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Last week during the N’Or Easter, the husband went out to shovel before it turned over to sleet.
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He shoveled a path to the man cave.
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He shoveled the man cave porch for bar access.
But the driveway?
It looked like this.
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Priorities.
It’s all about priorities.
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It rained again, in January, in Maine. That’s not supposed to happen. Most years we’re positively buried in snow.
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And I have to say I’d much rather be doing this…
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Than dealing with this…
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It rained…. and our roof sprung yet another leak.
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In yet another brand new spot. Every time the husband thinks he’s fixed it? It leaks somewhere else. And while the temperature has been mild (for us) it’s still not warm enough to strip and replace a roof. So while we wait for spring and pray for snow, our ceiling is being ruined. I’ve bleached this 3 times …
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And it still bleeds through.
Kill me now.
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I woke up this morning to proof of late night visitors.
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Thankfully they weren’t the kind who deploy the anal probe….
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But it does look like they surveyed the Barn Mahal.
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And who could blame them?
Heated winter space with a fully stocked beer fridge is a hard thing to resist for any species…
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So seriously, that after filling the feeders and scattering seed on the ground for the cardinals during a snow storm?
He repeatedly chased off the interlopers.
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And threw bare handed snowballs at them to boot.
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He even followed them down the hill to the woods to make sure they were gone.
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Did I mention it was a little cold that day? Well, it was.
And just so you know?
This was the third of five hasty retreats the turkeys beat, only to come back and nosh happily on spilled seed when my husband gave up. (And no, I didn’t tell him.)
Turkeys – 1.
Husband – 0.
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Because I still enjoy a good chuckle.
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No need to panic. The bad taste mandate is still in force.
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They had one job….
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With enough tequila? This is totally doable.
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Uh oh.
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You mean that obnoxious little Kenny Markowitz was right all along? How bizarre.
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See?
Distancing is important.
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Sadly our snow is all gone, but here are a few pretty pics from our last storm.
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We have a few cardinals visit our feeders now and then…
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But it always surprises me that they show up en masses during a blizzard.
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Perfect winter scenes if ever I saw one.
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They spend most of their time huddled in the small apple tree.
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But every once in a while make a dash for the seed.
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With light fluffy snow? It doesn’t always end well.
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Neither snow nor rain… nor frigid temperatures will stop the red squirrel from Hell.
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She was scurrying over the roof and across the deck railing…
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Trying to make her way to the seed buffet.
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But this snow was light, fluffy and thick and every time she tried to walk across it?
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She fell through.
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And yes, I laughed my rapidly expanding, thank you Covid 19 ass off.
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But she had the last laugh.
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Because the bitch has learned to tunnel.
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She tunneled for over an hour.
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Back and forth.
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Building an entire red squirrel subway line.
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This doesn’t bode well for my dream of her dying of starvation over the winter.
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Or the safety of our home’s foundation for that matter.
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If I wake up next month with her sitting at the kitchen table nibbling my Krispy Kreme’s? Things are going to get real.
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One of these things is not like the others.
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Which makes me wonder what that poor bird did to be ostracized.
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And speaking of wild turkeys, did you know they make excellent snow shovelers?
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We cleared the path but they’re enlarging the dining room.
And speaking of paths…
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Now that the man cave is being readied, more shoveling is required after every storm.
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Welcome… one and all.
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Aside from the wreaths on our home’s windows, this was the extent of my lackluster Christmas decorating this year.
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Snowflakes lights in the Barn Mahal. Battery powered and on a timer.
Ho! Ho! Hum…
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And while Christmas will feel a lot different this year, there are some things to look forward to.
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Are we the only people who wait for a wind driven snow to make an hour long trip to the nearest military exchange to buy beer?
Probably.
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But look! They sell beer soap too.
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As well as this evil spirit I discovered when we lived down south.
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Purple Passion was my neighbor’s favorite and when I drank 5 or 6 of them because they tasted like Kool Aid? I was sorry.
Very, very sorry.
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Beer shopping with my husband sometimes gets out of hand.
7 six packs and a case of hard cider later?
He came home with a little something extra for the barn.
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*Gulp*
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And I don’t like what it had to say.
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Not one damn bit.
Sadly after all the roofing repairs my husband and his friends did the other day… nothing changed.
It’s still leaking.
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So we went back up in the attic and realized the wood and shingles they replaced the other day probably weren’t high enough up on the roof.
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So now our ceiling looks even worse.
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And though he thinks he knows where to make the next repair?
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It was on the day our first N’or Easter started blowing in… so I doubt it will be anytime soon.
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