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Because I will never run out of it.
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And they say size doesn’t matter.
Pfft!
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I don’t know.
And honestly? I don’t want to know.
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Why?
Just look at the photograph. These guys have attitude to spare…
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Ouch.
I’m not sure it’s possible to receive a review worse than that.
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Oh my.
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Drunk? Perhaps…
American? I hate to say it, but probably .. she’s upholding the (not so proud) tradition of Yanks behaving badly in Europe.
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Our stone was delivered last week… on a miserably hot day.
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Since we spent a fortune redoing our driveway last summer, we’ve been extra careful about turning the wheel too sharply when the temperature and the possibility of damaging it are high.
Which is why we told the company delivering the stone to be sure and call when they were on the way so my husband could be standing out there directing them to avoid damage. We insisted on it and made sure the order stipulated calling prior to arrival in BIG BOLD LETTERS.
We waited by the phone all morning, and naturally no one called. At the precise moment I was in the bathroom and my husband walked around to the backyard?
This.
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A giant truck with two pallets of stone and a forklift not only backed into the driveway, but off it at the same time.
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Needless to say the husband was not pleased.
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The driveway was cracked and sunken in on one side.
Words were exchanged.
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And the stone that was supposed to sit close to the house within easy reach of the project was redirected here.
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Which is actually way over there.
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My husband (being my husband), made the driver wait while he mowed that section of lawn.
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After which two pallets of heavier than hell stone was plopped on a tar free surface.
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The stone comes in 3 foot sections and my back is breaking just thinking about how many trips back and forth will have to be made to ferry it when needed.
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Our backyard used to be filled with butterflies. When we moved here 20+ years ago, not a day went by without seeing a dozen flutter by.
Now?
They’re a rare sight.
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Which is why I run for my phone when one does make an appearance.
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Such delicate beauty..
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I miss them.
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💕
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The hostas by our kitchen landing are having a good year.
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A really good year. Tall and full of pale purple blooms.
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The day lilies that were dug up by our neighbor’s tractor when our water line burst a few years ago have finally come back to life.
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Half are yellow, half are this interesting double ruffle peach and coral.
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Sadly these two by the road are full of weeds..
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But the colors are spectacular.
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In other news… His Lordship almost caught the dreaded red b*tch.
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That rotten red rodent was sitting on the stone wall chattering at him, taunting him … swishing her tail and daring him to lunge.
So he did.
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But sadly, he missed… and she disappeared into the wall.
Almost, Dudley.
Almost.
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As we were driving back from the hardware store where we purchased yet more materials for the front porch, we saw this on someone’s front lawn and the husband was so enamored… he pulled into their driveway for a picture.
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Bizarre yet wonderful.
Also on the way home?
He stopped for a pie.
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The husband loves pie. And even after complaining vociferously about the growing cost of our renovation projects… purchased a blueberry for $30.
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Yes.
I completely believe that’s real natural beauty.
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Sounds like my kind of beer.
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I’d never seen this before and thought it was clever.
My husband scoffed and said, “That’s a swamp cooler. Where have you been?”
Not in a swamp apparently.
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The husband’s truck is in the shop… again. He loves that old relic but I swear it spends as much time at the repair shop as it does on the road. Thankfully our mechanic is an old friend and treats us right.
He also has a sense of humor.
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😉
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Half the new soffit is up and a support pole was placed.
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Because I don’t want to be forced to paint them every few years, PVC column wraps were purchased, for a ridiculous $200 per.
Were they easy to wrap?
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They were not.
Especially when the sun was mercilessly beating down.
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Trying to escape the heat…
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Cutting was done in the garage.
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One pole wrapped but moulding not yet added, husband moved on to taping off the windows.
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Progress is slow, but it’s progress.
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Because you never know, it might be fun.
I’m stealing a prompt from our local library this week.
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I’ll start.
Neo – The Early Years.
(That’s a Keanu Reeves-Matrix reference for those of you who are confused)
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Mom Said Don’t Eat The Brown Ones.
Always good advice.
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One Pill Makes You Larger, And One Pill Makes You Small.
Not that I would know anything about that.
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Your turn.
Give me an incorrect title.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten heard something in the woodchuck burrow .
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten investigated.
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On the other end of the woodchuck burrow?
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A woodchuck.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten switched sides and waited on that end.
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Which meant a woodchuck popped up on the first side.
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So His Lordship switched sides again and waited.
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And finally, after Lord Dudley’s servant was tired of standing in the heat and about to drag him back in the house….
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Interspecies communication.
Disclaimer – no woodchucks (or cats!) were harmed in the making of this blog.
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I love my town.
We’re small, rural and delightfully quirky. It’s all about community and neighbors helping neighbors.
Our food bank serves home cooked meals on pick up day and has coffee and pastries for patrons .
Our recycling barn has a “gift shop” where everything is free.
The farmer’s market is a great place to support local businesses, buy organic produce, bring home handmade goodies…. and now?
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Apparently you can partner with a cabbage or eggplant and cut the proverbial rug.
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If you remember, I’ve been fruitlessly shopping for coffee and end tables. Ever since we got the new living room furniture I’ve been looking but not finding. Just when I was about to give up and resign myself to living with the old beaten up pieces…Amazon to the rescue.
I never thought about looking there for decent furniture. Figured it would all be pressboard and veneered crap. But when you’re desperate? You take a chance.
I started with the smallest end table.
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And it wasn’t half bad.
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Simple to assemble and made from surprisingly solid wood. Since I had good luck with that, I ordered the second slightly larger end table.
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Mission style, which blends nicely with the new dining room.
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With a drawer and shelf in surprisingly nice hard solid wood.
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I’m so tickled with the quality and remarkably low price, I’m going to order the third and largest piece for in front of the couch.
I’m thrilled.
My husband? Not so much…
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Since he’s the one who has to put them all together.
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