A Window, a Bed, and a Buffet

Another jam packed weekend in Maine. The electrician showed up on Saturday morning to fix the non-working lights in various locations throughout the house. We have no way to turn on five different lights in the house. What he thought was going to be a quick fix turned into a more involved job. Apparently someone cut the wires, capped them and stuffed them up into the wall. So we gave him the contractor key and he'll take care of it during the week.

While the electrician was here, my husband took razor blades to the exterior of the bedroom windows. When the house was painted at some point in the past, the spray gun got residue on the windows. Not a big deal but just something the former owners never dealt with. Now we'll have an even clearer view of the Red Sox from the fire pit.

The only other scheduled chore was to replace the octagonal window in the mud room. The window was cracked when we bought the house so we covered it over with plastic and waited for nicer weather. The local glass company replaced the glass, and touched up some of the rot and we were good to go. Fairly painless window removal and re-installation by us which is always a plus. Chores done, we decided to pick up a mattress and box spring for the second guest room. It's a smaller sized bed so we had no problems with the pick up, transport or set up. Hang some curtains in the mud room and in the small first floor bedroom, rake the front yard, a little laundry, head out for an early dinner and call it a day.

Sunday morning and we're planning our excursion to Home Depot, a few towns away. Along the way, we decide to stop into what turned out to be a rather scary flea market. For whatever reason there were several vendors selling an unusually large knifes. I overheard a patron say, "I wouldn't be afraid to run into someone in a dark alley if I had one of these." The knife was essentially a machete- time to go.

We had an easy trip to Home Depot that did not involve any dark alleys- thank goodness. We stock up on screen repair materials and head to the garden center. This wasn't on our agenda but we still came out of there with a small fortune in mulch and flowers. On the way home we stop at an antique store and come out with my next project- an oak dresser that is begging for refinishing- picture below. This has turned into an expensive morning. I need to get all my plunder home and unloaded.

Gardening is big in our new neighborhood. Really big! When we met one of the neighbors last week she identified other neighbors by the plants in their yards. I can't play this game. They are going to have to deal with whatever God and the former owners graced us with in terms of perennials and flowering trees. I'm armed with too many flats of begonias and impatiens and ready to fill the gigantic planter in the back yard. I spend an hour or so filling the backyard with this flowering greenery and listening to some interesting noises coming from the woods behind the house which got me thinking. Our back yard has a small grassy/ mossy area that leads to pretty dense woods that extend back for at least a half mile. I know there are animals back there because some hungry, no longer hibernating animal recently mangled a bird feeder hanging on the back deck and dined on the contents. The realtor said she saw a buck eating apples off the tree last fall. Too bad I didn't remember any of this when I was at the garden center. I'm pretty sure I just set out an expensive, high end buffet for the local wild life.