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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted the red menace on his walk the other day and ran at full speed into the woodshed.
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He climbed up the wood and searched…
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But didn’t come close to catching her.
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He’s just not fast enough for that troublesome witch.
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Our new blue couch was proving just as difficult to move into the house as our old behemoth sleeper sofa was to move out.
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Up and over was the only way to turn the corner.
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We bought from a family run business and the two sons were the delivery men.
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Though I should say boys, they’re not even old enough to drink the tip money we gave them.
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New (blue) furniture.
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I’m usually a neutral girl so this flies against my norm.
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But it adds a nice pop of color and we’re pleased.
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As previously reported, we now own a vintage buckboard/carriage/old thing.
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It’s prominently placed on the lawn in front of the barn for optimum viewing, because… that was the whole point of buying it.
Right?
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Well, not quite.
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Because every evening about 7:00, my husband pushes it in the shed.
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Every evening, and every time rain is forecast… or the ground is wet, or the wind is blowing or the frog in the field across the street is croaking too loudly.
You get the idea.
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Putting it in the shed is not an easy chore. It’s a really tight fit…
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And something tells me the damn thing is going to spend more time inside than out.
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Our new den furniture has been slated for delivery so it was time to move the old stuff out.
This a weird room in our home as it’s longer than it is wide. It houses our treadmill and a leftover sleeper sofa and recliner from when we were first married… 40 years ago!
It’s old, cat scratched and needed to go.
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Which was easier said than done.
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Ever try to move one of those ancient sleeper sofas?
If not, I don’t recommend it.
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A friend came to help my husband and as soon as they started, it got stuck.
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Heavy? Yes.
Awkward? You betcha!
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Making it down the hall, they tried to pivot into the living room but the sofa said… not so fast boys.
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Up and over was the only way.
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What a nightmare.
(Towel was there so they didn’t scratch the new flooring)
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We were all glad to see this beast make it out the front door….
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And onto my husband’s truck.
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The recliner was easy in comparison.
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Bye bye old…
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Our buddy is back.
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And has taken over the bird feeding station.
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Needless to say the other birds disappeared quickly.
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As did the red menace which is a real shame.
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She’d make a tasty hawk nugget.
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This is a short boring video, but I did catch him flying off so there’s that.
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Every once in a while I have a good idea.
And every rarer once in a while my husband has to admit it.
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He’d been out front struggling with those silly balustrades popping in and out of the top rail for an hour on the second frustrating day when I said “Why don’t we just tape them in place until we get them lined up?”
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He grumbled and swore it wouldn’t work, but ya know what?
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It was the perfect solution.
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Time consuming, yes.
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But we lined those babies up and snapped that top rail on smooth as butter.
The hardest part was him admitting it was my idea.
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There it is…
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Our fully cocooned Polyphemus moth on a piece of stone siding on our not quite finished front porch.
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According to my research, it will hatch in two weeks.
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I’m really hoping it’s a male.
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Because that’s one bad *ss moth!
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Because it’s everywhere, it might as well be here.
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A bunch is too much for me.
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This headline flirts with crossing the line to useful news, but it’s still ridiculous…. so I’m including it.
And in case you’re wondering, it’s 5 minutes.
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This is funny.
But only if you don’t live close by and have to endure the cacophony at 4:00am.
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And just like that, I’m glad my gift subscription ran out again.
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Not good.
Not good at all.
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Ouch!
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You knew this was coming, right?
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Yes, my husband bought the horse drawn carriage/buckboard/grocery delivery van.
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Whatever you want to call it, it’s old, it’s big and it’s cumbersome.
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He wheeled it behind the shed…
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And realizing no one would see it there…
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Moved it out in front of the barn.
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It’s in remarkably good shape, though the leather seat is quite cracked.
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Fully functionally as it can be… without an actual horse.
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And my husband gets a huge kick out of the tiny tailgate.
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So, yeah.
We own an antique horse drawn vehicle now.
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Polly is almost fully cocooned.
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And it looks like we won’t be able to move that piece of stone siding anytime soon .
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Why it picked that particular spot I don’t know, but now I feel responsible and will have to make sure it’s safe.
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The metamorphosis is pretty spectacular.
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And with a six inch wing span, it’s one of the largest we have in Maine.
Though I can’t say I envy it…
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Mother Nature can be harsh.
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