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A question for WordPressers….

 

From a relatively new WordPressee.  (Okay that’s not a word, so sue me)

I’ve been blogging for a while now.

Started with Yahoo 360 back in the day…

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(Admit it, you hear the yodeling)

And lived through their horrible experiment Mash.

 

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Let’s Mash?

(Let’s not and say we did.)

Moved on to Multiply…

 

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Which instead of proliferating like rabbits as the title suggests, died a slow death and left me adrift.

I found Blogster…

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Which had a great platform but a disinterested owner who let it become rife with trolls and go belly up with technical issues.

Yes… I’ve outlived more sites than I care to admit.

So now I’m here, feeling my way around.

WordPress has some wonderful writers,  and a plethora of blogs way more interesting than mine.  ( Although if you’re into watching someone wage war with woodchucks and the occasional Tequila bottle, I’m your girl ) (Okay, more than occasionally… geesh.)

But I have to admit I’m not feeling the sense of community I felt with other sites. No one stops by to say hello, or welcome you with a pie. ( btw, I like blueberry )

I can’t even implement the time honored tradition of poaching my friend’s followers because they’re not listed here. (What’s up with that!)

I’m in the habit of reading a post and commenting… even if I have no intention of returning for a second helping.  ( Pie reference again, apologies )

So am I jumping the gun…. expecting too much connection, too soon?  Or is this really the drive by of blog sites? I know you’re out there… I see the visitor stats.

And hey, our blueberries are almost ripe.

 

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If you stop and say hello…

I’ll bake the pie.

Men are very different creatures.

Example?

I’m neat and organized. When I start a job everything is laid out, prepped and ready to go.

The husband? Not so much.

His latest weekend project is putting up interior walls in our barn.

It’s a lovely barn, at least from the outside.

 

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And he built it by himself, nights and weekends for years.

 

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I love to sit on the porch and read….. but try not to go inside. It’s a large space and he’s filled it with totally useless crap.

So when it came time to put up walls? There wasn’t a lot of room.

 

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This is how he works.

 

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Clearing  a few feet as he goes along.

The very sight of it makes me twitch.

 

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And if you’re wondering why he has a microwave, a toaster oven and a broken water cooler in the barn? It’s because his office was throwing them out.

Need I say more?

 

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And yes.

That is a giant bullet behind the box of wooden shoe forms.

Please don’t ask.

Because Boothbay Harbor is never a bad idea…..

 

Of course in the summer, when it’s full of tourists it can be a bit crazy… but we managed to snag an outdoor table at our favorite place.

No, it’s not directly on the water…

 

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But ever since they tore down the old bowling alley….

 

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And the new condos that are slated for construction haven’t sprung up yet, there’s a view.

 

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But you don’t go to Boathouse Bistro for the views.

You go for the food.

Pan seared citrus scallops drizzled with orange oil on creamy parmesan risotto.

 Heaven on a plate right there.

 

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If you go, try a Harborside lemonade.

Proof positive everything is better with vodka.

50 is the new 30?

Not even close.

Everything started to go downhill on me at that age…. literally and figuratively.

Now at 55?

I may not look it, but I feel it.

Back pain?  (I used to be able to bend like a pretzel, what the hell happened?)

Unexplained aches and stiffness?  ( Groaning upon rising from a seated position is not sexy.  Not at all. )

Fatigue for no good reason?  (Thank you menopause, as if the damned hot flashes aren’t bad enough.)

And let’s not talk about the weight gain, bunions and hair sprouting where hair has never sprouted before.

Really.

Let’s not!

 

Summertime is project time….

 

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And the garage/woodshed/storage building is getting a long over due vinyl siding face lift.

 

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First,  the  husband had to be bribed, cursed, nagged  rotted wood had to be replaced.

 

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And there was plenty of that.

Of course, we weren’t expecting the surprise the  lousy land beaver, Devil’s spawn  woodchuck left for us in the storage space out back.

 

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Dirt.

And tunnels.

 

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The little  bastard, rodent of Satan  darling had been busy.

 

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So we spent an hour and a half filling holes and smoothing earth.

I have a feeling this job is going to be the   end of my marriage, reason I drink   gift that keeps on giving.