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.
And he built it by himself, nights and weekends for years.
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.
This is how he works.
Clearing a few feet as he goes along.
The very sight of it makes me twitch.
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?
That is a giant bullet behind the box of wooden shoe forms.
Please don’t ask.
While I appreciate PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) and all they do,
Their new sign at the Portland Maine Jetport…
Is dead in the water.
No pun intended!
So I’m watching the news the other night, and it rarely makes me smile.
But this did:
Moose does Yoga
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…
But ever since they tore down the old bowling alley….
And the new condos that are slated for construction haven’t sprung up yet, there’s a view.
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.
If you go, try a Harborside lemonade.
Proof positive everything is better with vodka.
These days, I never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the caller.
Too many telemarketers, fake surveys and scams.
So imagine my surprise when the phone rang yesterday…..
And saved me the trouble.
So it’s been a banner year for chokecherries.
Seriously, the tree is full.
Since I’ve always wondered why the birds never ate them, I did a little research.
And discovered that even though you can make jam with them….
They’re full of cyanide!
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.