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Because I’m here to add more uselessness to your life.
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We used to a family of crows in our backyard. They’d visit the bird feeders and eat seed that had fallen on the ground.
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Whew.
Now I’m twice as glad I made friends.
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Sheb Wooley was right!
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I really don’t care. And even if it can, that seems like an awful waste of time and money.
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Great. Something else to worry about…
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Never let it be said my husband doesn’t keep life interesting.
The other day was picture perfect. Clear skies, bright sunshine and fabulously moderate temperatures in the low 70’s. The kind of day that lends itself to outdoor adventures.
So when my spouse told me to get dressed because we were taking a ride up the coast, I was thrilled.
But I should have known better.
Oh, we drove up the coast…
But not to a scenic coastal village.
No…
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My husband took me to the dump.
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But not just any dump.. the huge, drive your truck in and throw absolutely anything under the sun away dump… which for him consisted of the old front porch he’d just torn down.
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Lucky me.
The place recently implemented a hard hat rule so I had to stay in the truck and missed being narrowly hit by flying trash.
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As you’re dumping, they’re pushing the refuse back with bulldozers … which can get a little hairy.
And oh…
Did I mention the smell?
Let’s just say it wasn’t the beach rose and crisp ocean air I was expecting.
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Lilacs.
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From a scent perspective they’re hard to beat.
We have two giant bushes on the edge of our property that were planted by the original owners in the mid seventies.
One is dark purple.
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One is white.
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So of course my favorite color is the pale lavender that we didn’t have.
But my girlfriend did and about ten years ago she gave me some of hers.
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That’s it in the foreground next to our old ones.
Alive, but not in any hurry to grow.
At this rate I’ll be dead before it blooms…
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Be careful when you open our front door.
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That first step is a killer.
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Tear down continues and as you can see, my husband is thrilled I’m photographing the process.
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There’s so much more rotted wood than he originally thought …
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Which means more work, not to mention money.
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Thankfully I’m the one who wanted to wait for the contractor to do this job, so he can’t blame me.
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Did I mention there were rocks?
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So many rocks underfoot, though I have no idea why. If it was to help with drainage they failed miserably as all the soil flows down from the lawn towards the house.
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It’s been a long time coming but my favorite apple tree by the road is in full bloom.
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Technically it’s a weird variety of crabapple that doesn’t fruit.
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But who needs bitter fruit when you have this preponderance of fragrant blooms?
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The scent is pure heaven.
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But be careful sniffing..
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The bees love it as well.
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Tear down of our old rotted front porch has commenced.
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This is the part I’m more than happy to have my husband do.
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It keeps him busy and there’s no finesse or fine tuning required.
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Of course once he starts… he looks around and thinks about replacing more than just the decking.
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And as with any project at our house…
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Rotted wood we never knew about is discovered.
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He was hoping he wouldn’t have to replace the frame underneath…
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But so much of it is bad he’ll have to.
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Sigh…
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Because everyone loves a game.
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I have two early memories and I’m not sure which one came first or how old I was.
1. Wearing a Halloween costume that I loved. It was a frog, a one piece green jumpsuit thing with froggie feet that I apparently saw no reason to take off. My memory is hiding from my mother under a table thwarting her attempt to make me change.
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2. Nap time at some kind of nursery/play school. Everyone had to bring a blanket or quilt or something to sleep on and my mother being my mother bought me a fabulously soft and thick mini rug shaped like Humpty Dumpty. It was the envy of all the other kids and some of the bratty little bastards tried to steal it. I cried, the brats had to sit in the corner and the teacher made my mother switch it for something more mundane.
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Now you.
What’s your earliest memory?
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I don’t do shots anymore. But back when I did, they were just that… a single shot of a single alcohol. But these days every time I turn around someone is posting shot recipes with multiple ingredients. If it has more than one? It’s not a shot, it’s a mini cocktail.
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That being said, where has Key Lime Liqueur been all my life? Yum.
When we lived in NC we took a neighbor’s child under wing. She had a single mother and a disabled brother and there was never enough time or money to let her enjoy the innocence of childhood so we stepped in with trips to the zoo, circus and beach. As well as emotional support, advice, a shoulder to cry on… and love. She was the daughter we never had and we love her still.
Every year she sends my husband a Father’s Day card and me a Mother’s Day card. This year I didn’t receive one and I admit it made me sad.
Until…
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❤️
There’s no way to correctly segue from a surrogate mother’s love to this…
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But it popped up my FB feed and I had to do a double take.
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It might be tasty, but I can’t say I like the name.
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Now that I’m prominently displaying the family silver in the open air, polishing is taking up a lot of time. I’m always looking for shortcuts but don’t want to damage my antiques.
Has anyone ever tried this?
I saw the video and it looked too good to be true…
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Magic?
If you’ve tried it and it’s safe, let me know.
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My spouse is getting ready to rip down our front porch and rebuild it. And if his contracting skills… or rather his lack of… aren’t worrying enough?
There’s this.
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My glorious rhododendrons, which due to all the rain we had this spring are bigger and fuller than they’ve ever been.
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Yes, the porch is old and rotted.
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Yes, the support posts aren’t supporting anything.
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No, the railings aren’t level.
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But… but…
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My rhodies are huge and just about to burst into full bloom.
They’re also right in the way and I know my husband is going to butcher them so he has room to work.
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Because I try to deliver education as well as entertainment here at River’s World.
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Admit it, you’ve asked yourself that question more than once.
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In other words, if you’re proud of it… get out.
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“We all know you have one”
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Nude macrame classes? Sounds like an exciting resort…
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