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The husband and I like to jump in the car and take day trips to explore our beautiful state of Maine.
The rugged rocky coast? Yes.
Quirky little fishing villages? Sure.
Museums, antique stores and breweries? Of course.
But every once in a while?
We find a spot that’s truly spectacular.
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We just had a deck railing visitor.
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He’s a juvenile hawk who’s realized our bird feeders are prime hunting ground… and doves are quite tasty.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was less than pleased…
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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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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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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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Someday someone will be able to use one of these, and then I’ll have to stop posting them.
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That’s not something you hear every day.
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Great. Yet another global climate change catastrophe. Screw with this planet at your peril people….
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I’m sorry, but this is not news. Or new for that matter.
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I’d say everyone has to have a hobby, but WTH?
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It was Halloween season when we were in New Hampshire and as I was blow drying my hair one morning in the resort, I heard strange sounds coming from the living room.
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Turns outthe husband had found one of those mondo bizarro horror movies from the 50’s.. and it was a hoot.
Fiend Without A Face. No need to delve into the plot, just know it was marvelously ridiculous with disembodied killer brains on the loose.
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They boarded up the doors, but it found a way in.
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They chopped it with an ax…
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But they still weren’t safe.
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And just when we thought our damsel in distress could stop wringing her hands?
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Multiple disembodied brains attacked.
Man, they don’t make movies like this anymore.
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On our last night in the White Mountains we skipped down the road to a very popular brewery called One Love.
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It was a huge place, and so busy on a Friday night we had to schlepp up the stairs to the second floor bar.
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Sadly One Love brewery doesn’t take their beer very seriously and only had three of their own on tap, all of which were quite disappointing
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They did however make a stellar blood orange cranberry margarita.
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Which I consumed with some amazing lollipop lamb chops so the visit wasn’t a total waste.
Our trip home the next day was uneventful, consumed mostly with me bugging the husband to stop at multiple gift stores so I could purchase a thank you gift for our Lord Dudley Mountcatten cat sitting neighbor.
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In case you’re wondering, this did not make the cut.
Upon returning home I happily put my newly purchased brewery crate into service.
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Four down, probably two more to go. Since my idea for vinyl storage/display containers is proving more difficult to procure than I originally thought, I have culled my collection down to a more reasonable number and now have a rather large stack of never listened to albums in the closet. It was hard to be ruthless, but necessary. I need to get my crates out to the man cave before the husband bogarts all the available floor space.
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Looking for a different topper for your Christmas tree this year?
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How about the Abominable ( but quite cute ) Snowman.
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Can’t say I’m crazy about letting him climb the tree at will….
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But he does make a great addition to that gift of champagne.
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How’s that for a shift in topic? (Spellcheck just changed ‘for’ to ‘fur’. I am not amused.)
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And I thought stupid ad campaigns couldn’t get any stranger.
In other news, we had lunch at a pub the other day called The Depot. It was loud, dark and though our meal was decent, I can’t say I’m in any hurry to go back.
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Especially if I’m in the mood for a Caesar salad.
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As we were winding up our tour of the resort we wandered into the conference center….
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Which was just as attractive as the rest of the resort though in a newer building addition. There were multiple meeting rooms of which I’ll spare you the details…
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But we did find a plethora of fascinating old maps.
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And since I included the word old in that description, you know who enjoyed them the most.
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Random grand piano…. because you never know when the Brotherhood of Orthopedic Shoe Manufacturers will feel the need to break into song.
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The indoor pool required a paying guests only entry card so here’s a shot of it through a window. I thought it was very nice they had a handicap lift machine.
If I haven’t mentioned it before, this hotel was built in 1902. And though they do an amazing job of upkeep, the old broad is beginning to show her age and needs some serious restoration in spots.
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Underneath decades of crisp clean white paint? Rotted wood.
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And a side porch rotunda that’s undergoing some major repairs.
They try to keep as much of the original structure as possible which I’m sure is an engineering nightmare.
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So there you have it, The Mount Washington resort. An area landmark that shouldn’t be missed.
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