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The snow is getting deeper but our lone little opossum is still visiting.
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When he gets scared or spots us in the window he runs for the woodshed.
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Climbing what must look like Mount Everest to a marsupial.
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He prefers melting snow that reveals grass and a few puddles from which to drink.
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Yes, they’re good to have around.
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And though they’re pretty humble looking creatures…
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We like Percy and wish him the best.
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Another batch of questionable statistics, just because.
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Damn.
My state has the most old codgers. Not sure how to feel about that since I’m rapidly becoming one.
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Sorry about that South Dakota, I think you’re toast.
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We do love our Chinese food here in Maine. Seems like even the smallest towns have a take out place.
Have egg roll, will travel.
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I’m not sure if I should be disgusted, or impressed.
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France used a guillotine as recently as 1977?
Yikes.
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Lobster roll should come as no surprise for Maine. How did your state do?
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February. In Maine?
I’m really calling foul on this one.
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It’s Monday.
Buckle up…
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That’s not at all terrifying.
Nope.
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Good grief.
Does everything have to be political?
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So basically it’s like every other major corporation.
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Proving even robots know when to say when.
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I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve felt embarrassed for a robot.
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So that’s where it went.
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Thank you, but I’ll think I’ll stick with the stupid version.
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Installation of the new wall sconces started simply enough that afternoon.
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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten on hand for the box unpacking assist.
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He follows my husband everywhere, like a devoted dog.
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Me? I’m just tolerated for my can opening and litter box cleaning ability. 🥴
When all the pieces and parts of the lights were laid out and the instructions ignored, because… you know, men… it was time to begin.
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Upon initial examination, the existing electrical boxes (circa 1974 when the house was built) didn’t look good.
They were metal, barely stable, filled with old paper and sawdust and had nowhere to attach the new mounting hardware.
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So they had to go.
New boxes were purchased…
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But of course they didn’t fit.
*side note- this wall is actually two sections of old paneling I painted when we first moved in. Neither of us was skilled enough in wallboard mudding and application to rip it out around the fireplace… so there it’s stayed for 20 odd years. This was never an issue, until now*
For the next few hours my husband cursed, sputtered and cut. Or tried to. He only needed to make the holes a wee bit bigger but doing so without splitting and splintering the ancient paneling was more of a challenge than he thought.
By dinner time he’d finagled the boxes into larger holes, mounted the new hardware, grounded and wired one new sconce and attached it to the wall.
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As you can see this did not go as planned.
To be continued…
Hopefully.
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I’ve never been to Canada but am well acquainted with their geese.
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Seriously, these birds don’t play.
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We love the noisy little devils and see them often in our part of Maine.
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Because honestly, who needs ICE when you have geese?
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A photo of our local ice fishing camp at sunset.
I have no desire to sit on a stool in a frozen shack and stare at a hole in the ice waiting for tiny, oily smelt to swim by, but it’s hard to argue with the optics.
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Okay, I admit it. My husband came home from the “gift store” … aka the dump… with a treasure.
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A brand new Star Wars Death Star cheese cutting set that we’re going to give to a friend who’s obsessed with the movies.
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$86 at Macy’s and the husband got it for free.
He was grinning from ear to ear…. while I was horrified at the dangerous precedent this is going to set.
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They say we all become our parents when we get older.
Women nag and men yell get off my lawn! at the neighborhood kids.
So let’s take the test and find out how close we are to becoming our cranky parents.
1 point for each trait.
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I scored a 9… so I’m almost halfway to cantankerous old bag.
How about you?
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Our house is well insulated and since we replaced all the windows and 3 out of 4 doors, it’s pretty air tight to the winter.
Except here…
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Right over the door to our back deck.
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Where we always have one precariously placed icicle.
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Closing the door too hard can be dangerous.
😳
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We were expecting two packages the other day and after receiving an email saying they had been delivered? I searched… but found nothing.
And then I looked out our side window in the den. It faces our neighbors long driveways that lead down to their houses on the water.
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Spotting two boxes and thinking they might be ours, the husband went to check.
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Neither one was…
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They’d just been dumped in the snow by delivery drivers too lazy to drive the distance to our neighbor’s houses.
Do you know what happens to cardboard boxes that are dumped in melting snow? They get wet, and fall apart and provide no protection to the items inside.
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So my husband walked back to get his car, retrieved the soggy packages and delivered them to our neighbors.
Good thing too… because our boxes had been delivered to them by mistake.
Geesh.
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Because it’s Monday and we all feel useless.
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And as far as I’m concerned… Florida can keep them.
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Dandelion condoms?
Who looked at that pesky weed and thought, gee … that looks like great birth control.
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Proof positive rough Saturday nights have been around for a verrrrry long time.
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I’m guessing other things will be boosted. Be sure to stay upwind…
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That’s one tough bird.
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Not my idea of paradise, but to each their own.
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Have you ever tried mushroom coffee?
I didn’t know it was a thing until my Facebook page started exploding with ads for the damned stuff.
I don’t drink coffee so I’m not apt to try it, but if you believe their ads this miracle beverage is like a Ginsu knife from the 70’s… it does everything.
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Impressive.
Though if I was the lady on the left I think I’d contact a doctor before reaching for mushroom coffee.
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