Let’s play.

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You know the drill…

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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.

If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.

I’ll start –

I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.

I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.

Now you.

What weird thing don’t we know about you?

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Batson River Fish Camp

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After another week of unsatisfactory carpet shopping I had to throw the husband a bone so we headed for the coast.

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Wells is probably the longest stretch of sandy beach in Maine and is overwhelmed with tourists in the summer.

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But on the off season it’s quiet, which is how we like it.

After a stroll, we headed for beer.

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And while we’ve visited other Batson locations, this was our first trip to the laid back Fish Camp version.

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It was more casual than their other locations.

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With an attractive fishing vibe.

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A few raspberry lime sours in…

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I opted for the duck fat cornbread with maple honey bourbon butter.

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Ooh la la! Sheer perfection.

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As was the digital fireplace that didn’t trigger my hot flashes.

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Not sure what they put on top of this outdoor table to hold down the cover…but it looked like a giant wine cork to me.

😉

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I’m hollering uncle.

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Enough is enough with the AI applications. I’ve written about it undressing you and suggesting self harm but this might creep me out even more.

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No thank you.

Uh uh. No way.

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What the utter Hell.

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Come on. No one needs an avatar of grumpy Uncle Harold showing up at his funeral and berating you for not visiting more often.

And a Micheal Jackson avatar moonwalking between the pews hawking Thriller albums?

Just, no.

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Good grief.

Or more literally, not good at all.

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And he thought furniture shopping was bad…

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Since my husband balked at the price tag of the carpet I chose and thought it would be easy to find a comparable replacement, we shopped.

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And shopped, and shopped.

And then shopped some more.

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The man had no idea how many different beige carpets existed… and I was determined to show him each and every one.

Textured, tonal, sculptured, Berber.

Wool, nylon, polyester, olefin.

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There was even a line devoted to pet accidents.

But not a single one held a candle to my original choice.

The search continues…

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Goodwill finds I’m glad I didn’t find.

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I have a friend who’s addicted to thrifting and every time we get together she has to hit Goodwill. Over the years I’ve found some nice things there.

The following are not those things.

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I don’t know what that houseplant did to piss off this octopus, but it must have been major.

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That’s extremely disturbing.

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Even this cat was surprised.

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Oh, no.

Hell no!

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Somewhere, someone thought this was a good idea.

The mind boggles.

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Can you see him?

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No, it hasn’t snowed again… but I realized I forgot to post these photos after our last storm so bear with me.

Can you see him?

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How about now?

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That’s our resident Coopers Hawk sitting in the apple tree waiting for lunch to fly by.

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The speed at which he snatched a dove out of the air astounded me … as I had my phone camera pointed right at him when it happened and still didn’t manage to catch the shot.

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Here’s a blurry pic of him sitting on top of his lunch for a split second before he flew away to eat in peace.

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