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Checking on the progress in the cluttered chaos my hating retirement husband calls a cellar, I was delighted to see these:
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Looks like someone took my advice about using brackets on his shelves…. and if that’s not a genuine grade ‘A’ miracle? Ethel Kennedy didn’t own a black dress.
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Shelves are making their way along the newly insulated front wall…
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And might have a better chance at withstanding the onslaught of useless junk treasure that’s sure to follow.
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A project was just finished at Casa River.
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Without a word of nagging or litany of snarky comments from yours truly.
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Yes boys and girls, somewhere in Maine pigs are flying.
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Because the backyard stone wall rebuild is finished… and the only reason I can give is the fact that I blogged about it.
So if you sent positive completion waves and good juju? I thank you.
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As does Lord Dudley for the fresh patch of rolling dirt. And if finishing a project he started in less than a year wasn’t shocking enough?
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I came home a few days later to a freshly laid patch of sod. Which he hasn’t watered once, but hey…. one miracle at a time.
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First my husband wanted to clean out the barn.
Then he planted some trees.
And if those two things weren’t miraculous enough? I woke up the other morning to this:
The husband, behind the baby barn.. with a pick axe.
Rototilling some dirt the old fashioned way.
I couldn’t believe it was happening.
But he was finally willing to do something with the giant patch of weeds he wouldn’t let me turn into a garden bed.
He turned the soil over.
He raked it.
He even *gasp!* spread grass seed.
I couldn’t believe it.
Then he pulled this out…
And I could.
No new fangled high tech sprinkler for my husband. No sir.
Not when one from the middle of the last century he bought at a yard sale for a quarter is available.
Did it work?
Well, not quite.
The twirling sprinkler didn’t twirl…. but the husband was not deterred.
He twirled it manually with the rake handle while I tried (unsuccessfully) not to laugh.
But the biggest miracle of all?
Was his sacred pile of dirt.
That weed encrusted dirt pile has been an eyesore for almost 5 years. I was forbidden to touch it because, it’s dirt.
He might need it one day.
But…
He dug into it….
Leveled it flat and spread grass seed.
Though he did switch to my more modern hose attachment for the final watering.
So there you have it. Proof positive miracles do happen.
And come in threes.
Strange things are happening at Casa River this year.
First, the husband wanted to clean out the big barn ( Okay, he didn’t really. It was just a bit of organizing… but I’m counting it.)
Second, the husband helped me make a garden bed. ( I would have laid money on that never happening. )
And a week ago…
I looked out back….
And saw the husband planting a tree.
Planting! Not chopping down.
Somewhere in America, pigs are flying.
Okay, he didn’t buy them.
And only one of the three stands taller than my knee, but hey.
It’s still a miracle.
He dug them up from the wood line and I seriously doubt he got enough roots to make them viable…. which is why I told him they were going to need lots of water for the first few weeks.
Shall I give you one guess who has to drag that water to the far reaches of our property line because we only have 200 feet of hose and it won’t reach?
Yeah.
I didn’t think so.
Apparently even miracles have limits.
No….
My husband didn’t clean out the basement.
Or the barn.
I’m not talking miracles here.
But finally…
After watching, feeding and photographing the deer in our backyard for the past 17 years?
A doe brought her fawn!
Bambi made an appearance.
And isn’t that just the sweetest?
In case you didn’t notice, Sunday night ushered in episode 1 of the final season of the epic HBO series Game of Thrones.
I’m a huge fan girl and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
I was wearing my shirt…
Twitching in anticipation…
And expecting the usual – I don’t like GOT even though I’ve never actually watched GOT – look from my husband.
It goes something like this….
But this was the final season!
I was excited, I was nervous, I was sad….
But I was also speechless, because at 9:00 Sunday morning my husband…. the husband who for 8 years had refused to even entertain the idea of watching GOT… asked to watch GOT.
From the beginning.
I was shocked.
And quickly hit the DVR before he changed his mind.
So we watched GOT.
For 15 hours!!
All of season 1 and most of season 2.
He loved it…. and was absolutely hooked.
It took all the restraint I could muster not to wear a smug satisfied grin.
And no, I didn’t even say that.
Although it damn near killed me not to.
Monday morning brought Patriots Day (a New England recognized holiday) and my husband…. asking for more GOT.
10:00 in the morning till 11:30 at night.
Season 2 and most of 3.
Epic!
He’s never binge watched a series in his entire life, but at the rate he’s going he’ll be able to watch the final season with me in real time.
That’s the good news.
The bad news?
When I asked him halfway through season 1 who his favorite character was and he said Ned Stark.
Oops.
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