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And then there was paint.

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My husband says he’s done with the shed extension for this year.

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And as hard as I’ve lobbied to truly finish it with a third wall/door, my pleas are falling on deaf ears and I shall have to live with (though not quietly I assure you) a tarp that covers the open end all winter.

Grrr.

But that doesn’t mean I have to live with raw wood so I matched the old color as well as I could and got to work.

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My husband doesn’t paint.

Or stain.

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Ever.

But that’s fine, I don’t mind doing my part.

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Though I do end up wearing almost as much as whatever structure I’m painting.

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There.

At least it looks little better…

Though I’m still going to ride my spouse to put a trim post on the unfinished rear right edge.

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Big barn, little barn.

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The color match isn’t perfect, but it will do until I can put an another coat on the whole building next spring.

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Damn. That’s too much like work..

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When the weekend rolled around it was time for the husband and I to go to work.

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Since having the living room stripped bare doesn’t happen very often we decided to take advantage and paint both the ceiling and the walls.

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Husband did the ceiling…

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I did the walls. Don’t criticize the paint on the baseboard trim, it’s all being ripped out and replaced anyway.

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And no, I couldn’t talk the husband into letting me pick a color other than off white.

Change is not his friend.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was inconvenienced yet again.

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And let us know in no uncertain terms he was not pleased.

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This window viewing platform was nowhere near as comfortable as the couch.

And as the day came to an end with both of us moaning and groaning about sore muscles and aching feet… my walls looked good.

The husband’s ceiling?

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Not so much.

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He actually thought he was done after one coat.

Silly man.

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Business upstairs, party down below.

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Have you ever seen a picture of someone and known you weren’t getting the full story?

Look at 3 year old Jeffrey Dahmer, wasn’t he a cute little tyke?

Look at prim and proper Lizzie Borden, nary an ax in sight.

So the next time you see the famous Grant Wood painting American Gothic?

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Know that there could have been a little extra something extra going on at the edge of the frame.

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Those socks!

🤣

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Maybe he should quit his day job.

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My husband’s cousin’s son (is that second cousin?) is a doctor. He was the first physician who diagnosed my late mother’s terminal cancer and was the epitome of professionalism with compassion.

And if that’s not impressive enough? I’ve just discovered he’s been hiding a whole lotta artistic talent under that white coat.

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Apparently the basement of his old Victorian home is being turned into a shrine to rock and roll.

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He just started posting pictures of his work and all I could think was, damn.

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The boy has mad skills.

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Because one day I might be under it.

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As previously reported, the barn bar construction is finished and now it’s just a matter of waiting for chairs.

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But on further inspection, I noticed this.

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Not visible until you’re slightly under it (which I may be some day in the near future, don’t judge) was an exposed lip of pressboard used to support the top.

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I wasn’t loving it and decided to turn it into a nice little black strip.

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What a royal pain in the ass that was.

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I didn’t paint the whole thing, just the trim edge. But it looks better.

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More finished.

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And it picks up all the other black accents in the room quite nicely.

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It took me forever, but there. Mission accomplished.

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When in doubt, wear red.

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I just realized I haven’t posted a photo of the big barn since the staining and painting were completed.

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Needless to say I’m very pleased.

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The nice thing is, the husband was pleased as well.

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I know this because I overheard him talking to the painter saying he wasn’t sure he would like a red barn and that he’d fought his wife over it… boy did he!… but in the end, even he had to admit it looked great.

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Technically it’s not totally done, as the crew is going to box in the eaves on the overhang. But in Maine, you have to paint until the weather turns, so they’ll be back another day to finish that.

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My porch furniture cushions also need to be recovered in a fabric that doesn’t clash.

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But baby barn approves.

And we have a red and white barn!

Yay.

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I’m seeing red.

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No, the husband hasn’t bought the contents of that abandoned Victorian up the road….

I mean this kind of red.

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Weeee!

Our first glimpse of what poppa barn will look like when finished.

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The trim will be added after.

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And there’s a lot of it to add.

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But I’m excited to see him finally sporting some color.

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I think baby barn agrees.

When you have way too much time on your hands…

 

I saw an article the other day about all the amazing things people are doing with the spare time the pandemic shutdowns are providing them.

Some were worth while.

Others?

You decide.

 

 

Did Rufus McToofus need his very own adirondack chair to celebrate accordingly?

Probably not.

 

 

 

 

That’s so special it hurts.

 

 

Just…. wow.

What do you suppose those ducks are posting on social media? Can someone please investigate and report back. I’d hate for those ducks to have a more interesting blog than mine.

 

 

Finally….

A worthy use of time.

Sunrise, pandemic rocks, great ideas and dirty birds.

 

A post of random trivial things that aren’t worthy of their own blog.

First, a sunrise photo a friend of mine took the other day.

 

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She lives on a lake…. and I have to say that looks like a pretty sweet way to wake up.

Rocks?

Don’t mind if I do.

The Covid 19 versions someone cleverly painted.

 

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Brilliant ideas?

Yes, they’re still out there.

 

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See?

I found one.

These days social distancing is more important then ever….. so let’s commend those who go the extra mile.

 

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What?

She doesn’t know where that bird has been.