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Because you’re already here, you might as well.
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I didn’t even have to think about this one…. read.
I’ve often said I could happily live on a deserted island as long as I had a large enough stack of reading material.
Never underestimate the power of a good book to keep you company. Some of them are my best friends.
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How about you…
What are you doing to stay sane in solitary?
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We’ve turned a corner here at Casa River.
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A bright clean white corner.
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The beam has been painted and the ceiling primed for popcorn. Things are looking up.
And by that, I mean I try not to look down because even though a plastic barrier wall was erected… everything is covered in drywall dust.
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Every single nook and cranny.
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Sigh…
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Has anyone tried this recipe?
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I just bought the two ingredients and will report back if it’s truly magical.
Have you ever laughed at your spouse/significant other for being horticulturally challenged? I did the other day when we visited a friend and my husband asked if I had any of these bushy plants in our garden.
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Uh, no… but it is legal here now.
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Remember the photos I posted of that fantastic sunset we had before the recent hurricane? Take note of the giant ice cream cone trash can on the left and read the town’s FB page the day after the storm
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We take our ice cream seriously up here.
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A support pickle?
I just can’t…
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As you know we have a beautifully smooth new driveway. It’s dark black and lovely… as it should be for $20,000… but I think we were making the road in front of our house look bad.
That’s the only explanation I can come up with for this..
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A paving crew….
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Redoing a ten mile stretch of road to match our driveway.
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This pleases the color coordinator in me greatly.
Our vehicles suspensions are saying thank you as well since Maine pot holes are epic and can swallow you whole.
As can our hideous new ditch shown here with uncoordinated grass.
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A few more tips that are weird enough to share.
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Well damn. That blows the veracity of every cartoon I watched as a kid right out of the water.
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Okay, that’s a pretty handy tip if it works…. but am I the only one who substituted the word kindling for kindle every time they read it? Kindling is a noun, kindle is a verb. Unless they plan on setting their ereaders on fire… this is grammatically incorrect.
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You know I’m going to try this, but since everyone’s hands are different sizes I may have more daylight left than you. Neener neener.
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Yes. Because everyone has a termite mound in their backyard …
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been spending a lot of time in our bedroom since our contractor has been working in the living room. And if he’s in there?
So is his favorite mouse.
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How much does he love this particular rodent?
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Enough to pick it up and carry it to bed with him.
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And don’t even think about removing said mouse.
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Unless you want to lose a finger.
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Remember the river I blogged about a while back? The one that runs between our house and garage every time we have heavy rain?
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The one I’m blaming on our new and pretty, but clearly sloping the wrong way driveway?
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Well, our contractor came up with an idea to fix the problem and offered to implement the plan…. which led to this.
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My thrifty husband wanting to save money and doing it himself.
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I was thrilled with the idea of sinking a catch basin and perforated drainage line to direct the water to flow elsewhere.
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Except my spouse…king of the half assed, why bother doing it correctly the first time if you can save on labor projects… had another idea.
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Oh, he sunk the catch basin.
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And screwed the cover on.
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But decided this was enough and no drainage lines were necessary.
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So now we have a catch basin with nowhere for the water to go.
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Yes, he put it in the right spot where water collects… as shown by the morning after a heavy rain.
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But as soon as the basin fills up no further drainage is achieved and we still have standing water.
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Sigh…
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Now that we’re in the drywall phase, the ceiling repair project’s daily progress has slowed considerably.
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Mud. Let dry. Sand until the entire house is covered in white dust even though there’s a plastic barrier.
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Repeat.
Our poor contractor works all day and I swear it looks the same in the evening as it did when he arrived in the morning.
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But at least it won’t sag.
Wish my body came with a tag like that.
This afternoon two gallons of primer were applied and at least things are starting to look better.
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It’s been a week and a half of discombobulation and I have to admit I’m ready for this to be done.
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And if you can? Then bully for you…
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What’s that old saying? You never know what you miss till it’s gone….
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WTH Canada? I thought you were our nice neighbors to the north.
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Just… wow. More vomit bags is not suitable compensation. Nope. Uh uh.
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Yes. It’s not because I’m lazy and don’t want to tackle that mountain of laundry. It’s genetic.
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I have a lot of ideas on this topic. Too much screen time, junk television, the quality of our leadership, social media … but turns out it’s just collective intelligence. We don’t need to know everything, we can just ask someone else.
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While His Lordship has fully embraced the temporary plastic room our repair project requires, he has been less than pleased with furniture being moved around and the disruption to his sleeping schedule.
The living room footstool has long been a favorite afternoon napping spot, and though it’s taken a while… Lord Dudley Mountcatten has adapted.
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Upside down and on top of a couch?
No problem.
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He even brought his catnip mice for company.
Of course having the couches up against the kitchen wall comes with it’s own challenges…
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As I discovered the other day when I was reading in the living room and heard slurping. Following the noise, I found His Lordship licking two prime filet mignons I was thawing on the counter. He could do this thanks to the back of a couch being perfectly aligned with the kitchen wall opening.
Scolding and chasing him off seems to have had no effect judging from his interest in my soon to be creamy chicken and wild rice soup.
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Perfect alignment has its price.
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