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Bellying up at the Pig.

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The husband and I were on our way home from a sad visit with his elderly uncle the other day when he surprised me with the offer to stop at one of my favorite watering holes.

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I say it was a surprise because while I love The Blind Pig and their creative pours, hubby isn’t a fan of their food and never wants to visit.

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Empty.. since it was the middle of the afternoon in the middle of the week, I dove right in.

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First up? A blackberry vanilla martini.

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The speed at which it disappeared literally raised my husband’s eyebrows.

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And while we weren’t there for a meal we did order a few nibbles. Barbecue wings for the husband, which he enjoyed despite his misgivings about the kitchen.

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And a massive plate of what turned out to be fabulously fresh and juicy chicken fingers for moi. I could only get halfway through the plate but they were so good they even made my other half agree he may have to reverse his ban on eating here.

Oh, cocktail #2?

A crisp and delightful pear mojito.

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Corn star.

Lawyers, guns and money.

Even the drink list will make you smile.

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While I could have happily sat there and drank all day, my final libation was a strawberry rhubarb margarita. Tasty, but honestly a bit too sweet for me.

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Pardon their typo at the end. With the quality of cocktails, I’m surprised the typist made it that far without errors.

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If you’re ever in Gardiner, Maine drop by.

You won’t be disappointed.

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News you can’t use.

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Because it’s generally more fun than news you can.

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The future of porn is most definitely not in my living room, but this is a judge free zone. What you do with your holodeck is your own business.

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Bad pig… bad.

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For some reason my Facebook feed thought I needed this. At over $10 an inch? I think I’ll pass.

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I’m guessing the people who install the porn holodeck are the target audience here.

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It’s this kind of quality content that makes you glad you read my blog, no?

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Calling all birders….

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We’ve had a beautiful bird of prey hunting around our property lately and I’m damned if I can identify him.

He’s a good size, pale feathered with black wing tips, and has been hard as hell to photograph because he flies very quickly.

I thought it might be an Osprey but there’s not enough brown.

I thought it was a juvenile red tail hawk, but it’s still too light in color.

These are the best shots I’ve managed so far, taken across the road on our neighbors farm.

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He skims the ground quite low.

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I’m sure it’s good mousing over there.

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Anyone have an idea who he is?

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The meal that keeps on giving.

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When your household only contains two people, baking a ham for your husband means the ham becomes the proverbial Thanksgiving turkey and feeds you for a week.

Day one. – the baked (and not that spiral cut nonsense) ham with brown sugar glaze, mashed red potatoes and fresh garlic green beans.

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Day two – ham with the remaining pineapple and cherries, homemade macaroni and cheese and roasted Brussels sprouts.

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Day three – split pea and ham soup with honey cornbread. I can’t stand the stuff, so there’s a big bowl of leftover slop as well. And when it cools? It solidifies into a chunky green block. So appetizing. Not!

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Day four and day five- a rich and creamy ham casserole with egg noodles, carrots, broccoli, onions, Parmesan and cheddar cheese. This is yummy, but produces even more leftovers.

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Day six we reach the end of the bountiful hog and make ham salad for sandwiches.

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And lest you think we forgot his Lordship, trust me. He got a bowl of chopped ham as well.

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Random nonsense.

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I saw a shirt in Goodwill the other day that made me laugh.

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Strategically placed boobies.

The blue footed kind…

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As someone who reads 3-4 books a week, these statistics completely blew my mind. But oddly enough, they also explain a lot.

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For my black thumbed friends who say they even manage to kill succulents… a beautiful solution.

My thumb is green, but even I’m tempted.

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This is pure gold.

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Not my idea of a good time.

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I love a good festival.

In Maine we have the Lobster festival, the Clam Festival, and the Oyster festival. We have a Blueberry Festival, a Whoopie Pie festival and a Chowder festival. Folk, Reggae and Blues Festivals? Yup. We’ve got those too. Hell… we even have the White Nose Pete Fly Fishing Festival.

For my fishing obsessed readers, the legend of White Nose Pete –

https://midcurrent.com/stories-essays/the-legend-of-white-nose-pete/

Yes, festivals are grand.

Except this one… which makes me glad I don’t live in Dorchester County Maryland.

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Weird, not to mention disturbing.

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I can honestly say I’ve never seen anyone so excited about skinning a muskrat.

And to be honest, I hope I never do.

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Damn.

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Sorry, but that is not my idea of festive.

Oily goat with fish sauce?

Nope. Not for me.

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Good grief.

Whatever happened to baton twirling?

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$2,000+ later….

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The day arrived.

Preparations were made.

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And a fond farewell was bid to our loyal 13 year old washer and dryer.

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Our laundry room is small (it used to be a spare half bath) so I was a little worried the delivery men would have a hard time maneuvering the heavy appliances in and out. Lord knows my husband and I did.

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But before I could even blink they had the old ones unhooked and out the door. Granted they didn’t have far to go, but the way they did it with these amazing moving straps that wrap around their backs, over their shoulders and under the machines?

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Fabulous!

And now I totally want a pair.

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Viola!

While the drums are slightly larger than our old set, the machines themselves are actually a bit smaller so …. weee! I have a few extra inches of floor space to play with.

I was a little hesitant to go with the charcoal grey as we’ve always had white, but it looks more like black which blends nicely with our stove and fridge.

Before…

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After.

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These things were literally twice the price of our old ones so my fingers are crossed they have a long sudsy life.

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Success!

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With many thanks to shinegrace214 who tracked down Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s elusive scratching post… I ordered it and now have one very happy cat.

I swear he knew what it was the minute I brought it in the house because he was positively pawing at the box in anticipation.

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After following these highly technical instructions…

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I brought it in the living room as replacement for the much loved predecessor.

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The second I put it on the floor? His Highness pounced.

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He scratched, he rubbed, he drooled with delight.

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I topped the post with his little blue whale for added entertainment and sheer bliss followed.

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The internet can be a wonderful thing.

Thanks again shinegrace214! You made this little guy’s day.

Week.

Month… etc.

❤️

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Let’s play.

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You’re here.

What else are you gonna do?

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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.

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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?

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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.

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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.

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This.

I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.

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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.

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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.

Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.

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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.

Your turn!

Please add to the list….

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