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I saw something in the news recently that made me do a double take.
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And it made me wonder if flamingos are now an official NASA unit of measurement.
If so,..
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Nothing to be scared of there.
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A rather odd frame of reference.
Monthly Archives: March 2023
Can I borrow a bowl of Lucky Charms?
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Because tax time is coming and I could really use a pot of gold.
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As seen at a local Maine library.
Maybe I should attend the class and build a trap. I’m sure Lord Dudley would love chasing a Leprechaun around the house…
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So many toys, so little energy.
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More cute cat photos just because I can.
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As we’ve previously established Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a surplus of toys, most of which he doesn’t play with. But he does have a few favorites he flings around the living room.
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He runs up and down the halls, through the kitchen, around the den, bouncing out of the office and back across the furniture in a burst of frenzied energy…
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Until he runs out of steam.
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I feel you Dudley.
I really do.
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Let’s play.
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You know the drill.
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While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.
I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.
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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.
The song that makes me cry every time?
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How about you?
What tune always makes your eyes leak?
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Sunrise snow.
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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.
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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.
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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.
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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.
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I love a snowy landscape…
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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..
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Their beers don’t bite.
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I am an extremely happy camper and the reason is beer.
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We’ve found a delightful new brewery that doesn’t overload their brew with hops, hence the title.
The latest trend in Maine microbrews is IPA’s. Hoppy, bitter, double and triple IPA’s… which is fine, unless you’re me and don’t like them. I can’t tell you how many tasting rooms we’ve visited where every single beer on tap is hop forward.
Enter Olive Pit Brewing… a small, dog friendly, woman owned operation whose main goal is offering creative options.
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I should have flipped that over and photographed the other side… but I was too busy sampling. Please note there was a margarita inspired beer. Be still my heart.
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Yes, both those flights were mine. Don’t judge… variety is the spice of life.
And if you noticed the flight boards are dog bones?
There’s a reason.
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Meet Olive, the inspiration. A rescue dog the owners adopted from down south, Olive became seriously ill shortly after moving to Maine… but $25,000 later ( no, I’m not exaggerating ) she’s a well loved and happy pup.
So the brewery welcomes dogs, inside and out. Dogs and beer. What’s not to love?
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Did I mention there are beer cocktails?
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You know I had to try that!
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Weird, but quite tasty. And perfect for our one friend who doesn’t like beer but agreed to come because she’s a good sport.
We had a great time and definitely plan on going back.
Swag? Of course I had to buy some.
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Forest green t shirt…
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With appropriate tagline on the back.
They don’t bite because they’re not hoppy.
They don’t bite because the dogs are friendly.
And after tasting every single brew they offered? I can attest to the fact their product most definitely doesn’t bite taste wise either.
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A few glasses for the Barn Mahal bar.
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Snow cat.
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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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Beans, beans, the magical fruit…
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As a rule I’m not a breakfast person. A glass of tea and a berry banana protein smoothie works for me most days. But after an early morning appointment the other day my othet half was craving eggs Benedict so we searched for a restaurant.
When a little family run place in the middle of nowhere called the Countryside Diner presents itself, you can’t say no.
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I have to say I was surprised at the burgundy and gold whore house color scheme. It totally clashed with their logo.
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But I’d read good reviews so we plunged into the breakfast menu – where all the combos came with beans. You know you’re in Maine when.
Not being a baked bean lover, especially at 9:00 am I chose two small sides… biscuit and sausage gravy with home fries.
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The husband’s Benny was rich and tasty but correct me if I’m wrong, breakfast shouldn’t be grey… right? My meal tasted as good as it looked, which is to say horrible.
When we lived down south I acquired a mild biscuits and gravy addiction. When made properly? It’s the nectar of the gods. Sadly up here in bean country they can’t make it to save their lives… but hope springs eternal and I order it when I see it, usually to my disappointment.
And before you say why don’t you make your own at home… the husband hates it. Ever tried to make biscuits and gravy for one? Not possible.
The search continues.
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Ooh la la!
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As I mentioned a few days ago, I love tea. Almost every kind… except green.
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Aside from the fact it tastes like hot swamp water, green tea is weak. And I like my tea like I like my men. Bold and strong. I don’t drink ( or date) dishwater.
My cupboard is full of boxes, canisters and envelopes of marvelous varieties with flavors to satisfy anyone… except my husband who suddenly decided he wanted to drink green tea.
Dutiful wife that I am … yes, I typed that with a straight face… I purchased a few types for him to try.
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The one on the left is plain green, which to me is so tasteless I wonder why people bother. After sampling the others, blueberry and honey ginseng , he picked the dishwater. Probably just to spite me.
And while I had little interest, I opened the Harney and Sons blueberry green tea tin just because.
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Oh. My. God!
The robust scent of fruit that wafted out of the container was amazing. Rich, lovely and I hate to say it… but better than pie.
Made with pieces of real blueberries, I had to immediately steep a cup and let me tell you it didn’t disappoint.
This is the least ‘green’ green tea I’ve ever had and it’s fabulous!
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Excuse me sir, I think you lost something.
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One of our visiting bucks has been looking a little lopsided lately.
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And while losing antlers is a normal annual occurrence for these big guys…
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This fellow has lost one side completely…
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And all but one small branch on the other.
Weird.
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