Remember the free pool table?

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You know, the one our friends gave us that inspired my husband to spend untold thousands in converting his storage barn to a man cave extraordinaire? Well guess what…. the husband has decided the free table isn’t good enough now and has been shopping for a new one.

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Have you ever shopped for a pool table during a global pandemic that forced everyone to stay home? If not, I don’t recommend it. Maybe it’s just Maine, but up here decent pool tables are hard to find. After exhaustive research ( that would be me, you know he wouldn’t take the time ) and a few disappointing viewings from Craig’s List ( ‘oh yes, the table is nearly new and in perfect condition’ they say… standing over a tilted, dented wreck with ripped felt ) we found a store with two ( yes, that’s all ) tables for sale.

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Did I mention it was a very high class place? I deduced this by the dogs playing poker plastic sculpture that took center stage.

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Swanky pool cue holders were available as well.

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Husband tried this table but it got a no vote from me. If we’re going with better… I want better, not seedy pool hall decor.

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This had a little more style, but the wrong color felt. Turquoise may be hot right now but we prefer the old fashioned green.

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The tables can be ordered and customized with any wood finish as well.

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Out the door, delivered and professionally set up for $3,500. Please note this is a far cry from free…. but not as much as the Brunswick or Olhausen brands. Those babies go for $8,000 – $10,000.

* gulp *

The search continues.

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Finally, a piñata I can get behind. And under.

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I’ve never been a huge fan of piñatas. I mean really, if you give me a baseball bat and want me to hit something other than a ball? It better be something worthwhile… like a certain red squirrel who shall remain nameless.

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But hold the phone…. there’s a piñata filled with liquor?

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Nipyata! Count me in.

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Covid? Sure I’ll give that a whack.

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Clown? Definitely whacking that creepy SOB.

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No, I might have to pass on that one. The husband wouldn’t want me practicing that particular swing.

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Apologies to my Republican friends, but that’s just begging to be whacked. (And look, he’s on sale)

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Things that are sad, but true.

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This first one might be a bit of an exaggeration…

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But there’s a reason I have a permanent dent in my right shoulder and tend to list a little to that side.

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Cross off the always annoyed and it’s a perfect description of me in the past year. Sigh…

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We cat people pretend our feline overlords feel deep affection for us…. but it’s just as likely they’d eat us if we dropped dead on the living room floor.

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Now that, is a dilemma.

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Streaking.

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This popped up on my notification page the other day.

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And knowing no one wants to see me run across a field naked, I figured there must be another explanation.

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Okay then.

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Thank you. I shall try to keep the inane drivel that is my blog consistently flowing.

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Yeah, I post too often. Message received.

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Seriously?

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I think once every 500 posts would be sufficient.

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Really not necessary guys.

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Can you spell overkill…

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Enough already!

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A duck rumble

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Our pair of visiting mallards is so cute. The male follows the female around the yard like a lost puppy and sits patiently while she nibbles.

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But then….

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Two rival males arrived.

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He chased them, he flew at them, he put his head down and charged them but nothing worked.

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They just kept moving closer.

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Right after I took this picture he went full ninja duck on their ass and finally drove them off. The Mrs? She was not impressed and simply kept eating.

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And on the 7th day…. River said thou feet shall be rested.

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After all the hassle we had with the Barn Mahal’s leather club chairs, the addition of a matching ottoman was almost too easy.

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Of course I told the husband I was ordering it online and having it delivered. No discussion necessary…. or allowed for that matter.

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Two nice young men carried it to the barn, put the legs on and said they would leave me a few extra scratch guards.

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Yup. That’s definitely a few…

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Maine, glorious Maine… part 2.

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It’s funny, but one of the most famous tourist attractions in my state is a sign.

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Yes, those really are the names of Maine towns and I’ve visited all of them. Didn’t even need a passport.

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I admit it, I partied heartily in many a gravel pit back in the day.

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Mud season was virtually non existent this year due to the lack of heavy snow last winter. Can’t say I really missed it.

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I used to gripe constantly about the cold, but with internal menopausal heating? Now I say bring it!

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Yes, if you visit Maine you must have your picture taken with the giant boot at L.L. Beans. And to be honest…. it’s not just for tourists.

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That’s the husband and our niece a few years back.

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We took her Christmas shopping and made her pose.

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More Dudley cuteness.

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When you chase wild turkeys from the lawn on a daily basis like my husband? You often find they leave parts of themselves behind..

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For which our cat is quite thankful.

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Have you hugged your feather today?

( Archaic reference to a public service announcement that used to run in the 80’s. Stop snickering, I’m old. )

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not at all pleased when we put the air conditioners in the windows after a miserably hot and humid day.

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He howled and batted at them and demanded their removal from his favorite bird watching perch. Sorry Dudley, but momma’s menopausal surface of the sun internal temperature requires cooling assistance. Adjust.

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