In Maine I discovered early on that quite a few people have a camp they migrate to in the summer. “Camp” is a term with a wide latitude. It may mean a shack with an outhouse out in the williwacks or an oceanfront mansion next to the Bush clan down in Kennebunkport. Ours is a worn out place built in the 60’s with a living room floor that’s uneven, a plumbing / septic system that gives us fits and hideous wallpaper in the bedrooms. The main attraction? The screened in porch is 10 feet from the water’s edge. It really is beautiful. There are a lot of PITA things we deal with given that our neighbors are just 30 feet away on either side of us but I’ve grown to like the change of pace that our summers give us now. Once the kids head back to school it becomes a challenge to head up for the weekend or even a day. By the time we pack everyone’s crap up, two dogs and their food, buy groceries, etc we’re all frazzled. We’ll see what happens after the kids are moved out.
Shane’s World
Ok, all the pervs who got that, raise your hands.
Whoa. You people are sick!
Shane obviously is an H2 lurker
MMM 282: New fence, new farm?
Going to go look at the acreage on Tuesday. Gotta call fence guy today and schedule that install, which will set us back a bit on the cash on hand. I’m in a weird place with whether I want to leave or not. All the talk over the fence actually has relations pretty amiable with the neighbors, and we’re yet to find a place where the land and house are an actual step up for us. About the only way it seems we can make that happen is to buy land and build, but that makes this a multi-year process, and there may be some lean times in the middle when we’ve got 3 mortgage payments. Adventure, yay!
Tiring exercise.
The Day After
Back to the salt mines, losers, unless you took the whole week off or work in the service industry. Serving isn’t really difficult, so it doesn’t count if you have to work a double, or even a fake double. Carrying nice people food and making them drinks—you should be paying them!
Serving Her a Glass of Babies Was a Poor Choice
MMM 278: One more garden
I’ve got 6 big, sprouty sweet potatoes in the pantry, so at some point today I’m planning to get a little cardio by forking up another section of yard, piling in some compost, making a little fence of oak branches, and planting those suckers. Because that’s an entirely reasonable thing to do when you have sprouty tubers.
Pretty girl, might be a strawberry blonde.
MMM 267: Moderately Modest Monday
Hola, bienvenido muchachos. I’m out of the office this morning on a personal errand/work of mercy, and may not be contributing all that much to the conversation until later in the day.
We’re doing something a little different today, because I needed a break from the usual women in tight lycra begging for attention on Instagram.
Here’s a young woman in a pretty blue dress.
RIP, Lipstick
A sweet lady passed away much too soon.
I met Lipstick at the Tempe In The Sun meatup and have fond memories of sitting by the pool, talking about this and that, and giggling about Chad. I never did get the full story of why Lipstick’s feet are included in Proof of Life, so I hope someone can fill me in.
I have family near Lipstick’s hometown and can personally vouch for Windber Hospice as good people.
I don’t know what else to say, other than I’m glad to have known her and I’m so sorry she’s left us.
Feel free to update this poat.
Thank you, Scott, for letting us know.
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