News you can’t use.

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Truly.

I can’t imagine a single scenario where any of the following would be useful.

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See?

Useless.

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Does this mean we can go back to the good old days where only winning teams received trophies, because you know.. it’s a sport? By definition a competition, where someone wins and someone loses. There’s no lesson learned when everyone wins.

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That’s definitely how my husband was raised. When his father’s belt came off, they ran.

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Great.

Yet another thing I’ve probably been doing wrong.

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Power peeing?

Is this even a thing….

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Interesting.

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He’s quite a regal looking fellow.

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Exactly how bad does your underwear need to be if the cat won’t steal it?

On second thought, don’t answer that.

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From the way things are going in the U.S. right now? This isn’t news at all.

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Surgery… with a view.

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A friend of ours had to go in the hospital for pancreatic surgery recently so we ordered a bouquet from our outstanding local florist to brighten up his room.

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The arrangement was so beautiful I wanted to keep it myself, but I did the right thing and rode with it on my lap for the drive up the coast to the medical center.

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I didn’t even know this hospital existed.

But north on Route 1, past a boat with a beard…

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And a non partisan political sign…

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On a peninsula in Damarriscotta, stood a waterfront hospital with rooms that really didn’t require cheering up.

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Talk about gilding the lily.

He had a corner private room with a view that can’t be anything but healing.

❤️

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Functional, yes. Attractive, no.

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My husband comes from a long line of thrifty New Englanders who didn’t buy new if the old could be fixed.

The man who doesn’t blink at paying $200 for dinner refused to replace our broken mailbox pole and opted to piece it back together instead.

Sigh…

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Yes, it worked.

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Though it certainly isn’t pretty.

Could he have trimmed the wood to fit the pole’s width?

He could have.

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He also could have bought a new mailbox to replace the twisted mess that drunk driver left behind, but no…

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He glued and screwed and deployed his giant antique vise instead.

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Does the door open completely? No.

Is there a gap in the rear where rain can leak in? Sure.

Is the pole crooked and listing slightly to the right? Yes.

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But he didn’t have to buy a new one, and isn’t that all that counts?

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Let’s play.

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A quick question about quick food.

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I’m not a nugget fan and have never had Shake Shack’s or Burger King’s but of the other four, I’m going to choose Chick-Fil-A.

They seem to be the most chicken like and have the highest probability of containing actual chicken.

I’ve never figured out what McDonalds puts in their tasteless and stale version.

I’m guessing Pterodactyl.

How about you…

If forced to eat a nugget, which one would you choose?

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Aren’t repairs supposed to look… better?

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In the summer of 2023 we had our old driveway torn up and replaced. It cost an arm and a leg (seriously, I think I could buy prosthetics for less) and we expected it to last a long time.

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This was last week.

When after months of complaining to the manager of the company about a weak spot in front of our garage that was starting to break up, my husband got satisfaction.

Or did he?

A full crew showed up free of charge and maneuvered what looked like a mattress into place.

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Turns out it’s a tar heater which melted the offending spots.

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I watched and photographed from the window for hours while they worked on the bad section.

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The end result?

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Hideous.

A black jigsaw puzzle.

This is supposed to solve the problem but to be honest I don’t think it will as the surface looks just as pocked as before.

And to make matters worse?

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They rested the flaming mattress on our lawn and browned a perfect rectangle.

Grrr…

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Random nonsense.

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Interspecies dining.

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It’s a thing.

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Enough with the pickles.

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I swear all I have to do is type the word here and they show up everywhere.

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Blech!

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The recent wildfires in Canada gave us hazy skies and some eerie sunsets.

* Warning – the following image may cause nightmares. *

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That abomination must be destroyed.

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I really need to separate this line of hostas next spring.

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The bloom is pretty and the bees love it…

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But they’re getting a tad out of control.

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Boom!

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We woke up to this the other morning.

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Our mailbox used to live there.

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But the mailbox was on the driveway.

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Along with pieces and parts of our busted post.

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My husband called the sheriffs department, sure that nefarious vandals with sledgehammers were responsible.

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Of course, a long conversation took place once the officer arrived …

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Complete with a visit to the man cave/Barn Mahal before the investigation started.

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But it soon became clear my husband’s club wielding delinquent theory was incorrect.

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And the simpler explanation of a drunken, speeding driver was to blame.

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The evidence… a broken side mirror… was found in our ditch.

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News you can’t use.

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Admit it, useless is way more fun.

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The man dumped a cup of coffee.

Get a life people.

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, cruises are floating petri dishes.

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And isn’t is about time?

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This is something I can honestly say I’d never worried about before.

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And my husband gets aggravated if I just change my mind about going out to dinner.

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But I’m not going to think about it.

Nope.

Uh uh.

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That can’t be good.

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Not good at all.

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I may have created a monster…

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We had a yard sale.

It was a big success.

My husband parted with some of his treasure and enjoyed it. He even spoke about selling more.

I was thrilled!

I had visions of a clean basement and an empty garage.

But…

This is my husband the pack rat we’re talking about so instead of organizing his old things for another sale?

He brought home more things… because they were free on the side of the road.

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No doubt left over from someone else’s yard sale.

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Sigh…

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Do you remember?

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Ah, the good old days…

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When we moved into this house in 2002 it had an almond Montgomery Ward refrigerator just like that. It was probably the original from when the house was built in 1974. Old and ugly… it had to go, even though it worked perfectly.

In hindsight I should have kept it. We’re on our fourth new refrigerator now.

They don’t make them like they used to.

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Almost every house I entered when I was young had one of these. My parents didn’t because they weren’t big tv people…. but my husband brought one home from a yard sale years ago and stuck it in the basement.

Aren’t I lucky?

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Harvest gold, burnt orange and olive green are the colors of my childhood.

But carpet in the bathroom? Eeewww!

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Been there, done that!

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I still have some of my old 8 track mixed tapes. Awful things, but we loved them.

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