Moronic Maps

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Because we all need something else to grumble about today.

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Rumford is a distressed old mill town. It’s definitely depressing, so I won’t argue with that one.

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On behalf of all Mainers, thank you.

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Looks like eastern Canadians are the least murderous, and we’re right behind them.

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This is very true. Favorite fishing spots in Maine are passed down from generation to generation.

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I call foul on this one. We’re close to Vermont where cheddar rules and no lousy processed slice of American will top that.

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How do you live in places with these names and not laugh… or cringe?

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Our neighbor grows spinach on his farm in this seaport state. I may have to lodge a protest…

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Huh?

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Now I’ve officially heard everything.

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So stinking cute.

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Do they stink?

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Occasionally.

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Is it an awful smell?

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Most definitely.

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But look at those little stinkers.

You have to admit they’re cute as well.

This video was taken as I was on my way out to spread their nightly snack on the ground under the bird feeders. Skunks have bad eyesight and not very good hearing so I got quite close before he realized I was there.

Pardon the wobbly section, I was trying to spread food and film at the same time.

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News you can’t use.

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Because stupid news is as good a way as any to start the week.

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No, the magic material isn’t poo, it’s volcanic ash.

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Um, I beg to differ. Any amount of heavy metal in tampons is too damn much .

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Arsenic tampons.

I’ve never been so glad to be menopausal as I am right now.

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You’ll excuse me if I don’t shed any tears for people who are suffering from that horrible affliction of too much profit.

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I know they’ve survived.

Every time my husband tells me…. you sound just like your mother.

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I like fashion as much as the next gal, but homicidal pants is a hard pass.

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Now that’s what I call a bell clanger!

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That’s one heck of a lemon.

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I like citrus.

I like lemons.

So when I saw this advertisement I was intrigued.

And apparently quite naive.

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I didn’t think saying your product sucked was the greatest marketing slogan, but then I kept reading.

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And realized the lemons in my fridge had nothing on this one.

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It was at this point I realized maybe their lemon didn’t grow on trees.

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Admittedly I’ve hade some good lemonade and lemon pie, but they never made me scream.

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Yeah, clearly this is an entirely different kind of lemon.

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What’s blooming?

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A walk around the gardens finds astilbe.

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In light pink and dark.

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Blanket flower.

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And bee balm.

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In similar shades and different places.

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Day lilies are popping.

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As is the Russian sage and some dianthus.

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Then there’s this…

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Which is pretty but unknown… as I can’t remember its name.

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Marguerite daisies in front of the baby barn.

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And some candy cane dianthus to finish.

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Note – these pics were taken a few weeks ago when our lawn was still green. Sadly, we’re browning and crunchy now from lack of rain.

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.

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I can’t say any of the Maine adjectives surprised me.

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But I do think my home state of New Jersey is getting an awfully bad rap.

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I have wonderful memories of growing up there and yes, Jersey might be expensive, Italian (though that’s not a bad thing, the food is fantastic) and densely populated…. but I assure you, it’s never boring.

Now you.

Why is your state so….

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Togetherness.

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Momma chuck and her (no so little anymore) babies all showed up for dinner yesterday.

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And there was a little jostling of position for carrot consumption.

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Of course, siblings do make a convenient table.

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The little guys are getting big, and it probably won’t be long before momma kicks them to the curb.

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Though with a reliable food source …

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I doubt they’ll be in any hurry to leave.

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The one where we go keg shopping.

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After replacing the empty CO2 canister in our man cave/Barn Mahal kegerator is was time to go keg shopping. For my husband who likes Allagash White, that means a quick trip to Bootleggers distributors and a $99 bill.

For me it means over an hours drive south to Barreled Souls brewery.

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With a funky tasting room…

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Filled with amusing art…

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And an eclectic beer list…

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I was disappointed they weren’t tapping my last keg pick…

Little Havana – Sour Fruited Gose. A tropical Gose brewed with Mango, Pineapple, and Guava.

It was perfect for summer, but them not running it forced me to do a couple of flights to choose something different.

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Go ahead, twist my arm.

My pick this time?

Cherry Cobbler – a 6.0% ABV fruited sour ale brewed with cherries, vanilla, and graham cracker. Tastes like freshly baked cherry cobbler with a tart and pastry-like finish. Weird, but wonderful.

Price tag of the limited run small batch craft keg?$240.

My husband groaned accordingly.

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After we strapped her in for the journey home.

Cheers!

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News you can’t use.

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Useless and ridiculous. Like so much else these days…

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See?

Ridiculous.

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To be honest, I was unaware anyone did.

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Turns out it does and that’s what produces the wonderful scent.

Sorry, not sorry.

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There’s a festival devoted to menopause and no one told me!

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Menopunkapalooza.

You can’t make this stuff up. And the fact that it’s held in Portland, Oregon doesn’t surprise me one bit.

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As one does.

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Not your average souvenir, that.

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But he did buy it in Texas, so… enough said.

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