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Henry the Hawk and a squirrel who knows how to work a pole.

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We have a new backyard visitor who is showing up every day, twice a day.

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He’s a juvenile Coopers Hawk who has discovered our backyard bird feeders.

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We’ve named him Henry and he’s quite content to hang out in the gardens and wait for a meal to fly by.

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He’s young, and his hunting skills need some fine tuning.

Honestly? He misses more often than not.

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But he’s one very chill little dude.

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In other news, we seem to have a squirrel ready for the stripper Olympics.

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I say this because his pole acrobatics are quite impressive.

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That’s a 9.5 right there.

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Let’s play.

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Time to warm up your memory banks and answer a question.

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My husband and I were married in 1984. We lived in a cheap, fully furnished rental house off base and basically had nothing to our names but the clothes on our back.

So naturally the first thing we did was buy a sexy new sports car.

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A Nissan 280ZX.

Brother, we were styling.

It had removable T Tops which were flashy, but honestly a pain in the *ss as they took up all the room in the tiny hatch space in back. Open roof and grocery shopping at the same time? Not happening.

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But we looked good, so who cared?

I tried searching old photo albums for a picture of us in or beside the car but this is the only one I could find.

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Car butt to the right.

A skinny, big haired ‘80’s me and the hubs on our way to a wedding on the left.

I do love me a man in uniform.

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Your turn.

What were you driving in 1984?

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More maddening maps.

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This first one is mistitled.

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You certainly can name your child after a U.S. state…

But in most cases you probably shouldn’t.

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I’m a solid 20%-er. The service has to be atrocious for me to leave less… though I’ve been known to tip 100% at diners with great wait staff.

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My husband has a childhood friend who can’t speak a sentence without uttering Maine’s favorite, so I won’t argue with this one.

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They should have this map at the dentist’s office that ripped me off for a clearance letter. They were shocked I had all mine.

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I’ve never been, so I can’t comment. Though ‘birds that scream at you’ sounds like an interesting place…

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Damn it.

I just gave myself an ear worm.

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Eerie skies, a plethora of lobster and how you know you’re getting old.

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Now and then, right before sunset in the summer… we have an eerie backyard light.

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Sadly none of those rain clouds dropped anything on us.

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But they made for pretty pictures.

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Now that is a bowl of lobster stew.

No tiny minced pieces or disappointing puree there. No sir.

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Much as I hate to admit it, I’ve finally reached the age where a new sheet of stamps excites me. I may have oohed when I first saw this one.

Sigh.

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I’d live here anyway, but it’s nice to know we have high rankings.

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This is now a skunk water dish.

Other backyard critters need not apply.

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The husband at a yard sale, or more precisely a barn sale.

The barn was filled with rusty old things and he was in heaven.

See the sign posted on that giant cabbage shredder?

He bought the shredder.

😩

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A rainbow, a recipe and Cluck Norris.

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Porch geese have been around for years and women have been dressing them in seasonal costumes equally as long. But a bar in downtown Bath has taken it to the next level.

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Cluck Norris.

Best. Porch. Goose. Name. Ever.

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I’m always saving these lists of helpful hints but rarely try them. Though chalk in the jewelry box sounds easy enough.

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Just sayin’…

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A skunk-less rainbow this time.

😉

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Only in Maine.

Fun fact? The house where I grew up on the Island was built in 1842 and had a large two story garden shed in the back yard. At the rear of the building? A three hole outhouse.

Because togetherness is everything.

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This was yummy.

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Though I added some sun dried tomatoes and fresh basil. Next time I think I’d half the mozzarella amount or use Parmesan.

Meanwhile in the backyard…

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Someone else is looking well fed.

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News you can’t use.

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Still here.

Still useless.

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Weed vomiting is now a thing.

Partaking of the chronic was so much easier in my day.

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Doing their part to keep Portland weird.

Carry on boys.

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Cake topper?

Why not.

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Probably not, but it will certainly make men want to.

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That’s a 911 call you don’t hear very often.

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Taking the term camaraderie to an entirely new level.

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🤣

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Atta boys, a beat up mayor and a Yankee gator.

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The WordPress attaboys had slowed for a while but then this popped up the other day.

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I highly doubt they read all my comments and picked out ten to be thoughtful.

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Those numbers don’t add up.

And yes, I’m still mad at myself for missing a day when my streak was over 1,400.

😡

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The unofficial mayor of Bath, Maine is clearly a scrapper.

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And his recovery was front page news.

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Someday I’m going to meet him in person. Or is that in feline?

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Never let it be said broccoli doesn’t belong on pizza. With a garlic crust, Alfredo sauce, 3 cheeses and grilled chicken? Fabulous.

As was the blackberry mojito.

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I hope these are true.

Smelly Onion beats the Windy City hands down.

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You never know what will pop up in small Maine towns.

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That’s impressive carving right there.

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He’s everywhere.

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It’s weird, but I’m starting to see Lord Dudley Mountcatten in all kinds of strange places.

No… not just around our house, I mean online.

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See?

His Lordship.

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I’m beginning to think he has a side hustle I know nothing about.

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It’s a little disturbing.

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He might even have a second home.

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Though he’s clearly wearing contacts in that photo.

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It’s odd… and the likenesses are uncanny.

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But then, even more impressive?

He showed up inside Monet’s Waterlilies.

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(Sorry, no corresponding real life picture. His Lordship does not do water, French or otherwise)

This silliness led me down a rabbit hole of including his photo in digital posters.

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That looks about right.

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He doesn’t eat tuna, but has been known to steal ham off my husband’s sandwiches.

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I could hang that one in the Man Cave/Barn Mahal.

But this was my favorite…

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Lord Mountcatten.

Starry Night.

❤️

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Let’s play.

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If you’re flying solo? Seat mates can make or break the trip.

I’ve had people who won’t shut up and people who don’t say a word.

A woman who wouldn’t stop drinking.

An ADHD child (who drove me to drink)

A man so creepy the flight attendant asked me if I wanted to change seats. (I did, and was upgraded to first class.)

Yes, seat mates are important.

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While I do have a few unanswered questions for Marilyn… and Batman might come in handy if there was an emergency, I’m going with Betty White.

Ten hours of laughing sounds like a good plan to me.

How about you?

Pick a seat mate.

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It doesn’t get more scenic than this.

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If you have to eat lunch?

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You might as well do it with a water view.

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On the coast of Maine.

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In the town of Camden.

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Down at the harbor.

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At Peter Ott’s.

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There’s a view out every window.

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And the smoked peach with ginger Collins is fabulous.

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Blackened shrimp with citrus slaw appetizer.

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View to my right.

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Grilled chicken Caesar salad for me.

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Plus a smoked peach and ginger sangria.

(It was the fresh fruit puree of the day, what’s a girl to do?)

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Creamy garlic lobster linguine for the husband.

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Followed by a harborside stroll.

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Not a bad way to spend the afternoon.

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