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Is it me?

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Now that the new living room furniture is in place, it was time to start shopping for coffee tables. Ours are old and mismatched and bear too many dings and cat scratches to be serviceable.

After our nightmare replacement of windows, and doors, and floors…. I thought this would be a breeze. I didn’t want anything special, just one rectangle for in front of the couch and two square side tables in a medium wood finish. Drawers or no drawers. Stylish or plain. Traditional or modern.

I was leaving my husband at home… so I knew finding something to please me would be much quicker.

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Or not.

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I just wanted something simple.

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Something that didn’t look like a metal suitcase…

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Or a canoe.

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After five furniture stores…

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I came to the conclusion nothing is easy anymore.

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I’m throwin’ it back.

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Remember when we used to do Throwback Thursday?

I always enjoyed that. Mostly because I liked posting pictures of myself with a waistline. Ah… those were days.

But a memory popped up on my FB page the other day and I thought it was too fun not to share.

My husband was the second of 9 children. His mother was a mere slip of a woman and I often wondered how she stayed sane. Yes, it was a different era… but that’s still a lot of kids.

All but two were born in Maine as the family moved to a dairy farm in western Connecticut when my husband was 8.

7 of the 9 siblings are in this photo with his mother, the rest are cousins.

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Can you guess which one is my husband?

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And in local news…

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My town’s Facebook page is usually good for a smile or two and I check in occasionally to see what the locals are up to.

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Hmm.

That can’t be good.

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That’s definitely not good… and another reason I don’t mind looking like a weirdo walking Dudley around our property on a leash.

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It is indeed. I had to stop on the side of the road just yesterday and help a big fellow across before he was squashed.

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How much does my husband hate retirement? This much…

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I’ve blogged about my husband’s battle with retirement. About his need to still feel productive and his complete inability to relax and enjoy some well deserved leisure time.

I’ve blogged about him retiring in December of 2022 only to return to work in August of 2023.

I’ve blogged about him retiring again in February of 2024 because the gov’t treated him like a new hire and forced him to retake 8 months of training even though he worked there for 22 years and could teach the classes himself.

So…

We’re barely three months into retirement part two and if you think he’s been able to sit back and relax any better this time around you’d be dead wrong.

Because this week found him here…

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On a roof that’s not ours, replacing siding and fixing window leaks.

Working with the contractor we hired to work for us.

Did I mention my husband is 77 years old?

This is not how I pictured retirement.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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I saw this advertisement the other day and thought it was a marvelous way to raise money.

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“Be kind to the flamingos”.

Words to live by.

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Sometimes bad taxidermy is so bad it’s good.

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We drove by this restaurant in Portland the other day, and while I’m no prude… I dislike advertisements, bumper stickers and political signs with crude language. If you’re wondering why eight year olds are responding “f*ck yeah!” to the question would you like a cookie?… here’s your answer.

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Bluebird!

Eating at the snazzy new feeder we bought without a thought to how it would be covered in bird poo in 10 seconds flat.

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Now that’s an interesting deal. Store your junk and get free frozen custard every week. With the amount of junk my spouse could store.. we’d have a freezer full in no time.

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The Irish cure…

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Being of Scottish ancestry I hate to admit it, but the Irish know a thing or two about pubs.

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We recently discovered O’Reilly’s Cure in Scarborough and will definitely be going back.

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It’s upscale…

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And to Hell with the Guinness…

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Their cocktail list is da bomb.

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The Basil Ruby was divine and paired nicely with my delicious crab cake appetizer.

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And the apple cider margarita?

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Lovely, even with its sticky brown sugar rim.

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Husband’s baked haddock, garlic mashed and veggie medley was tasty…

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And my chicken pot (biscuit) pie was a scrumptious thick, creamy delight.

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And yes, they snuck that annoying ‘kitchen wellness fee’ I detest on the bill (it bothers me because I doubt the kitchen staff ever see the money) but the food and drinks were so good we’ll return despite the annoyance.

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Never doubt me.

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Remember my perfect carpet? The expensive Karastan I chose on day one…

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The salesperson from the store where I found it (they have exclusive rights to the brand and none of the other places we’ve tried can sell it) has been staying in touch after giving us an installation estimate. When I finally told them my husband balked at the price and was looking around for something comparable but cheaper, they wanted to help and said they would check their inventory.

I received this message a week ago.. but didn’t tell my husband until he’d had his fill of fruitless floor shopping.

I’m evil that way.

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To be honest I didn’t think carpet was something you could barter… but you live and you learn.

And save $500 apparently.

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Installation in 8 weeks.

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