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Miscellaneous drivel.

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Let’s start with the required weekly photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Say what you will about cats, the creatures know how to relax.

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This marketing strategy seemed a bit extreme for fresh water from the Alps. Death isn’t normally what I look for when buying natural spring water… but to each their own.

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The husband had been sputtering about a hot air popper for a while now, so I broke down and bought him one. Aside from breaking the top cover on the second go around, it looks like he hasn’t quite mastered the proper kernel to bowl ratio yet either….

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A tent for office naps? I fail to see how this won’t be noticed by management.

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As we began, so shall we end.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten, looking less than pleased with the photographer.

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They never take long to fill.

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My still bored by retirement husband was back in the underground den of detritus yesterday stacking crap on his newly constructed shelves.

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It shouldn’t surprise you to learn they didn’t take long to fill.

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We now have slightly more organized floor to ceiling crap. Among the treasure?

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Mildew covered high tech.

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An ancient rusted fire extinguisher.

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And a box of money… which if I had known was down there, I would have cashed in years ago..

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Winter visitors.

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Our resident herd is back.

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I hadn’t seen them in a while but they came tromping across the back yard looking for a snack early enough the other evening for me to grab a few pics.

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There were 8 total. Does, youngsters…

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And the harem master… who honestly, is a bit of an ass. No one else is allowed to eat until he’s had his share.

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Except this brave little fellow…

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❤️

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Things you should never say to a Mainer.

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As you know, I live in Maine. Land of lobster, rugged rocky shores and sturdy, no nonsense, salt of the earth people. We’re generally laid back and slow to anger so when I saw this article the other day about things you should never say because they piss us off? I had to share a few…

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They’re not.

Trust me on this.

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This goes for all of you except rawgod. His snow storms and cold temps are epic.

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Sumner in Maine is tourist season and believe me, the locals don’t enjoy much about that. We may need your money, but we can do without your attitude and desire to have a Starbucks on every corner thank you very much.

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Warm winters? You can have them… I need snow.

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I really had to laugh at this one. Though that doesn’t look like my husband physically, they’re definitely brothers in spirit. But I have to disagree with the last sentence … there’s not much room left in our cellar.

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My toaster is a snob.

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As you know my husband gave me the toaster to end all toasters for Christmas. Leverless, digital and to be honest, pretty full of itself.

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I say this because my husband came home from running an errand the other day with this:

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A fancy stainless steel expandable dish drainer…

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With a removable cutlery holder, knife slot, cutting board rack and multi position drain spout.

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Did we need an expandable stainless steel dish drainer with a removable cutlery holder, knife slot, cutting board rack and multi position drain spout?

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We did not.

But I’m guessing that fancy new toaster was embarrassed by the old Rubbermaid drainer and told the husband to kick it to the curb.

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Brrr baby, brrr.

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After an unusually warm winter in Maine, cold weather has finally arrived.

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The arctic blast that’s been moving across country finally found us and with the strong winds? Even my menopausal hot flashing self has to put on a coat to go outside.

There are places in Maine that are seeing 60 below zero wind chills today but Mount Washington, New Hampshire? They just dropped to the coldest wind chill temperature ever recorded in the U.S….. 108 below! Now that’s winter.

But a little brisk, even for me.

While I woke up to no cold water in the kitchen, which is normal when you’re an idiot who forgot to let the faucet drip last night, this was a new phenomenon at Casa River –

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The house was cracking and banging last night with the frigid temps and we thought we heard one giant contraction when we were watching tv in the living room.

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So this was our bedroom picture window when we woke up.

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Seal clearly broken and a circle of solid ice.

It also happened on a side window.

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Looks like we’ll be doing some replacing this year.

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I don’t know how he stands it.

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Work continues in the underground crap filled cave basement, one small section at a time because my husband is still miserably bored by retirement.

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He clears and cleans a few square feet..

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Having moved all the cobwebbed clutter that resided there…

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Behind him to the section he previously cleared, insulated and ceiling’d. (That’s the past tense of ‘put up a ceiling’ in case you were wondering.)

He’s shuffled more useless junk around in the past month than Fred Sanford did in his 6 year television series run.

To be honest it drives the OCD part of me a little nuts. Now would be the perfect time to sort, clean, and organize… but he won’t. No matter how many times I suggest it or offer to help. It will be so much more work to do it later, but the man cannot multi task to save his life. The last time I brought up the subject? He snapped at me and said “One thing at a time!”

So he’s down there now, alone. Having turned the corner on the front wall…

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With all that still in front of him.

I don’t know how he stands it. I really don’t.

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We call it ripping.

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Or rippin’ for short.

I’ve heard people call it the zoomies, but I can’t quite wrap my tongue around that.

Whatever the nomenclature, it’s when your pet goes spastic and starts tearing around the house like a whirling dervish. For Lord Dudley Mountcatten it happens every evening around 7:00. He starts to twitch, gets a wild look in his eye and he’s off. Sprinting across the living room, down the hall, bouncing off a wall to the second hall, up and over the bed, across the top of a chair, back down the halls, through the kitchen, ending under the dining room table with a toy.

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Last night it was the blue feathered whale and as you can see, he was having a grand old time.

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Wish I was that limber.

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I’m not sure why he has a fascination with furniture legs…

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But when he’s in rippin’ mode he always wraps around them to play.

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Cats.

They be crazy.

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Necessity is the mother of invention.

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Since we’ve established my husband doesn’t want me to lend a hand in the basement, alternative helpmates must be employed.

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Meet the Dead Man.. otherwise known as my husband’s personal assistant. Since my spouse can’t lift, position and hold a piece of plywood over his head while screwing it into the floor joists, he built himself a friend. One who doesn’t offer advice or disagree with him like I do.

And speaking of holding things in place….

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When the old insulation is ripped and starts to sag?

Grab a broom.

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And balance that broom on a box, which is balanced on a few old books, which are top of another box which is on a table not meant to support that much weight.

Good times.

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