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It means boat.

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Bateau – def. a light flat-bottomed riverboat used in eastern and central North America.

A bateau is a boat, but in my neck of the woods? It’s also a brewery.

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Perched on the river in a turn of the century mercantile building, we met the owners recently and had to check it out. And though the outdoor seating had a great view….

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It was hot, so we opted for indoor.

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Which also had a good waterfront view.

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I liked the vibe, and I liked the beer.

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I did not like the fact that my husband and our friend found the strategically placed cribbage board and left me twiddling my thumbs for an hour .

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But I joined the Maine Beer Trail and checked in accordingly.

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And I drank.

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It was called pucking sour… and it was, with cherry and pomegranate undertones.

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Up close and personal.

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The husband came home from the gas station with something cradled in his hands the other day.

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A perfectly dried and preserved Monarch butterfly he found on top of the gas pump.

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Such delicate, beautiful creatures.

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He (she?) will reside on the auxiliary desk in our home office, with the hummingbird nest a girlfriend gave me and the pig made from nut shells I bought in Chinatown when I was a child.

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My respect for Aussie laissez faire grows…

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Australians are the kings and queens of chill.

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A weekend trip to Christmas Island went off the rails as soon as the family started cooking dinner.

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Coconut crabs don’t rate the nickname “robber crabs” for nothing.

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Crabs were climbing up chairs and table legs trying to steal a bite to eat… but did the Aussie family flip out and run for their boat?

No.

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They popped the tops on a few and calmly batted the crabs off their plates.

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Stone garden border project… day 7.

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I’m happy to report it was a dull and uneventful day of stone installation.

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Probably because I stayed in the house. Oh, I was out there bright and early ready to work, but my help was neither needed nor desired.. so I left him to it.

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The border looks great, though it really is a lot smaller than I wanted.

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The perennial bed I had envisioned will have to be dramatically downsized.

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But something is better than nothing and he certainly is doing a good job.

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For the love of all that’s holy… no.

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What the Hell Texas!

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Loyal readers know I dislike dolls. Those dead eyed, soul stealing little human replicants have haunted my dreams for decades. So when I read about the abominations washing up on shore in Texas?

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I cringed.

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Figuratively and literally.

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The thought of casually strolling down the beach and bumping my toe into that makes me want to scream.

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Thirty.

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Of those…. things.

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Thank you John. You’re doing the world a great service.

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Burn them.

Burn them all…..

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News you can’t use.

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Because I live to inform.

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Clearly my ancestral people are not feeding their foxes as well as I do.

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Here’s what she found – the fact that she has entirely too much time on her hands.

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Not exactly what I’d call all natural.

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I hope no one out there is using this poison. It’s a certified cancer causing agent and is some how still being sold in the United States. That fact that Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas was a Monsanto lawyer may have something to do with this.

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Stone garden border project… day 5 and 6.

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After calling the stone yard every day for a week to see if they were back open, we finally caught a break and drove over to pick out the second pallet of rocks.

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Naturally he wanted the one in the back, buried under another pallet, and red flagged it accordingly.

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After the over loaded truck fiasco with the first batch, I’d managed to talk the husband into having this one delivered and breathed a sigh of relief he wouldn’t need to replace a vehicle….

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Until I came home from the grocery store the next morning to find he went and picked them up himself anyway because delivery would be two weeks out. Patience? They name is not my husband’s.

He unloaded half of the first batch of rock in the middle of the garden bed and half around the edges, which made no sense to me as the ones on the edges would need to be moved again during construction… but whatever. I think we’ve established he does things his way, right or wrong.

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The first batch he brought home was scattered on the truck bed, the second sat right on the axle. Say what you want about old Fords… this baby is hauling twice what’s she rated for.

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So. The second pallet is here and ready to be deployed.

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Even though the stones are considerably larger this time around.

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