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Boo to shuttered breweries and bad lunches.

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After we finished with the antique store in the old mill, we strolled around and checked out the rest of the building.

Stores and office space on the first few floors, luxury apartments on the top.

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I loved this reclaimed bench.

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I did not love the fact this brewery was empty and shuttered tight. Boo to that.

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This is the Silver Street Tavern which came highly recommended.

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I passed on the Afternoon Delight as I prefer not to drink sh*t… good, in a cup or otherwise. I went with the Key Lime Gin Fizz…

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Which tasted just like a basic gin and tonic… so meh to the cocktails.

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The husband started with his go to appetizer, French Onion soup. Sadly it was sub par with a strange charred flavor.

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His chicken pot pie wasn’t really a pie and while the flaky top looked promising, it was cold, full of potatoes and quite dry.

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I went with the homemade crab cake sandwich and call bullsh*t on the homemade. It was tiny and tasted like a frozen Mrs. Paul.

Needless to say we won’t be returning there for another meal.

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First baby chuck sighting.

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It was bound to happen. Momma woodchuck found a safe home under our barn and she’s going to raise all her children there from now on.

Yesterday I spotted the first baby nibbler.

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I know they eat all my flowers, but damn it. They’re so stinking cute!

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There are four children this year and they’re just starting to venture out in the open.

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As long as mom is around that is.

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My garden is doomed.

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A day of antiquing… part 3.

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Our third and final antique store of the day was the one we set out for in the first place.

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Housed in an old refurbished mill in Waterville it was a wonderful place, full of charm and character.

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Check out that door!

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It was a bright and airy space with well organized dealers.

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I’ve been searching for an old wall phone exactly like this ever since we built the man cave/ Barn Mahal. This one was dirt cheap…. but the broken mouthpiece and missing crank handle were the reason why. 🥺

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My bunions hurt just looking at these shoes.

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A little bird whimsy for your viewing pleasure.

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Here’s the husband, checking out some vintage golf clubs.

And then?

I turned the corner. Which was a big mistake.

Huge.

Because it was there I found the horrors.

Brace yourself.

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Christ.

As if creepy old dolls don’t give me the heebie jeebies when they’re complete… I have to run into the eyeless, hollow headed, zombie babies from Hell.

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And if you think this one wasn’t so bad?

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The little demon child had teeth!

Ack!

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Rise and brine!

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Yes, the pickle posts are still peppering my page. So grab your cup of morning coffee and check out these briny abominations.

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Fritters are delightfully sweet treats.

Hard pass.

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There’s a name for this, but it’s definitely not fashion.

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Pickle juice ice cubes.

I just can’t…

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No.

And again, no.

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I have two words for this person.

Seek help.

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News you can’t use.

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Or maybe you can. I don’t judge, just laugh.

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Not having any idea of what a FODMAP diet consists, I looked it up.

Fermentable oligosaccharides, disaccharides, monosaccharides, and polyols.

Doesn’t that sound tasty?

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Good God, I hope not. Better start a ‘bail River out of jail’ account pronto.

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This isn’t really news per se, but I saw it… and now I can’t I unsee it.

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First it was Florida and their stinky miles of seaweed, now it’s Texas.

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These stories make me glad I don’t live near a beach.

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A day of antiquing … part 1.

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It was a beautiful clear, cool day and I wanted to take a drive along the coast. So of course we went antique shopping instead.

And were greeted by some very pricey little green men at our first stop.

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$950 per seemed a tad high to me. But you have to admit they’d spark more conversation than that coffee table book about the Renaissance.

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This first store was overloaded with crap. And my husband dove right in.

Disagree with my crap description? Think the store was actually filled with treasure?

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There was a stack of cardboard rose boxes for floral delivery. All empty.

Treasure me that.

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Chairs?

There were a few.

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The only thing I liked was this Grateful Dead 40 year anniversary poster but the hubs wouldn’t let me hang it in the man cave so there it stayed.

Did he leave the store empty handed?

Please.

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He bought this old wagon wheel jack (left) and placed it next to his other old wagon wheel jack (right) in the barn.

If only we had a wagon….

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Plants and pickles.

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It’s finally time to start planting some annuals around Casa River. It’s really only safe after Memorial Day as we had frosty nights right up until the end of May.

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A few geraniums.

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Some peachy begonias on the kitchen porch.

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A line of alternating marigolds.

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And it was back to the greenhouse for another trunkful. One can never have too many flowers.

My husband disagrees, but what does he know?

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A pizza. With pickles. And pickle flavored potato chips. Christ, it might as well have kale.

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I always thought I was one of those people who said – I’ll eat anything as long as it’s covered in chocolate.

Turns out I was wrong.

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Miscellaneous drivel.

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Remember those $50 blueberry bushes we bought at the nursery?

Turns out they had the same ones at the grocery store for $25.

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The husband couldn’t resist.

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There are days when I prefer to soak myself in alcohol, but apples and watermelons work too.

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I passed on the meatloaf mountain. Bread and potatoes? That’s a bit much.

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Here’s the Junior chuck, just chillin’ on the deck landing.

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Probably still full from all those flowers he devoured.

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Foxy lady.

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Mr. Fox brought his significant other last night for a nosh.

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See the stalks by the fox on the left? Husband found some wild asparagus in the field and thought the woodchucks would eat it. Sadly, they prefer my flowers and didn’t touch it.

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We love our foxes.

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They’re such graceful, beautiful creatures.

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If only they’d develop a taste for red squirrel.

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Surely they have hungry pups who need a snack.

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😉

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