Dinner, extreme stickering and cows.

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On our first night back in Vermont we headed to a little grocery store to pick up some staples and saw this…

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Clearly someone takes their stickers seriously.

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Well, I suppose it’s cheaper than a new paint job.

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COWS!

Because I have to.

Next up was dinner at an old restaurant down the road from the resort.

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Martells Red Fox has apparently been there forever and is a favorite with locals.

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I can’t say I was overly impressed with the interior…

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But the fox looked happy, so how bad could it be?

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The cocktail menu was interesting. But as much as I love the band, I wanted to walk out under my own power and settled for a cranberry gin fizz.

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This fabulous piece of art was directly over our table and after admiring the creativity, I pestered a few waitresses for information. Turns out it was custom made for the late owner by a local woman but no one knew her name or if she had a gallery. Missed opportunity there. She should have a plaque with her name and number underneath.

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Dinner? It was fabulous. Pork tenderloin Marsala with garlic mashed potatoes and roasted broccolini. I’ve made chicken and veal Marsala, but never thought of pork. It was wonderful.

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Let’s play.

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You’ll like this one.

You get to tell me what to do…

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Advice. Everyone seems to have it, but no one seems to want it.

My late father always used to tell me not to take any wooden nickels, which seems ridiculous these days… but I suppose you could substitute ‘cryptocurrency’ for ‘nickel’ and call it good.

While I make a habit of never offering unsolicited advice, being happily married for 38 years people often ask for our secret and want advice on staying together.

Love, respect, and understanding. All important, but I usually default back to compromise and choosing carefully. Chemical attraction and lust fade, trust me on this. If you don’t have anything deeper to hold you together you won’t be searching for the traditional 40th anniversary gift. ( Ruby! Let’s hear it for hanging in there.)

I constantly hear people say you have to have things in common with your spouse to cement a relationship, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth for us… we’re very different people. But we find common ground in the type of life we want to lead and where we want to live it. That trumps his preference for television over my love of reading any day, even if it means a John Wayne marathon now and then.

My husband and I met and were married 6 days later. Guess I chose correctly. ❣️

Your turn. Give me some advice…

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The resort pros and cons. And this time I’m blaming the husband for the cons.

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Because our first trip to Vermont was a quickie, the husband wanted to go back and spend a bit more time in the same area… so that meant booking another condo at Smugglers Notch Resort.

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Pro:

We’ve been there numerous times and enjoy the quiet, nestled in the mountains setting. When checking in this time around, we were going to luck out and occupy one of the newly remodeled units… which after our previous stay in the 1980’s horror sounded perfect.

Con:

My husband saw they booked us on the first floor. And since nothing upsets my husband more than people stomping above us, he immediately requested a top floor unit. Naturally there were no third floor remodeled condos available, so we were stuck in the Willows.

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Tired. Outdated….

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And very …. woody.

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Pro:

It was clean, quiet and had a comfortable king size bed.

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Con:

Would it kill them to add a bed skirt and a pretty spread?

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Pro:

There were 4 beds in the unit. A king, a queen and two twins… in case you like a variety of sleeping areas.

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And the master bath’s whirlpool bath was in the bathroom.

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It even had its own television if that’s your thing.

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Con:

There were two random cows overhead.

And Holy guacamole Batman! The wallpaper. How bad was it?

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Really, really bad.

I mean, WTH? This is Vermont… not the southwest.

The decor mattered not one iota to my spouse. It was clean, comfortable, and had working appliances with no one stomping above him, he was happy. But no matter how many times he told me to enjoy the sunrise off the balcony….

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I wasn’t forgiving him for turning down the remodeled unit.

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It’s about time.

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Remember the crazy letter I got from the IRS back in June saying we owed over $55,000 on our 2020 taxes? The one that caused me to curse the government, their incompetent workers, automated phone systems, bureaucracy, H&R Block and basically everyone associated with tax collecting?

Well…. after a solid 8 hours on the phone with 4 IRS agents (who didn’t help), two appointments and numerous phone calls with an H&R Block agent (who didn’t help), another 6 hour phone conversation with 2 IRS agents (who were absolutely clueless), and a 3 hour nightmare trying to connect with a tax advocate (who told me to call the IRS agents) … it took me writing a hateful letter and sending it certified mail to get results.

Five months later.

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Yes, the IRS in all their infinite wisdom realized they made a mistake when they recorded my husband’s Marine Corps pension as $270,000 instead of the $27,000 it actually is.

Did they admit their mistake? No.

Did they apologize for the stress and hassle they caused? No.

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But they did tell me I wasn’t getting a refund.

The bastards.

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Because the blog series are longer than the vacations.

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I know I just got through blogging about our trip to the White Mountains of New Hampshire, but guess what? In the time it took me to do that… we took another trip to Vermont. And knowing the kind of detail I like to post about our trips, this series will probably last until Christmas.

So here we go, back to Northwestern Vermont…. where I found this helpful information shortly after crossing the border.

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COW!

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I’ve never swum with a cow, but now I kind of want to.

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Back in Jeffersonville, these wonderful silos greeted us.

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In Stowe? It was a truckload full of cuteness.

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Heading through Smugglers Notch in late October after all the foliage had fallen wasn’t as pretty…

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But following this truck and trailer around the tight bends was interesting.

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Vermont, where red barns….

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Windmills…

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And corn are plentiful.

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But mummified Halloween bears are a little harder to find.

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🤣

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Things you probably don’t need.

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Heck, you’ll never need these things…. who am I kidding.

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This is such a stupid useless item, the only thing they could think to put on it is plastic Easter eggs.

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Even the cat is unpleased by this idea.

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Huh?

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I’m glad they showed someone demonstrating this ridiculous product. The fact that’s she’s feeding brass geese adds to the authenticity.

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And just in case you need a larger pot, because sometimes size matters…

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Antiquing and some very heavy water.

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A recent antiquing day trip to search for a final alcoholic crate left me empty handed but did result in a few chuckles.

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Yum.

Not.

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I think I had one very similar to this when I was a kid.

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Bloomers.. complete with reinforced crotch. Who could ask for more?

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I’ve been looking for an old crank phone like this for the man cave. But this one didn’t crank and was missing parts … so for $350, I left it there.

And speaking of the man cave…

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I’ve started to migrate my vinyl out there, though there isn’t enough room in any one spot to line up the crates in a row.

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Guess they’ll have to be scattered here and there.

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And if you’re wondering what’s going on here, it’s the husband breaking his back trying to upend a vintage glass water bottle into the cooler. He’s collected the damn things for years and wants to replace all the plastic containers it came with.

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Prettier, but damn. They’re seriously heavy.

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It’s like they never saw Terminator.

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No good can come of this. Mark my words.

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Get a poodle instead, the world will thank you.

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Am I the only one who finds this creepy?

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When the headless version started walking around, I shivered.

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I didn’t understand half of that description, but the mere thought of first grade coders running amok sends a shiver down my spine. Keep little Johnny away from the computer… teach him to be a plumber. For the future safety of the planet, not to mention your leaky toilet.

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