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Because I sod we would…

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Rock wall repair completed, it was time to tackle the grass-less section of dirt. We’ve been abnormally dry for the past few months and our lush green lawn was anything but. The weeds? They’re doing just fine. 😡

We tried seeding the bald area, but of course the minute we did that… we had a gushing thunderstorm that washed it all into the ditch. Enter some strategically placed sod.

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I’ve never sodded anything before so the fact that it came in nicely rolled little burritos tickled my funny bone.

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The color doesn’t exactly match….

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But it’s close enough for a ditch and will hopefully blend over time.

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Trying to keep it moist enough to root will be a bit of a challenge with the drought….

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But for $40 it was a quick efficient fix.

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In honor of the Olympics.

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*Warning- this is really just a Dudley photo dump and has little (okay, absolutely nothing) to do with the Olympics*

I love to watch the Olympics, sometimes with Lord Dudley Mountcatten by my side. So with that in mind, I bring you…

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His Lordship’s favorite event is the feather ball toss.

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He practices daily.

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And is in gold medal contention for his bat it under the couch and then howl until the human recovers it routine.

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If looks could kill?

Ouch.

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Nice squashing form!

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No, I’m not through taking pictures yet.

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Caught in mid swipe…

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Time outs must be taken for fly hunting.

And then?

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A nap on the ball.

Athletes be tired.

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I love my town.

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This month someone is seeking a new home for their goats.

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Nothing wrong with that… but the reason?

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Now that’s a bit disturbing. If you have to re-home your goats because of rats? You might want to re-examine your current living conditions as well as your livestock’s.

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Do you have a guy? We have a guy. I can’t tell you the name of our guy because then he would be your guy and wouldn’t have time to be ours.

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Aww. I haven’t seen the lost pig, but if these people are really the owners…. shouldn’t they know the pig’s gender by now?

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Okay, so not everyone is polite in our town.

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Bunny! In all the years we’ve lived here we’ve never had a visiting bunny. And from the text of the announcement, it’s now abundantly clear why. We simply don’t have the right kind of weed.

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Because I’m evil that way.

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Since the husband wasted our entire July 4th holiday weekend rebuilding the stone wall, before his helper left on the last day… I had my revenge.

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And got them to put up the two missing shutters. You know, the ones that had blown off the house 4 years ago and the husband never got around to fixing.

That’s the husband stuck in the unforgiving shrubbery under the shutters.

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Getting a ladder in there was no easy task.

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But together they made quick work of it.

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And the (extremely old, faded, really need to be painted or replaced with new) shutters were back in place.

It didn’t totally make up for missing fireworks and alcohol fueled celebrations, but I take what I can get.

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The Screaming Goat quiz

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You wished thought I forgot? No such luck.

Time to test your goat knowledge!

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The book’s answer is here:

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But if you want better, and much more creative answers? Check out the blog I… or rather my screaming goat… inspired.

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https://morepotatoes.com/2021/07/06/reasons-to-buy-a-screaming-goat-toy/

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No peeking at the first photo.

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Puny humans. We don’t scream nearly as well either.

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I was a little disappointed with this answer.

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Only 5? I was hoping it was 15 so I could hire a goat to wash the barn windows.

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There’s a goat legend? How did I not know this…

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And finally…

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If you’ve ever watched a goat eat a tin can you know he needs more than one.

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I think that’s a nice way to say goats might need to order the fart blanket I profiled a while back.

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Rock Steady.

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Day 4, the finale.

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And because no project ever goes smoothly at Casa River…. when they reached the end, something went wrong and piles of rocks had to be removed and replaced.

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And right after I filmed that utterly riveting video (that WordPress decided to cut and only load half, for which you should be grateful)? They disturbed a mouse nest and were attacked by one royally pissed off mother rodent. But finally… late that afternoon, it was declared finished.

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Okay, so it looks a little pregnant in the middle due to a slight bump out.

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But at that point I don’t think their aching backs cared.

Before:

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And though I do miss the curved corner, after:

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Before:

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After:

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To be honest, he dug this one down too far as well… and I still wish it was taller on the high end of the grass. I’m not complaining just to complain…. but I’m the one who has to pull all the grass and weeds that blow in there from the mower because it’s too low.

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But it looks a lot better than it did…. and in 10-15 years when Maine’s notorious frost heaving and shifting earth crumbles this one? We’ll probably hire someone to rebuild it again because we’ll be too old and decrepit. Maybe then I can have a high wall.

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Christmas in July?

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Some years, if we’re not traveling… we spend Christmas Day with friends. They tend to have less emotional baggage than family, and are generally a lot more fun. Of course last year, Covid ruined everything about the holidays and we neither traveled nor made merry with friends. Boo to global pandemics! They’re such a buzz kill.

Our friends, being fun loving (as well as gift greedy) have decided to celebrate 2020’s lost holiday in July. (It will be a barbecue/pool party at our friend’s newly purchased house/horse farm/how the Hell is a 50 something single woman going to take care of this huge spread by herself.)

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We’ve been invited and encouraged to get into the Christmas in July spirit…. so naturally I will be wearing this:

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Because nothing says Ho! Ho! Ho! like Santa in a mankini.

I will also be bringing this:

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A Covid themed piñata, so we can all take our frustrations over the past year out on something other than our spouses.

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Yes. To all of that. And I won’t be filling it with candy, no. In honor of the shit show that was 2020 I will fill it with these:

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What are those you ask? Only the perfect gift to give your friends in case certain items become hard to find again.

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Portable toilet paper! Am I a genius or what?

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And to further get into the Christmas spirit? I’ve purchased this 2020 totally went down the drain themed tree.

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I did not however purchase the accompanying ornaments.

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Tree turd danglers?

No.

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Definitely, no.

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Rock on.

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Stone wall rebuild… Day 3.

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The end was in sight.

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And I thought they were almost finished…

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Until I caught them at the large (also slightly crumbling) stone wall behind the choke cherry tree.

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The dreaded cannabalization had begun.

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Robbing Peter to pay Paul….

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And now sections of the big wall look bereft.

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Good thing they’re almost done.

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