Monday, June 13, 2022

Daily Notes- Monday, June 13th. Clouds. Deer ate my blue pansies.


 False Indigo.  Much more blue- the photo is too violet

Deer ate the Blue pansies in the deck planter.  By the light of the security motion activated deck light (yes, it's working). I'm sure the deck light would also aid anyone breaking and entering the house.  

We needed it to locate the DOG when he was out in the back at night.  Or when we shoveled snow at night. Period.  Deer didn't eat the marigolds. I'll add more.

Grocery had baked chicken breasts in the Deli case- still hot from the oven.  I got two packages and a nice big bowl of warm chicken salad getting cold in the fridge.  Protein.  Fat (mayo). Carbs from the honey.

The new people next door (I still haven't gone over to say hello but everyone else has) have a dumpster in the driveway, scaffolding laying in the side grass, men doing something on the back of the house.  Husband thinks removing the siding.  Too many trees now-with leaves- for us to see anything. Trees are good only when far away from the house- live and learn. Damp shade rots wood.

There are four of these same houses on the street- all built in the same year during a time when dry wood was in short supply and green (not dry) wood was used.  Another house on the street had all the siding removed and replaced.  It took all Summer.  We are never buying another house.....but I would look up work permits for construction on any house I wanted to buy that was that approximate age.

We took down our rotted fireplace.  Ourselves.  Our painter lent us scaffolding.  Husband took the bricks to any place with a sign wanting clean fill in his old truck.  No need for a dumpster.  And then the guys pushed the wall out and installed a hurricane proof -way too expensive double glass patio door.  I liked the way it looked.  And we put two more floor to ceiling windows next to it.  We were supposed to add a deck.  But the construction guys disappeared- as they do in Maine--and the job never got finished.

I'm still looking for Ken.  He'll show up someday. He has before.  I put it out to the Universe. Next time- he writes his name and phone number on the kitchen wall.  Like all the others have. I saw that in a Decorator Book once- all the subs with their names and number on the wall by the phone.  Genius.

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