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Out of nowhere my husband decided this section of gutter need to be replaced. And as usual, it didn’t go well.
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When my other half works? OSHA cringes…
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And my flowers die.
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All was well until they got to the downspout.
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It was crooked.
And leaking.
And kept coming apart.
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When they reached for the screws and caulk?
I had to go inside before my eyes rolled up so far in my head they wouldn’t come back down.
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Remember when I asked if anyone in our town wanted some apples on Facebook a while back?
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And a nice woman with two children came over to harvest some of the bonanza?
Well, she left me a nice surprise in the mailbox the other day.
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A jar of homemade applesauce. And while that was thoughtful enough? The best part was this…
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Proof of awesomeness to show my husband. … because for some reason he never believes me when I tell him.
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Autumn is the traditional season of harvest. Pumpkins, apples, squash. But yours truly prefers the liquid version…
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Harvest Sangria!
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This drink is da bomb and I’m not ashamed to say I had three with lunch the other day.
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Looking out the extremely dirty window is some fall foliage on the river, an old mill and the historic bridge the town keeps trying to replace.
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Inside there was a calamari appetizer with orange hoisin sauce to share, a crab roll for me….
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And seafood scampi with scallops, shrimp and mussels for the hubs.
Life is good.
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I’ve eaten apples.
I’ve baked with apples.
I’ve given apples to friends, to neighbors, to a pig, to workers and to strangers.
The deer have eaten apples. The raccoons have eaten apples. Even the fox have eaten apples.
And yet…
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We’re still loaded with fruit. There was only one thing left to do.
Gather up enough to fill the trunk of our car and take them to a wildlife rehabilitation shelter in the neighboring town.
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Oh. My. God.
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I fell in love a dozen times over.
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And my heart broke a dozen times as well.
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Abused animals. Sick animals. Animals that had been hit with a car on purpose.
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How can people be so cruel.
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If you’ve ever looked into a porcupine’s eyes and heard his little squee ( it sounds just like a baby)…. you know what I’m talking about.
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More marshmallow please.
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Seeing these little guys chow down on our apples?
Almost brought me to tears.
❤️
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Dropping one more post in the line up today because it’s Halloween… and some of my friends are disturbed clever.
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Creepiest costume award goes to a woman the husband used to work with. She and her wife go all out for the holiday and seeing her dressed as Pennywise will probably give me nightmares for a week.
I hate clowns!
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In keeping with the Stephen King theme, another friend had a party… and the happy couple from the Shining showed up.
Food is always important…
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As is presentation.
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Here’s hoping your Halloween is equally as creepy creative.
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Harnassing up Lord Dudley Mountcatten and taking him for a walk has become a more frequent activity….
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But it certainly hasn’t gotten any easier.
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I spend most of my time standing still, watching him wait for a mouse.
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But the other day I managed to get him out front and headed toward the barn… until he saw it.
Do you see it?
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On closer inspection the reflection from my glass table seemed possessed…
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And His Lordship was having none of it.
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For those of you who haven’t seen the header image on my blog this month…
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Flying woodchuck witches seemed more than appropriate.
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Birds?
Yeah, we got ‘em.
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Flocks of hundreds of starlings that fly in and empty our bird feeders in record time.
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I’m guessing “Your nuts are in this box” is not a package most men expect to receive.
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Can you see the beautiful buck hidden behind the blueberry bushes?
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It seems Lord Dudley Mountcatten has had enough of the glorious fall foliage.
And finally, in honor of Halloween…
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I wish I’d seen this sooner.
It’s a holiday yard decoration I could totally get behind.
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I went grocery shopping yesterday…. and while I usually just buy what I want regardless of the cost, gazing down at the pot roast in my hand made me audibly gasp.
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A quite small, unimpressive rump roast had a $36 price tag… and damned if I didn’t leave it right there.
May I just say, what the utter f*ck?
I paid $17 for a pound of 80/20 hamburger and almost fainted when I saw this…
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Yes, it’s a rib roast. But so small I doubt you’d get 4 good slices. And while I used to cook them quite often… if I’m paying $25 per plate? I’ll go out to a restaurant, let someone else cook it and be served thank you very much.
Beef prices are certifiably insane right now.
And if you think it’s any better in the seafood department, think again.
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Picked lobster meat is $53 a pound. Throw in a little mayonnaise and it’s $60.
And I live in Maine for Christ’s sake!
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He’s on a roll.
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While it’s disturbing to realize how many mice we must have scurrying around our outbuildings…
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It’s nice to know His Lordship is doing his part to control the population.
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But his boredom with the dead mice is instantaneous.
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And yours truly is always left to deal with the remains.
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I’m not a fan of Wal Mart, but in my neck of the woods it’s the best and cheapest place to buy the hundreds of pounds of bird seed our greedy avian friends devour.
On this trip I needed milk and bread… which meant I had to traverse the entire store from left front corner to right rear corner because Wal Mart is nothing if not an evil marketer.
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Sandwich meat?
Not today.
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Breadless breading?
No thank you.
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And while I never, ever buy meat at Wally World…
This package of “premium pork steak” ensured I’ll never even be tempted.
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