Since the viral apocalypse…. all the town offices in Maine are closed, as is the Department of Motor Vehicles.
While you can renew things online, buying a new or used car means a title transfer and paperwork that must be done in person.
In the meantime, we’ve been told to keep the bill of sale in our glove boxes and make up a temporary plate stating the Covid 19 crisis.
I think this guy nailed it.
You never know where you’ll end up. Pre Covid 19… it was usually worth the effort.
Now?
Not so much.
The man drove a half an hour… for water.
Why?
Because his office threw out a water cooler. Need I say more?
We arrived, and I elected to sit in the car. A girl can only stand so much excitement. But I was waiting… and waiting… and finally had to check the progress.
Never having been to a water store, I’m by no means an expert. But I’m guessing the water you’re paying for…
The highly purified water?
Isn’t supposed to be on the floor.
After he talked to the machine and they came to an understanding….
All was well.
And now the big barn has clean cold water by the door.
Will the husband ever drink it? Probably not, but don’t miss the point.
The machine was free.
So.
Our resident woodchuck….
Who we (ever so creatively) call Mr. Chuck?
Yeah.
We may need to rethink that.
Can someone please call Jane Russell?
Because momma woodchuck is in serious need of a few eighteen hour bras.
Saturday morning on Memorial Day weekend we planned to finish the baby barn remodel. But that didn’t happen, because I started hearing the scritchedy scratch every homeowner dreads.
Squirrels in da house!
I thought they were in the attic, then the walls… but finally pinned it down to the eaves. And I was certain I knew how they got in.
Please look at the upper right hand corner, behind the lights.
It’s been like that since we moved in…. 18 years ago. The previous owner’s gerry rigged spotlight installation.
Naturally, ‘Close Hole’ has been on the top of my honey do list for 17 1/2 years because birds have been nesting in there.
So the husband grumbled, and cursed, and got a ladder to deal with it.
Which is when I heard the scritchedy scratching…. somewhere else.
In this corner, under the hanging plant.
So we yanked back the bushes, grabbed a pry bar and started pulling off decking and lattice….
To discover the noise was coming from inside the vinyl siding corner post. I pounded and knocked and banged on that post like a wild woman and before long?
Baby red squirrels were tumbling out of it like a clown car. They were terrified, and scattered to the 4 winds… so we plugged up the holes and called it good.
Mission accomplished.
Well, not quite.
To be continued….
Because you have to keep laughing.
That’s my plan.
If you have a better one, please share.
I wouldn’t doubt it at this point. Society does seem to be breaking down.
In Maine, a local reporter was interviewing random people last week, asking how they felt about the safety precautions … masks, social distancing, closures etc. When he asked a man who wasn’t wearing a mask… even though it was requested by the store and mandated by the town… the man spit on him.
That’s where we are.
So yeah… Godzilla really doesn’t seem too far fetched.
Dad jokes.
They’ll never die.
I hope so.
I certainly hope so.
At what I believe is the slowest pace humanly possible.
We started on Memorial Day weekend Friday by attacking the baby barn again.
Trimming the window at a glacially slow pace because as we’ve previously established…. geometry is not our friend.
After more hours than I care to admit, we moved around to the door trim.
Which the husband insisted be wider than the other trim.
Did this work out well?
Not really. But neither has anything else in this remodel and he refused to do it over, so it is what it is.
The night before, we took a trip to Lowe’s for door hardware. I argued for 6 inch hinges, because well…. I’m a woman.
You know we love our 6 inches.
But the husband was having none of it and went with 4 inch hinges, trying to prove size doesn’t matter.
As we started to assemble the doors?
He realized in some instances, size does matter…. and sent yours truly back to Lowes for 6 inches.
Hinges!
I’m talking about hinges!
I won’t even describe the nightmare that was Lowe’s on Memorial Day weekend.
By the time I got back the day was done and we got virtually nothing accomplished.
Yay us.
Squirrels have to be brave to cross the wide treeless open that is the bird feeder area of our backyard.
So we rarely see more than one grey.
Until there’s something worth having that is.
These little sparrows adore the boxwood shrubs.
And the woodchuck?
Still feeding, still fat…
And now?
Winking and waving as well.
This last pic looks like a little inter species communication is happening.
Although aside from the deer saying “Please don’t poop on me.” I’m not sure what they have to talk about.
Clearly, everything.
As evidenced by this product a FB friend bought for her family.
Well, you have to admit…. it’s catchy.
And I suppose techies will enjoy having a set of controls to play with while on the throne.
But what tickled me the most (while performing the due diligence blog research my readers have come to expect but neither care about nor want) was the ad campaign.
Save money on toilet paper!
Very timely.
Of course some days are better than others.
But rainbow days?
Are simply the best.
No self respecting Mainer should be without one.
I can’t eat them any more….
But at least now I can wear them.
Though not nearly as well as Patrick Stewart.
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