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I think we have a winner.

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Living room furniture shopping with my husband continued, even though it ceased being fun a while back. Nothing pleased the man and I was doubting we would ever find a set that checked all his boxes. Until we walked into… of all places… Lazy Boy.

I despise recliners and that store wasn’t even on my radar, but damned if it wasn’t where he finally found a couch he liked.

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Rolled pillowless back, good length, solid arms.

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It looks almost identical to the set we have now… which I didn’t really want, but he’s worn me down with his fussiness and I’m ready to cry uncle.

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Miracle of all miracles you can pay a few hundred dollars more per piece and get the firmest damn cushions on the face of the planet (think park bench comfort) which is his number one issue.

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They’re actually temperpedic, like the mattresses… and that sealed the deal for my spouse.

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He’s not smiling, but trust me…. Goldilocks was pleased.

Up next? Fabric.

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Goldilocks strikes again.

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I’ve discovered shopping for dining room furniture with my husband isn’t any easier than shopping for living rooms. Don’t let anyone tell you women are hard to please…

Our current dining set is a 40 year old Queen Anne style table, chairs and china hutch and though it’s served us well… it’s time for a change to something more casual.

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I liked this one… but my husband didn’t like the table legs.

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I liked this one…. but my husband didn’t like the chairs.

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I liked this one…. but my husband didn’t like the pedestal base.

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To be honest, he was more interested in figuring out this kitchen island we didn’t need.

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It had a hole in the middle of the chopping block for scraps and he couldn’t figure out how you’d empty it.

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Until I pulled open the drawer on the other side.

The search continues….

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Can our marriage survive furniture shopping? Time will tell….

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Since we’ll be replacing our dining room set as well as our living room, I took my husband to a high end furniture store in Freeport last week.

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Thomas Moser pieces are custom made and truly gorgeous.

I liked this bed frame…

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But I admit they’re a wee bit expensive.

This chair?

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Almost $5,000… which had my husband running upstairs to the “bargain” outlet.

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Where there weren’t any bargains but some very nice owls…

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At the next store we were back to couches, where that was one too small…

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And this one too soft… even if you paid extra for firmer support cushions.

He did find me a green couch …

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But… no.

The only time he smiled that day?

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When he discovered a coffee table that doubled as a beer cooler.

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Just call him Goldilocks.

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After doing some preliminary furniture shopping with a girlfriend, I’d narrowed it down to a few possible living room sets which meant I had to bring the husband in for final approval.

As you may have guessed…. it did not go well.

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This couch wasn’t deep enough.

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This couch’s arms were too hard.

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I thought I had a winner here…

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There was an entire wall of fabric for me to choose from and miracle of all miracles?

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Some of it was green.

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But the husband burst my bubble of glee when, like Goldilocks…. he declared the cushions too soft.

The search continues.

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s probably more fun than scrubbing grout.

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I think my answer is a wee bit off the average.

6 days.

And that’s only because we had to wait 3 for the license.

Yes, we knew each other for 6 days before we were married… almost 40 years ago. He proposed on day two.

What can I say?

When it’s right, you know it.

How about you?

Did you date a long time….

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Fryeburg Fair, part two….what we didn’t see and why.

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Before I get down and dirty with all the things we saw at the Fryeburg Fair let me point out a few things we didn’t see.

We didn’t see the agricultural expo or the natural resources building ….

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Because my husband met a man who knew our farming neighbor and had to talk to him for 37 minutes.

We didn’t see the craft show or tour the fiber arts building…

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Because my husband struck up a 24 minute conversation with this nice volunteer who was rebuilding the motor on a vintage harrow.

And we didn’t see the rabbits, goats, llamas or chickens….

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Because my husband met a fellow Marine who was stationed in Beirut, Lebanon during the same awful time. It was the ‘83 bombing that killed 241 servicemen, the largest loss of Marines in a single day since the Battle of Iwo Jima. This was a sad conversation and one I didn’t interrupt… but still.

You know my husband, it wasn’t brief.

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The… but it has nowhere to go so that’s a half assed solution…. project.

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Remember the river I blogged about a while back? The one that runs between our house and garage every time we have heavy rain?

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The one I’m blaming on our new and pretty, but clearly sloping the wrong way driveway?

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Well, our contractor came up with an idea to fix the problem and offered to implement the plan…. which led to this.

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My thrifty husband wanting to save money and doing it himself.

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I was thrilled with the idea of sinking a catch basin and perforated drainage line to direct the water to flow elsewhere.

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Except my spouse…king of the half assed, why bother doing it correctly the first time if you can save on labor projects… had another idea.

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Oh, he sunk the catch basin.

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And screwed the cover on.

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But decided this was enough and no drainage lines were necessary.

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So now we have a catch basin with nowhere for the water to go.

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Yes, he put it in the right spot where water collects… as shown by the morning after a heavy rain.

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But as soon as the basin fills up no further drainage is achieved and we still have standing water.

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Sigh…

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I still haven’t forgiven him.

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54 years ago this week my husband drove to upstate New York for a concert.

But not just any concert, no.

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He went to the greatest single musical event in rock and roll history. And since my husband is my husband, he took a look around, breathed in the heavily herbed air, didn’t like what he saw… and left.

Woodstock.

My husband went to Woodstock… and left.

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He didn’t see the Dead, Santana, or CSN.

He didn’t see Hendrix or Joplin or CCR.

I still can’t wrap my mind around it. And I swear if I had known this before we married it might have been a deal breaker.

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Deck replacement… day 2 did not go well.

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The new composite boards were stacked and ready.

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The contractor set up a tent to beat the heat of the baking sun.

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He started work on the framing.

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And then my husband went out to talk.

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And talk, and talk, and talk.

At the $55 an hour we’re paying this guy, I could do with a little more work and a lot less talk so I hauled the husband inside and got him busy organizing some of his old magazines and newspapers.

Bad idea. Very bad.

Because as soon as he found some interesting ones?

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He took them out to show the contractor.

And then he talked, and talked, and talked.

Jesus wept…we’ll have to remortgage the house before this is through.

And if Jesus weeping wasn’t bad enough?

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The heavens decided to weep that afternoon as well.

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Torrential rain, heavy downpours and big mud puddles.

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Left us with very little progress.

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But there is a great big tool trailer parked on the lawn.

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That’s a plus, right?

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Deck deconstruction is officially underway.

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One afternoon, when the temperature was near 90 and the humidity level was almost as high, my husband decided it would be a good time to start ripping up the old deck. You know, the one we hired a contractor to rip up and rebuild.

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It was hard, heavy, hot work. Which is why we’re paying someone else to do it.

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An hour or so into the demolition, said contractor showed up…

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And was a little surprised the husband had already started the project for which we’d hired him.

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But they worked side by side, in the heat…

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Because no one told him husbands who are bored with retirement need to keep busy.

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In less than three hours…

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All the rotted old wood planks had been ripped up…

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And hauled to my husband’s truck…

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Because yes, he would dispose of them as well.

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Remind me again why we hired a contractor….?

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