Mind numbing maps.

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Because these are highly technically and statistically sound.

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See?

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Wow, I’m up a good 3 hours before most of these.

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Is it me… or are there two 48’s and no 50?

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We have a Russian community in the next town over… so I’d say chances are good you might find Boris and Natasha here as well.

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I’m wondering about this map.

Best for enforcement of drunk driving laws…. or best states to actually drive drunk and get away with it?

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I’m seeing a lot of birds on this so called animal list.

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Because I knew you’d ask … eventually.

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Let’s play.

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This may require a bit of thinking, but don’t let that put you off.

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For Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

I have two…

1. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

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When His Lordship is in full attack mode, it’s very dragon like.

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Even when there’s a window between him and his prey.

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I think you can guess this crouch didn’t end well for the tree.

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2. The Big Sleep.

When not actively stalking, His Lordship excels at napping.

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Usually for 18- 20 hours a day.

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And don’t think about interrupting his slumber if you value your skin.

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We call this the do not disturb.

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Now you…

What movie title describes your pet?

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What’s blooming?

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A few back yard photos from our recently blooming Japanese Iris.

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They’re smaller and more densely packed than the giant bearded variety.

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And to be honest a lot easier to deal with.

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A lovely annual burst of purple.

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And then there’s this showy shrub that blooms at the same time.

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The Weigela.

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A deep red beauty.

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A comfortable woodchuck and a frustrated feline.

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Our new storm door is Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s most favorite thing in the world right now. As soon as we swing back the kitchen door in the morning and allow him viewing access? He’s perched. Watching the world go by at perfect kitty height.

He watches birds. The rain. Squirrels. A leaf blowing by. It doesn’t matter… he’s there. And riveted.

So when I heard him cackling the other day I figured it must be something good.

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And it was.

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A baby woodchuck climbed the stairs to the landing and lay down on the welcome mat.

Right there.

In front of His Lordship.

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It was almost too much for a cat to bear.

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That little chucker got comfy… and stayed.

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No matter how crazy it drove our resident feline.

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A cow-less cow palace, more useless crap and one mad cat.

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During a recent pilgrimage to our favorite New Hampshire butcher shop/restaurant/pub, I saw a sign for “The Cow Palace” and made my husband turn around.

A palace of cows?

You know I had to see that.

Turns out it was an ice cream shop, which is fine… I love a good scoop of coffee or mint chocolate chip.

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There was a pond.

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A barn.

A cow themed parking sign.

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And a crowned cow on the wall.

But.

No.

Actual cows.

Boo to false advertising.

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And boo to my eagle eyed husband who saw a sign for an estate sale down the road, climbed up to the top of their barn and came down with a broken Amish wooden scythe that he had to purchase and bring home.

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Sigh.

Junk collecting is an addiction, don’t let anyone tell you differently. And if there was an Antiques Anonymous? I’d be signing my guy up for weekly sessions.

Upon returning home we found a pissed off cat…

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Who had to access his viewing window in the laundry basket because his mother forgot to move it before leaving.

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I have a feeling I’ll be paying for this transgression later.

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News you can’t use.

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Seriously.

No one can.

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Good grief.

Most men don’t know what to do with one.

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I think I’m more concerned with how they get out.

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And they’re just telling me now?

Damn. That would have been tv worth watching.

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Honey badger don’t play.

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You have to appreciate that level of commitment.

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I’m sure it was wonderful… but I’m guessing a tad over priced.

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I’m just not feeling it this year.

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Today our country turns 250 years old. I should be celebrating, but I’ve lost the joy.

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I’m a first generation American on my father’s side, his family came from England in 1920. He was 10 years old.

I’m a second generation American on my mother’s side, her parents came from Austria in 1923. My grandmother was pregnant. Birthright citizenship, it matters.

I’m the proud wife of a Vietnam veteran.

The proud daughter of a World War II veteran.

The proud great granddaughter of a Civil War veteran.

The proud 4th great granddaughter of a Revolutionary War veteran.

I’m proud of their service, their sacrifice and their dedication to the freedoms we hold dear … but I’m not proud of what the country they fought for has become today.

And I doubt they would be either.

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That being said, I hope all of you have a wonderful holiday filled with whatever brings you joy.

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Let’s play.

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Because it’s Friday and the weekend is almost here.

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We live in Maine for many reasons but high on the list? The scenic beauty.

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Rocky shores, coastal plains, virgin forests, rolling pastures and small pristine mountains. I love the change of seasons… the crisp colors of fall, the winter wonderland of snow.

I lived down south for 17 years and while parts of it are beautiful, it was never home. Too hot, too flat, too depressingly brown for Christmas.

So give me the blue zone. The cool air, the lakes, the mountains, the northern coasts. Quirky New England villages and Montana’s wide open valleys. I’ll be a happy camper. (Metaphorically speaking as I don’t camp.)

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How about you?

Pick a zone.

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