Tag Archives: winter

No one puts Baby in a corner, but how about husbands…?

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On the coldest day of the season so far, with wind chills below zero, my dryer stopped working. Since hanging clothes outside was not an option…

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It was time to examine the faulty equipment.

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This involved my poor husband trying to clamber over the washing machine in our tiny laundry room in order to unplug the dryer.

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The small space was originally a half bath and trust me… there’s not much room to maneuver.

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Thankfully it was an easy fix and just a matter of cleaning a lint clogged vent.

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But moving the appliances and hooking them back up was a nightmare.

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To heck with Baby, I put my husband in a corner.

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And I’m sorry, but watching him try to extricate himself and climb back out had me laughing so hard I could hardly take the picture. But I’m a dedicated blogger so here you go….

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My bad. But it was hilarious…

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Squirrelly goodness

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Since this morning’s post was about death and ridding our property of an unwanted visitor (sayonara Mr. Rat!)…. let’s pivot to some welcome visitors this afternoon.

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Lots of people dislike grey squirrels as they raid bird feeders and eat most of the seed.

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But at Casa River we applaud their bravery at crossing the wide open expanse of back lawn and let them enjoy the buffet.

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Caution is key as there are numerous birds of prey patrolling the neighborhood.

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Greys are ever vigilant.

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But once the coast is clear?

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Squirrelly smiles.

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So close….

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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out in the snow for round two last week and after a few false starts…

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He accepted the white stuff was cold, wet and crunchy but if one is careful, it can be navigated.

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Careful tiptoeing continued… until he spotted my nemesis.

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While I normally don’t encourage carnage or blood sport, all bets are off when it comes to that house/barn/garage gnawing red bitch.

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I was actively encouraging the stalk and made sure to stand motionless and quiet.

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But alas, she out maneuvered us and hid in the woodshed. No doubt sharpening her teeth in between chuckles.

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Lord Dudley was disheartened, not to mention cold… so round two of ‘introduction to snow’ came to a close.

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Would you like ice with that?

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Winter in Maine used to look like this:

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Oh, the good old days when it got cold and stayed that way until spring. Yes, back in the dark ages before our climate developed whiplash – it snowed, stayed cold enough for the snow to stick and then it snowed some more.

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Making for some fabulously shaped mounds of white stuff. But these days? We have a small storm, maybe an inch or two… then the temperature warms to the high 30’s or 40’s during the day and everything melts.

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And when the temperature swings back down?

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Ice.

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Everywhere.

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On every thing.

And while that does result in some rather stellar icicles…

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It also makes walking on our skating rink of a driveway seriously treacherous.

Keep your warm weather down south and out west!

It’s winter in Maine The only melting ice I want is in my cocktail.

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To snow, or not to snow?

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We finally got a few inches of white stuff on the ground and I figured it was time to make Lord Dudley Mountcatten walk the proverbial plank.

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He was a bit hesitant…

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But made a mad dash to the shallow patches beside the house.

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When he hit the slightly deeper parts he looked back as if to say… wtf?

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After which he plonked the Royal butt down and refused to move. A few minutes of chilly bird watching later, he called it quits and ran for the house.

I’m calling this progress.

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NOW it looks like Christmas.

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I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.

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It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…

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But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.

What wasn’t a welcome sight?

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The creature highlighted here.

The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…

She’s baaaack!

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I know just how you feel Dudley.

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He was not impressed.

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We had our first light dusting of snow last week and the husband thought he’d let Lord Dudley Mountcatten experience it firsthand. (Or paw, as the case may be)

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A thorough sniff was taken from the doorway.

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And tentative steps were taken…

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Then he beat feet under the table where there was no snow.

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A few seconds were spent in internal debate before scuttling out the other end and trotting back to the warm house…

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Where a not so subtle request was made to ignite the heating pad.

Impressed by snow?

I think that’s a resounding no.

6-8 inches are forecast tonight. Can’t wait to plop him in the middle of that tomorrow.

😈

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