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.
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.
We woke up to six inches of new snow in our part of Maine this morning.
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Enough to make everything look fresh…
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Enough so the rhodendrons are wearing white hats.
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Enough so the husband had to shovel his way out to feed the birds.
(He’s started bringing the feeders inside every evening because once the deer eat all their treat, the greedy bastards turn to our feeders and break them all trying to extract the seed)
But as much as I love a fresh snow fall, it was this Facebook story that made me smile the widest.
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Chebeague is an island in Casco Bay.
I lived there for 6 marvelous years during my late adolescence.
My father died and is buried there.
I met and married my husband there when he was home on leave from the Marine Corps.
Accessible only by boat, life there can be tough. But it’s also magical.
So it doesn’t surprise me that this little snowman built near the water…
I enjoy Brussels sprouts for dinner now and then, and have had tasty shaved sprouts salads….
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But no.
To the name and the idea.
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I beg to differ.
Has anyone measured our President?
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I found this old picture of us on the back of a lobster boat in a drawer the other day. Taken a few years after we were married, maybe 1988? My hair was a mess from being on the water, but I fondly remember having two fully functional (and thin!) knees.
Yes, there are still bare wires sprouting from our wall because the husband and I can’t agree on a choice of new sconces.
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I really liked this one…
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But it’s almost 13 inches wide and wouldn’t fit. .
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Please note blogger Brian Lageose’s hilarious book Peppered Fruit to the right, nestled above Stephen King.
I got you brother.
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I thought this mission light fixture would work…
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Since our hutch…
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And front door are the same style…. but the husband hated it.
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The husband liked this one, but it looked too much like a library reading lamp to me.
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So we ordered this one.
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Which can be mounted either way.
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And these.
For two totally different feels, and will return whichever pair doesn’t work.
Or both if we hate them equally and will curse all the brick and mortar light fixture stores that closed in our area for forcing me to shop online where I can’t gauge quality.
All the news that’s not fit to print, right here. Just for you.
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They say it’s for safety in case of a crash, but these days I’m thinking it’s to stop them from punching annoying passengers. Lord knows I’ve wanted to a few times.
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If you’re a hermit crab it’s so other crabs don’t steal your home. If you’re human?
No comment.
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This does not bode well.
At all.
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No good can come from this.
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As in cutting a hole in the back of them and… well, yeah.
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If anyone could push quantum physics to its limit?
It’s a cat.
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I call foul.
If you’ve ever been on top of the snow covered slopes? You’re going to remember to wear pants. Trust me on this.
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Answering the age old question, what do Olympians do when not competing?
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.