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He really needs to stop going to the dump.

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My husband had to take a few things to the dump recently, and you know what happens when he does that.

Our “dump” is more of a recycling center… complete with a gift shop where everything is free, and there in lies the problem.

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He came home with a table and chairs.

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Do we need a table and chairs from the dump?

We do not.

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But my husband couldn’t resist bringing it home and fixing it up to sell.

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He cleaned, he polished, he tightened, he glued.

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I told him to recover the horrible (plastic? vinyl?) seats but that was a bridge too far.

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So now there’s a table and chair set clogging up the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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Sigh…

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He likes it … in theory.

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There’s a restaurant under the black awning in this corner building in downtown Augusta.

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It’s a place my husband continually thinks he likes, but really doesn’t.

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I love that their beer is tapped in an old copper still.

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And while the pomegranate margarita was killer, I admit their version of hushpuppies was not.

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We’ve been here a few times and because I enjoy barbecue, I liked my meal.

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Half a dry rubbed chicken, sweet potato fries, slaw and jalapeño cornbread.

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My husband on the other hand complained his (very tender and flavorful) ribs didn’t have enough meat, his beans weren’t New England style, his slaw was too dry and his cornbread too spicy.

He doesn’t really like barbecue, but always thinks he does… no matter how many times I tell him he won’t be pleased.

Short memory, or stubbornness? Either way it will probably be another year before he suggests going out for barbecue again.

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We’re getting closer to a decision.

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I liked this bed, my husband didn’t.

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He liked this bed, but I didn’t.

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I liked this bed, the husband didn’t.

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He liked this bed, but I didn’t.

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Neither of us liked this bed, but Lord Dudley Mountcatten would have loved to scratch and shred it.

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Basically the decision we made is to just buy a mattress and keep our old bedroom furniture for now.

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And to be honest, that will probably cost more than our entire room of solid mahogany furniture we bought (many, many) years ago.

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So as much as my menopausal night sweats cried out for this icy cold pillow?

I couldn’t justify the $300 price tag.

$300.

For a pillow.

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Let’s talk weddings.

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My husband and I met and got married in 6 days.

We would have done it sooner, but had to wait 3 days for the license.

True story.

Really.

Our “wedding” was at a town hall, performed by a Justice of the Peace. It took place in January, in Maine, during a N’Or Easter. We had to take a boat across the bay and schlepp up a ramp and across a pier in the frigid blowing snow. If memory serves, the temperature was 2 degrees. Instead of a gown, I wore dress slacks, a cashmere sweater and fancy boots. Instead of guests, we had 3 family witnesses. There was no reception, no photographer, no band, no caterer. My guy was on leave from the Marine Corps and after the ceremony we had to jump in the car for a thousand mile trip south to get him back to base on time.

Total cost?

$35, plus tip to the JOP.

That was 41 years ago.

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A friend of mine spent over $50,000 for her elaborate destination wedding. The dress was from Paris, the flowers were flown in from a trendy designer in New York, the bridesmaid’s gifts were from Tiffany.

They were divorced 2 years later.

Make of that what you will.

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It’s about love and commitment, not what you spend.

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My fingers are crossed for him!

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My husband’s dream may be coming true.

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Bring an avid collector, one of my guy’s favorite programs is Antiques Roadshow. He watches it religiously, envious of all the people who clean out their attics and find priceless treasure.

While I watch the show and see hundreds of people standing in endless lines in the hot sun, clutching and dragging cumbersome objects, inching forward in slow motion for a mind boggling number of tedious hours, just to spend two minutes with an appraiser who tells them grandma’s objet d’art is a fake…

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My husband sees the lucky 6 out of 6,000 people who have something worthy and simply knows that could be him.

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So when I saw this article in a local paper…

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I decided to give him the chance to be lucky.

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After a bit of research I discovered you don’t pay for tickets, they’re free. The catch is… the only way to get them is to enter a sweepstakes. You sign up, submit your name (one per household) and hope they pick you.

So that’s what I did.

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And since my husband’s birthday is right around the bend, I printed that announcement out and put it in a wrapped gift box.

My fingers are crossed they pick our name… not because I want to stand in line for all those bunion busting hours, but because I love my guy and it would make him happy.

And hey, the blog fodder factor could be off the charts.

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He tries. He really does…

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My husband is always on the road, always out and about. Since he’s newly retired and bored out of his mind? He runs errands. The other day he told me he was going to stop at the grocery store on the way home and asked if I wanted anything.

I requested one item… Panera’s Everything Bagels. Simple enough, but I made sure to describe them fully and wrote the name on a post it note because I’ve received a lot of items I didn’t want in the past by not being specific.

A few hours later, he came home with this.

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When he saw my face and realized that wasn’t what I’d asked for, he explained he ran into an old friend in the parking lot, talked for half an hour (shocking, I know) and forgot to take the post it into the store with him… but he remembered I said it has seeds on the top.

He tried.

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The next day he had a dentist appointment and stopped at the grocery store afterwards.

He came home with this:

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Better – they were bagels, and the right brand but plain not everything.

He tried.

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A few days after that I’d forgotten I even wanted bagels, but he came home from breakfast with this :

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Right brand, right seasoning, wrong shape.

Bless his heart… you should have seen his face when he realized that wasn’t quite right either. “I give up” he said.

0 for 3.

But he tries.

He really does.

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Painters tape to the rescue..

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Every once in a while I have a good idea.

And every rarer once in a while my husband has to admit it.

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He’d been out front struggling with those silly balustrades popping in and out of the top rail for an hour on the second frustrating day when I said “Why don’t we just tape them in place until we get them lined up?”

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He grumbled and swore it wouldn’t work, but ya know what?

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It was the perfect solution.

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Time consuming, yes.

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But we lined those babies up and snapped that top rail on smooth as butter.

The hardest part was him admitting it was my idea.

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When my husband goes vehicle shopping…

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My husband never ceases to make me laugh.. be it intentionally or not.

And since we recently did a good bit of vehicle shopping which resulted in a purchase for me, fair is fair.

So when he came home the other day and told me to get in the car to go look at a vehicle he’d found, I couldn’t complain too loudly.

But I did laugh.

A lot.

You see… the vehicle he wanted you to buy wasn’t at a dealership.

Never was, even when new.

Which turned out to be at least 100 years ago.

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Yes… the vehicle he wanted to buy was antique and horse drawn.

Of course it was.

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A man in the neighboring town had 5 of them for sale and my husband was in heaven.

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Personal carriages, a doctor’s buggy… even a horse drawn hearse.

But it was this one he really loved.

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Part buggy, part pick up truck.

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It even had a tailgate…

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E. A. Coffin, Meats & Groceries, Tel. 72 M was still legible on the back of the seat so we’re guessing it was a kind of horse drawn delivery van.

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My husband.

Ya gotta love him.

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Rockin’ and rollin’.

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Remember the large, oh so heavy batch of stone my husband piled on the barn porch?

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The one I told him was too heavy to put in one place and might damage the frame?

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Yeah.

Serious sagging that had to be propped up.

Why do men never listen? Why…

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Work continues… and the more stone that’s affixed to the house, the less weight and possibility of caving in the barn porch.

I call that a win.

Progress is slow but steady.

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Question… what do we think of the color combination of stone and composite decking?

When this remodel started, I chose decking that would blend with the vinyl siding. It looks very grey in photos but is actually striated with beige-y clay.

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It had already been delivered by the time the husband decided to replace the siding with stone. Special order, no return…. so I’m talking myself into it blending.

What say you?

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Color coordinated or not, it’s what we’ve got.

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And standing on the lawn I’m beginning to get an idea of what it will look like when complete.

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While choking on masonry dust that is.

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