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Antiquing in the Brewer area.

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I can always tell when my husband isn’t going to like an antique store.

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You know the type…. filled with shabby chic and crafty things. He cruises through those stores quickly and rarely enjoys himself,

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Until he turned a corner in this one and saw the shredded wheat crate he’d just purchased for $25…

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(Yes, he collects wooden yard sticks. Don’t ask.) ….was selling for $125.

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Then? He was a fan.

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And chuckled at a few things.

Especially the creative way the owners of this old schoolhouse decided to deal with their roof leak.

New shingles? Not exactly.

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Indoor guttering.

Odd… but you have to admit, it is interesting.

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Antiquing in Bangor.

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* warning – photo of taxidermied deer to follow *

The search for vintage beer or whisky crates continues…

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And it’s not going well. Crates abound, but none of them are alcohol related… so boo to that.

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If these weren’t so expensive I might have grabbed them. Bound to be interesting reading.

And because you never know what you’ll find at antique stores?

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A bag of ducks.

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I’ve seen this type of taxidermy before and it always stupefies me. Did they only kill the front half?

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By all means, feed them. And do it immediately… before they suck out your soul while you sleep.

**shivers**

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I tried to talk the husband into buying this antique incubation table but he was having none of it. I know he won’t let me have chickens, but it would have been great for keeping hors d’oeuvres warm in the man cave.

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I examined this booklet and found absolutely nothing new.

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Hutch made of tree bark? Um… no. Lord Dudley would be climbing it on a daily basis.

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I have no explanation for this whatsoever.

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The finished product.

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After endless days of sanding, cleaning, oiling, staining and upholstery updates…

Voila.

Without the leaves –

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And with.

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The free on the side of the road table and chairs was ready for sale.

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The husband decided $250 was a reasonable price and within 15 minutes of listing it on Facebook marketplace three women messaged me. One wanted to cut the table 3 inches on each side because it was too wide, one wanted a conference table but said it was too narrow, and the third woman? Said she was on her way to pick it up, cash in hand.

And she did. Bye bye table and chairs.

At this point I’m not sure whether that was good news or bad. There’s no telling what my husband will come home with now.

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News you can’t use.

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And if you can use it? I’m sorry.

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I haven’t read it, nor do I have any intention of reading it, but damn. That doesn’t sound pleasant.

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Duly noted.

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I never understand people who linger there to read or play with their devices. I adore reading… but there are more comfortable seats in the house.

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That was one busy trio.

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Yes, you read that correctly.

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I’m proud to say my liquor consumption did not waver during the pandemic… and rest assured, I continue to do my part to shore up America’s potent potable economy.

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Grunt … part 4.

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Continuing in the most ridiculous stories of warfare vein, let’s talk about stink.

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Stink bombs. Not just for 3rd graders anymore…

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Can you imagine being the researchers on this project? I wouldn’t want their dry cleaning bill.

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3 percent of white people wanted vomit perfume? I believe I’ve walked past a few of them at Wal Mart….

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Vomit snacks? I’m quite certain I’ve never been that hungry.

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Damariscotta Lake

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We ducked into Damariscotta Lake State Park recently for a quick picnic lunch. It was on the way to the motorcycle repair shop and we were hungry.

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Take out Italians always taste better by a body of water.

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Being after Labor Day we had the place pretty much to ourselves which was sweet.

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Bye bye tourists.

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I know we need your money, but it really is much nicer without you.

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The rehab continues.

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Another few days of sweat equity and my husband is still at it.

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His dedication to the rehab of the discarded free furniture is actually quite impressive. Shame he doesn’t show the same enthusiasm for my honey do list, but what can I say? Things you don’t have to do are always more rewarding.

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The six chairs turned out to be more of a job than he bargained for but the result was a definite improvement.

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But here’s where it got amusing… at least for me. My husband went to a craft store and purchased fabric to recover the cushions.

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Did he choose a nice quality, attractive fabric? Of course not, he’s a man. But it was fresh and clean…. and standing to the side watching him play seamstress was priceless.

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Look at that cute little Suzy Homemaker.

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Okay, there was a hammer for fine tuning… Martha Stewart he’s not. But even I had to admit the results made a difference.

Before –

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After –

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To be continued…..

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Random silliness

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Maine has a chain of stores called Mardens. Personally, I can’t stand them as they’re full of cheap merchandise, knockoffs, and nearly expired items from various store closures. But a friend of mine loves them and insists on visiting every time we shop together. On a recent trip I spotted this:

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Yes, they were selling small …think slightly larger than the ketchup cup you get with take out… containers of water.

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And marketing it for pets. Proof positive there’s one born every minute.

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Did you try it? Holy hole in a donut Batman! The human body is a strange beast.

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My deepest darkest dream put in cartoon form.

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Things Facebook thinks I need.

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I’m a woman.

I love jewelry.

These statements are accurate. So while Facebook’s purchase suggestion was correct in theory, it was a tad off when it came to style.

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And when it came to shoes ?

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While I did appreciate the bottle opener feature, I tend to draw the line at astroturf footwear.

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Hmm… I didn’t know I wanted this either.

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But now I kind of do….

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