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Ah, spring.

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While most of you are enjoying tulips, daffodils and other cheerful harbingers of warm weather…in Maine things look a little different.

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We had a good old fashioned N’or Easter on Thursday.

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With high winds and wet heavy snow.

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It was the pretty kind that sticks to bushes and makes everything feel like a winter wonderland.

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But it also weighed down trees, snapped branches and left half of our state without power.

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I think we ended up with a foot, though with the wind it’s hard to tell.

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Since the temperatures hovered near freezing it was that awful wet, heavy snow that you have to constantly go out and clear before it becomes too saturated to move.

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Yes… springtime in Maine can be a bit of a challenge.

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Neither snow, nor rain…

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My husband may not be a mailman, but his version of that age old creed says nothing will come between him and his television. Not even the ripping Maine N’or Easter with 50 mph winds and heavy wet snow that pummeled us yesterday leaving half our state without power.

Thankfully we never lost electricity… but when my spouse lost the satellite signal?

Out he went.

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Digging in the shed for a ladder.

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Trudging across the back lawn…

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To knock the wet snow off the dish.

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Reception restored, he trudged back in the house…

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Only to return an hour later for more sweeping.

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What can I say?

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The man really likes his tv.

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Random rambling

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Because my life is nothing if not random.

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Call me crazy but aren’t pickled cucumbers just… pickles?

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Required Lord Dudley Mountcatten photo.

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I’m really enjoying the weird and wonderful things people find at thrift stores FB page… and would totally have bought one of these for the man cave. Feed me Seymour!

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No climate change my *ss.

Ice fishing is big business up here but everyone is wondering how much longer they can survive without the actual ice.

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Saw this the other day and saved it for future reference. Posting here in case anyone else wonders what those all flashing thingamagigs represent.

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I don’t know what this is, but I want one.

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Furniture shopping continues and my snarky friends are still being helpful. Their latest suggestion?

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Well, it is green.

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The dark eyed Junco is a small bird of the sparrow family that we never see until the snow flies. They’re always the first to appear after a storm and we’re not the only ones looking….

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten keeps a close eye as well.

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Well, that’s rude.

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Trim work has started on the bedroom windows which means the man cave has once again been taken over….

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And reeks of wood stain and polyurethane.

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It’s odd how sometimes you read a passage in a book and it just gets you. This choked me up the other day. I hope it’s true….

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Sign seen at a local restaurant.

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Pre storm morning beach walk…

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Not wanting to waste any precious time on our week long vacation, day four threw a monkey wrench in my carefully planned trip.

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We woke to overcast skies, an egret in the pond and a forecast of what turned out to be a mini hurricane. Heavy rain, high winds and dangerous surf are not prime beach resort conditions.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, I burned breakfast. Again…. due to the stupid flat surface stove that had two burners in one.

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High level heat if you turned right, high level heat if you turned left. This proved too much for my under caffeinated morning brain to handle and henceforth, the husband was on his own when it came to eggs.

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But at least the dish sponge was happy.

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Not having walked the beach since we got there, I forced my spouse onto the sand before the storm arrived. That’s his arm to the right of the photo, pointing out which unit was ours. I’m not sure why as we had just exited it and I was unlikely to forget that quickly.

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My husband is not a beach guy, not an idle walker. He needs a destination and purpose…

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I told him pleasing his wife of 40 years should be motivation enough.

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We had the beach to ourselves, but it was cool, dark, damp and hellaciously windy.

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As proved by my epic hairspray fail.

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On the far right side…

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The marina.

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In between?

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Lots of marvelous shore birds.

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Even my husband likes to watch those.

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It’s hard not to smile.

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And then there was snow.

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We haven’t had a lot of snow this year.

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Or last year or the year before that unfortunately … so when the pretty white fluffy stuff does fall and stick?

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I wake up early to photograph it in that lovely pinkish blue morning light.

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And while I do enjoy it…

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Our contractor who still has to replace the siding from the bedroom window replacement does not.

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Can’t say I blame him.

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Windy beaches, selfies and fake stars.

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After discovering the lighthouse we’d come to see was closed, we decided to walk the Hunting Island beach instead.

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Following the rubber highway across the dunes we hit the sand and were just about blown away.

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I packed for the south, where it’s supposed to be warm…. and I swear the week we spent in South Carolina was colder than Maine.

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The beach was lovely.

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But to be honest it was too cold and windy to enjoy.

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The husband was less than thrilled to be walking in arctic wind, but I persevered.

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For a little while anyway.

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You know it’s windy when the sea foam is bouncing down the sand.

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We left before frostbite set in and continued on.

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Past a shrimping fleet and towards Fripp Island which we were told was lovely.

It might have been, but we’ll never know because it’s a gated private island where we were told to turn around and leave in no uncertain terms.

Didn’t they realize the rental vehicle we were driving cost $100k? That should have counted for something.

I mean really… it had a dashboard star display.

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What more could they want?

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In with the new… and a disturbing foamy bonus.

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When last I left the bedroom picture window saga, the old had been removed and the new was on its way.

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Carefully, across the ice covered snow.

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This baby was heavy, and awkward to lift as there’s really no place to grab.

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You knew it wouldn’t be easy, right?

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Did I mention it was about 12 degrees that day?

Good times.

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Hallelujah, it was in.

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Secured, insulated and awaiting new trim and sills.

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And speaking of insulation..

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Sometimes the spray foam has a mind of its own.

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A rather disturbing mind as it turns out.

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Or maybe that’s just me.

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The furry, four legged escape artist.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to look out the back door and that hasn’t been possible with the plastic barrier in place.

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His Lordship was not pleased.

Just after it was erected, the old door was removed…

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So of course, it snowed.

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We haven’t had snow all winter… but let our contractor start working and bam. White stuff.

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The rotted sub floor and framing was replaced and as work continued with a giant hole in the living room …

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Lord Dudley plotted.

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I guarded against it and tried to keep a close eye on him, but naturally the little devil found a weak spot and made a run for it.

Thankfully His Lordship is not a fan of snow and after a few cursory steps that resulted in wet feet… he just sat on the doorstep and watched birds.

After hustling him back inside?

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He decided a warm sunny spot was more to his liking.

And at least someone was using the treadmill.

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