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This store has my name written all over it.
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My husband would tell you we don’t need any more sarcasm here, but I beg to differ.
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And maybe that’s what was wrong with this month…. I didn’t make it my bitch.
Snow, rain, freeze, ice, melt, repeat.
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And by repeat…. I mean I keep repeating fix the damn gutter! to my husband so I don’t have to listen to this all day long.
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And in case you’re wondering what kind of weather we have in Maine?
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That sums it up nicely.
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Winter snow and cold has finally moved in to Maine and I for one am pleased.
It’s winter!
I want snow!
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Our deer are only coming at night now and it’s hard to get pictures through the windows.
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The least bit of movement on their part overwhelms my iPhone’s shutter and results in furry blurry blobs.
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Along with the cold and snow has come the wind, which I could actually do without. Menopausal heating only goes so far, and while I’ll walk outside comfortably in 20 degree weather with only a light shirt… the wind cuts like a knife and even my interior furnace is working overtime.
Just ask this poor cardinal.
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Brrr!
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Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.
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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.
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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.
And finally, birds. In winter. In Maine.
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I’m guessing it kind of sucks.
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We had a pretty spectacular coating of ice a few days ago.
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And I wish my taken while driving but don’t tell anyone photos did it more justice.
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As dangerous as it can be….
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When your whole world is sparkling?
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It’s nothing short of fabulous.
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Praise the God of Tequila! The man cave in the Barn Mahal is toasty and warm once more.
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A brand new ( to replace the almost new 3 month old ) exterior heat pump unit was installed yesterday afternoon. It looks exactly like the other one, but it damn well better last longer.
I asked the installers what the error codes showed was wrong with the first one and received a long detailed explanation. It went something like this…..
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Refrigerant. Blah blah blah. Coil. Blah blah blah. Build up. Blah blah blah.
The section of explanation that did translate clearly? The fact that the manufacturers say what went wrong was a one in a million occurrence.
Yay us. We have all the luck.
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Danger Will Robinson!
There’s trouble in the man cave.
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I walked into the barn this morning and noticed it was a wee bit nippy.
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We keep the new heat pump ( 3 months old ) set at 68 and with all the sun coming through the windows… it’s always been warm and toasty. But today? The temperature was rapidly dropping.
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Lights were flashing and the unit wasn’t running. After spending an extremely annoying half hour troubleshooting with the owners manual, we broke down and called the guy who installed it… who also happens to be the son of my best friend.
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He had me check the error codes and did some research. Then he called back saying he didn’t have the parts he needed to repair it in stock, and couldn’t get them right away… so he was sending his crew over this afternoon to replace the whole exterior unit.
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Now that’s what I call customer service.
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A path has been shoveled and we currently await the new unit.
While it’s true we like our beer and cocktails cold, we usually prefer to be well above freezing ourselves.
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Haven’t done one of these in a while, so I thought it was time to check my small town’s FB page.
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The ultimate in tree repurposing. Goats!
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The old fashion trade and barter system is alive and well in my town. I have a neighbor who had his garage built with nothing but beer.
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Girl Scout cookies are the new crack. Those little bitches give you a free sample and you’re hooked.
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Sorry bud, someone left it in ours as well.
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That is perfectly evil. And I love it!
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Poor piner. Hope he was alright…
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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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After an extremely mild December with a greenish brown Christmas and a warm rainy January…
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February is roaring in strong….
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And cold.
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The ice has finally frozen solid enough to hold the fishing shacks on the river, which is big business up here in Maine.
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Do I want to sit in an 8×10 plywood building and stare at a hole in the ice in subzero temperatures waiting for an oily little smelt to swim by?
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I do not.
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No matter how pretty the sunsets are.
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But more power to the rugged souls that do.
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We do.
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And it’s a beauty.
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Matter of fact, I’m thinking it would make an excellent red squirrel impaler.
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I dare her to try and climb up that gutter.
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