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Damn. That’s too much like work..

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When the weekend rolled around it was time for the husband and I to go to work.

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Since having the living room stripped bare doesn’t happen very often we decided to take advantage and paint both the ceiling and the walls.

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Husband did the ceiling…

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I did the walls. Don’t criticize the paint on the baseboard trim, it’s all being ripped out and replaced anyway.

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And no, I couldn’t talk the husband into letting me pick a color other than off white.

Change is not his friend.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was inconvenienced yet again.

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And let us know in no uncertain terms he was not pleased.

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This window viewing platform was nowhere near as comfortable as the couch.

And as the day came to an end with both of us moaning and groaning about sore muscles and aching feet… my walls looked good.

The husband’s ceiling?

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Not so much.

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He actually thought he was done after one coat.

Silly man.

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Do you think the other trees are jealous?

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When you’re in Edisto Beach, South Carolina one image looms large.

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It’s the one lone tree that stands in the surf at Boneyard Beach in the Botany Bay preserve.

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Admittedly it’s a fabulous tree.

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Silhouetted against the sky…

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All by it’s lonesome surrounded by plouffe mud.

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It’s certainly the most photographed tree there.

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But it does make me wonder if the other trees feel left out.

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No one prints postcards of them…

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And some of them are fabulous too.

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Such a strange and amazing place.

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I never would have thought dead trees could be so appealing before visiting here.

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But they were.

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And as much as I would have loved to spend the entire day here, our last few hours in South Carolina were running out and we had to move on.

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Past some live trees that were decorated with shells.

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Shelling amidst the bones.

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Walking the relatively treeless section of Boneyard Beach, it was all about the shells.

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All the beautiful shells it was illegal to remove.

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So of course most of them were perfect.

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It was hard not to slip a few into my pocket.

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There was no one around and they were so pretty.

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But I chose to do the right thing and did what others do.

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Found a perch and left my favorite (look at those colors!) for future beach walkers to enjoy.

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And then it was back to the trees.

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Those marvelously twisted…

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Skeletal trees.

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Needless to say it was against the law to remove the driftwood as well.

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A driftwood selfie was the best I could do.

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News you can’t use.

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Because I’m helpful that way.

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Considering the decided lack of, I can’t say this surprises me.

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Heck, we do it for our dogs, why not ourselves?

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Oh sure, pay big bucks and end up with a week in beautiful downtown Cartagena. Don’t forget to pack your bulletproof vest.

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I’d be 103, so probably not.

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That’s the stupidest thing I’ve seen in a while, and I do these posts every week.

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Good question.

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Seems like the father of our country was the original thigh master.

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I don’t know about you but alcohol affects my workout this way…

Choices :

1. Go to the gym

2. Go to happy hour and drink $5 margaritas.

The choice is clear.

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Bones, burls, swirls and above all… wood.

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Yes, it’s another photo filled post of Boneyard Beach at Botany Bay preserve.

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I’d say I can’t help myself, but I could. I just don’t want to.

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We loved this place and I want you to love it too.

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It was truly one the weirdest natural wonders we’ve ever explored.

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The husband insisted I take this next picture.

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Clearly size is important to men.

Some of the wood was gnarly, some dried out and some twisted.

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But this piece was marvelously swirled.

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As we walked farther down the beach the trees were really piled up.

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Each weirder than the last.

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As we rounded a bend we found areas where shells had been strategically placed.

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It’s illegal to collect and remove things from this beach so people get creative.

It’s a wonderful way to conserve the beauty but this treeless stretch had some amazing shells that were hard to leave behind.

My husband, not caring about shells… found something else photo worthy.

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I can’t imagine why.

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The blog in which His Lordship is inconvenienced but learns to make the best of it.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes the noise plastic makes when he jumps on it..

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And God knows we’ve got plenty of plastic right now.

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What he doesn’t like is plastic rooms he has no access to….

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And in true cat fashion he’s always on the wrong side of the wall.

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The newly added zippered door helps, though he still has a propensity to sit and stare.

His Lordship doesn’t understand why his house is torn apart, noisy and covered in plastic…

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But he’s trying to make the best of it.

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More of Boneyard Beach

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I wouldn’t be lying if I told you I took hundreds of pictures of this beach during our trip.

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And while I promise I won’t share them all…

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I am going to post quite a few.

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It was just that good.

The trees.

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The sky.

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The shapes.

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The weird and wonderful sculptures of nature.

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I see a person running here, anyone else?

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Home renovations are not for the faint hearted.

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Due to uncontrolled rampant dust covering every square inch and nook and cranny of our house…

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Another plastic walled room was erected.

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This time carefully avoiding the furnace’s air intake…

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Which had been sucking in dust and evenly distributing it between rooms.

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The contractor also added a zippered door so His Royal Highness could access the room at night without tearing giant holes in the plastic like he did last time.

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I have to be honest…

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I’m beginning to forget what a clean house looks like.

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A boneyard with no bones.

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Day 7, the last full day of our southern anniversary vacation started like the previous 6… with a card.

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This trip was our gift to each other so I opted for a card a day instead.

I’m thoughtful that way. 😉

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It also started with the malfunction of my very last can of (the now reformulated and totally awful Aussie instant freeze… may a pox fall upon their houses and render every last one of the executives bald) hairspray.

Oh, the horror!

With my drastically unsecured hairdo, we headed out that morning to buy a thank you gift for our neighbor who was caring for Lord Dudley Mountcatten in our absence. On the way out of the store I chuckled at the appropriate license plate of the elderly owner.

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And speaking of moss…

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We decided to make the most of our last day and return to the Botany Bay preserve to fully explore Boneyard Beach at low tide.

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Passing under that gorgeous canopy of trees again on the way in.

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It never got old.

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Our previous two trips to the beach were shortened first by loss of daylight and then by rising tide.

We hoped for better viewing this time.

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I know the pictures don’t do it justice…

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But you have to trust me, this place was amazing in person.

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Even with bad hair and high winds.

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The skeletal remains of all those trees made it feel like another planet.

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Or maybe this one after some kind of Planet of the Apes scenario.

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Look…

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My husband smiled, so you know it was special.

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I swear if I lived in this area I’d be here everyday…

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White Mountain shopping trip.

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On a beautiful sunny day last week we drove west to the White Mountains in New Hampshire.

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They still had a little snow and ice.

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Though it must not have been very thick if the fishermen were using tents instead of shacks on the lake.

The purpose of our excursion was a visit to the often advertised Green Mountain furniture store. It looked huge, so we figured… why not? We’ve been everywhere else.

After our first step inside I knew it was a wasted trip.

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Furniture?

Yes, they had some…

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But 80% of it was log cabin themed. And while I expected a little of that considering the location, the plethora of bear, moose and fake deer antlers was overwhelming.

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It honestly felt more like a jacked up Cracker Barrel gift store.

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And though we did find some traditional pieces upstairs… the only things that made us smile were the framed photos on the walls.

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