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The February red squirrel from my calendar.
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This photo has shaken me to my core…. because if our resident rodent discovers power tools?
We’re doomed.
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Got icicle?
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We do.
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And it’s a beauty.
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Matter of fact, I’m thinking it would make an excellent red squirrel impaler.
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I dare her to try and climb up that gutter.
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Time Traveler
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After reading a friend’s post a few days ago ( Hi Grace! ) I followed her lead and searched for the new words that were added to the dictionary the year I was born.
( Yes smart asses, they had dictionaries back then. The stone tablet pages were just harder to turn. )
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Let’s take a look shall we?
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I admit to having to look up anxiolytic…. which was stressful and might make me reach for one.
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Being the last year of the boomers, I was surprised to see it took that long for the phrase to be admitted.
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Baggie and banana seat? Both of those were featured prominently in my formative years…. and for completely different reasons.
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I only got halfway through the definition of bioturbation.
When I came to the defecation of sediment grains part? I figured I’d heard enough.
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But damn, call forwarding and call waiting? I don’t want to be blamed for those.
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Heartbroken.
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The beautiful stray cat we fell in love with and gave a home?
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Has been returned to his rightful owners.
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I think you can guess that wasn’t my choice…. but when you receive a call from the local police department, there really isn’t any way to avoid it.
Apparently his people had been frantically searching for him but aren’t active on social media and didn’t see my original posts about finding him. A friend of theirs alerted a lost animal site…
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And there really was no doubt.
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After the police gave me their phone number, I found this on my FB messenger.
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Damn.
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They live right up the road from us.
The guilt was strong, because I really wanted to keep him.
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But look, he has a twin brother.
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Double damn. There were worried children.
I had to call.
So I called.
They came, they thanked us profusely, they took their beautiful kitty, and yes…. I cried.
Now the house seems emptier than ever.
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And then there were shelves.
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Along with the 120 year old reclaimed barn wood chairs came 120 year old reclaimed barn wood shelves. Problem was the side you’re supposed to display was so dark it looked awful against the light walls and didn’t blend with the bar or chairs.
Solution? We flipped them upside down.
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And installed the railroad spike brackets.
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Talk about rugged! These shelves could hold an elephant…. but if you see a pink one wandering around, I’m shutting you off.
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Bottles were brought from the house for proper spacing.
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And then came the disagreement.
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I have a lot of bottles, which is why I had 4 shelves made.
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But now the husband only wants 2 on this side instead of the planned 3.
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When you’re mixing cocktails, variety is key.
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And I can’t put another one on the opposite side because, you know… short people.
I have more bottles that need a home. Stay tuned..
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Learn something new everyday.
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So I had to buy it.
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Because our weekly Scrabble games demanded it… and I’m tired of the husband getting mad when I tell him his word doesn’t exist.
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Hornito is a mound of volcanic matter?
I always thought it was a tequila.
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I admit to not knowing recta was the plural of rectum… and won’t comment on its proximity to the word rectory.
Nope. Not going there.
And speaking of Jesus…
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All this was fascinating but I draw the line here.
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Grr should not be an acceptable Scrabble word.
And grrrl?
Apparently it references a feminist punk rock movement in the Northwest called Riot Grrrl.
I call foul. And despise common usage additions to dictionaries.
P.S. don’t tell my husband.
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Chairs are a beautiful thing.
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And we’re so in love with ours right now I fear they’ll be occupying blog space for a while.
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Do you know how nice it is to actually be able to sit at our bar?
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Trust me, after weeks of standing? It’s seriously nice.
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And yes, I admit a fair amount of alcoholic beverages have been consumed in the short time we’ve owned them.
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Note to self – clear off magnetic bottle opener before guests arrive.
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Ah….
Chairs.
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Please, make it stop.
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Why?
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Why does Facebook think I need a product from a company called Turdcules?
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I understand algorithms, but I swear I’ve never posted anything about steamy butt nuggets.
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The Throne Room newsletter?
Please, no.
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And then we got the call.
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The call that we’d been waiting 7 weeks for finally came.
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And we headed down to the workshop in Biddeford to pick up our custom made bar chairs.
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It was an awful morning, snow showers at our house and rain farther south.
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So I was bound and determined our haul was going to be tightly secured and fully covered for transport.
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These babies are heavy, so when we got home the husband had to haul them all out to the Man Cave.
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Made from 120 year old reclaimed Vermont barn boards, no two are the same.
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At first the husband was upset they didn’t all match perfectly, but that’s what I love about them.
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And they may not look it, but they’re quite comfortable.
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So yes, an inaugural beer was poured. At 10:45 am.
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And consumed while seated. Don’t judge…
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Though why the darn man wasn’t smiling I have no idea. He really was happy, but I guess you’ll have to take my word on that.
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They keep on coming.
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Because the ball wash ads weren’t bad enough.
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Now I’m seeing this on my Facebook feed.
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Butt incense and polite bacteria?
Sorry, I find them both rude.
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Oh, look. Bright colors and assorted flavors.
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My privates do indeed go everywhere I go (except my uterus which I left at the hospital 5 years ago) but they will continue to go without butt incense for the foreseeable future.
Of this I’m sure.
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