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Here’s our old doe coming out of the woods.
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She’s slow, but still gets around.
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And right behind her?
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Blue eyed Bambi.
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Fatten up little guy/girl.
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Parts of Maine are getting snow today. Winter is coming.
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Still spotted.
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Still a little eerie.
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But definitely different.
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You’ll be sorry you missed this one.
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So bad it was good.
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Mad scientists at work.
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They were attempting to shrink some shrews, but something went wrong.
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Terribly wrong.
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Which is why this fellow bellied up to the bar.
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The shrew’s poisonous saliva killed this guy.
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So our hero shot it.
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But look!
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Another one is chewing through the wall.
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Yeah, sure. The couch will stop it.
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That fellow is now behind the bar and I don’t blame him. Drink up boyo, they’re coming.
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An escape plan is hatched with welded together oil drums.
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Our heroine looks out but doesn’t like what she sees.
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( The giant shrews? Skinny dogs with glued on tails and bizarre fur.)
Low budget cinema at it’s best.
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Only the hero, heroine and mad doctor manage to duck walk the drums to the water’s edge.
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Where they swim for the boat…
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And prattle on about over population of a species that had absolutely nothing to do with the plot.
The shrews?
They’re left behind on the island to eat each other until none are left.
There’s a moral there somewhere….
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I just realized I haven’t posted a photo of the big barn since the staining and painting were completed.
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Needless to say I’m very pleased.
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The nice thing is, the husband was pleased as well.
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I know this because I overheard him talking to the painter saying he wasn’t sure he would like a red barn and that he’d fought his wife over it… boy did he!… but in the end, even he had to admit it looked great.
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Technically it’s not totally done, as the crew is going to box in the eaves on the overhang. But in Maine, you have to paint until the weather turns, so they’ll be back another day to finish that.
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My porch furniture cushions also need to be recovered in a fabric that doesn’t clash.
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But baby barn approves.
And we have a red and white barn!
Yay.
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And I love their Facebook group page.
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A moo disorder?
More likely the poster has a Budweiser disorder.
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Okaaaay.
I’m not sure what Doug did to rate a shout out, but I’ll go with it.
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Damn. All I have under my bed is dust bunnies… where’s the fun in that?
Here’s a random photo of ducks that were for sale at our local hardware store. I’m always tempted to bring home a few when the husband sends me up there for screws.
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Now there’s a platform no one can argue with.
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You do, you really do.
Does anyone know where I can score one of those beauties?
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Our weekly CDA is winding down for the year, but the harvest is still plentiful.
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Peppers, turnip, ginger, Korean melon, spinach, salad greens, kohlrabi, radishes, chard, celery, dill and yes. Some awful version of kale.
Our weather has started to change and we’re feeling some delightfully brisk and crisp air. When that happens?
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It’s time for a big pot of homemade chili. And a trip to our local pub.. at an off hour when no one is there. Perfect.
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On the menu? Duck wings with sweet Thai chili sauce.
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Tis the season.
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And thanks in part to my suggestion… okay my endless badgering, whatever!… the owner has agreed to run weekly cocktail specials. He even bought a lovely coffee table book of choices for me to peruse.
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Keep the customers happy.
And the really good customers like me? Keep them soused, they complain less that way.
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Because life during Covid is easier if I can laugh.
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Sad, but true.
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If not, FFS…. somebody pull the plug.
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Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.
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Actually we can afford it, which is somehow even worse.
I miss traveling!
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The nerve of that guy.
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This would not surprise me.
Not one little bit.
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I do. Even though I’m sure you’d rather I didn’t.
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Yes, this exists. Though I think they’re wrong about the Olympic event.
And if you’re thinking…. that’s great River, but I don’t really care for cereal?
I’ve got your back.
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Pooping Champion Gummies.
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And tea.
You’re welcome.
But if that’s not enough to get you excited about this oh so helpful product? Visit their website and check out the fabulous club you can join.
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Now tell me you don’t want to be a card carrying member of that!
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What fresh Hell is this?
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Crikey!
That’s a caterpillar?
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Damn, watch out Virginia. 2020 isn’t through with you yet.
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Yeah, that doesn’t sound good at all.
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Fall foliage and deer in the backyard.
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It’s a view I never get tired of.
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This is our dark doe. She’s a big girl, and I swear if you put a rack on her she’d easily be a healthy buck.
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The difference between her and our old doe is striking, and sad.
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But to each thing there is a season…
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Facebook ads. They’re never ending and annoying and I pay them very little mind.
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Yes, I like Hint water… but don’t need to see daily videos.
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And yes, those are some sweet shades I could easily see myself rocking next summer, but they don’t need to join the other 15 pairs I never wear in my junk drawer.
While I realize these ads are targeted to me specifically based on algorithms of my search history, every once in a while they surprise me.
As this one did the other day:
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Not being in possession of a pair, I assure you I have never actively searched for ball wash.
Trust me on this.
Of course since it popped up, I had to click. For research/ blog fodder purposes only you understand.
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Don’t be whack, GIVE A SACK.
There’s an ad slogan designed to burrow deep into your frontal cortex.
And while I admit I chortled over this, I’m not chortling now. Because you know what happens when you click on a Facebook ball wash product ad?
This:
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And this:
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I am now being inundated with less than helpful product placement.
Man meat.
What have I done!
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