blue cheese.
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We both ordered the filet mignons, which were decent enough… though nothing to gush over.
Places like this always make me wonder why people are willing to stand on line for basically nothing special.
Back at the shed extension project, some trim was added.
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And oddly added at that.
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And even though the third wall/door hadn’t been figured out, work moved to the roof.
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Where my too cheap to buy more husband used part tar paper, part leftover ice and water shield.
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He kills me that way.
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The man thinks nothing of dropping $200 for dinner, but balks at buying a last roll of tar paper or another full piece of wood when leftovers will do.
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Whatever.
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This is where the third wall should go… except the raison d’etre for the extension is rolling the antique carriage under cover so my husband wants to leave it open. I’m lobbying for some type of large door but with the roof angled for rain and the side of the existing building so clearly off square I’m meeting a lot of resistance.
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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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
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