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Snow globe dining.

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Maine people have always known how to work around the weather. And though this winter has been mild compared to previous years, Covid restrictions have required businesses to use their imaginations like never before.

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Pineland Farms started life as a state run institution for the “idiotic and feeble minded” in 1907. Many horror stories floated out of those buildings, some from my cousin who worked there with mentally handicapped children in the late 70’s. It was closed in 1996 due to scandal and rumors of unsatisfactory care and has since undergone an amazing transformation.

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Nature trails, event weddings, a farm cooperative and store. They sell the beef they raise and the produce they grow. They make wonderful cheese and have a tasty little restaurant.

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But now?

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They have life sized snow globes as well.

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What’s not to love?

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Time traveler …. the finale.

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Yes, I’ve finally reached the end of words that were added to the dictionary in the year of my birth.

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It’s been an enlightening journey.

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Umami. In Japanese it means “essence of deliciousness”, but you might know it better as MSG.

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Wagyu , a heavily marbled Japanese beef. I can’t say I’ve ever tried it but it’s supposed to be fabulous. And it better be, I read they give the cows beer to stimulate their appetites and massage them with Saki. At least they meet their end happy.

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Yay. Seeing that this was the year I graced the planet with my presence, this word needs no explanation.

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Zester. River loves her some citrus so I’m thrilled to take credit for this handy dandy kitchen tool.

Lemon zest makes everything better, and if you’ve never tried it? Add a pinch to your lemon drop martini.

Cheers!

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Someone has discovered the great outdoors.

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After a few weeks of totally avoiding the windows….

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Our little guy has discovered the joy of squirrels.

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And since it wasn’t the resident red bitch, I didn’t even wish it ill.

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This brave grey fellow was positively taunting Lord Dudley.

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And manic cackling ensued.

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The afternoon ended with a flock of wild turkeys….

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And I think it’s safe to say the great outdoors will now be providing hours of feline entertainment.

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Well that was (not) fun.

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When your roof is leaking in the middle of a Maine winter and you have no idea why…. there’s really only one solution.

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You chip the ice and snow from around the door, set up a ladder….

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Climb up on the roof where you have to chip away more snow and ice…

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And lay a giant ass tarp. ( We’ll be the envy of all our neighbors now, so stylish! ) Then if you’re my husband, you leave a large part of it flapping in the corner.

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What?

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With a storm moving in, I had to fight him to secure the damn thing before it blew halfway to the next county.

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One little string, through one little grommet was all he would do.

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The snow came, turned to rain and miraculously the roof didn’t leak. But we’re due for strong winds in a few days so things are apt get interesting.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because Covid isn’t funny… but we still need to laugh.

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Guess the conspiracy theorists were right after all.

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For anyone who has ever been owned by a cat, you know this is true.

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If only…

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Geesh. How bad do you suppose it has to get?

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It’s been almost a year since we traveled.

A year! That just doesn’t seem possible.

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Okay, on second thought ….I guess we don’t have it so bad after all.

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Time Traveler Part five

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I started it… and I’m entirely too anal not to finish it.

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Skimming this section of words added to the dictionary in the year of my birth made me chortle.

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Pogonophoran?

I admit I had to look that up, and now I’m quite sorry I did.

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That’s the stuff of nightmares right there.

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Ska and snarf. Thank you Time Traveler for two excellent Scrabble words with which to whip my husband this weekend.

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But… support hose! Jesus. Are we really that old? Let’s take a test.

Does shirtless Ryan Gosling still get your motor running?

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Nope, not too old.

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Thwap.

While I knew this word described a slapping sound, in the interest of finding the correct definition for my readers I searched the web.

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You can thank me later.

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Dudley update.

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It took almost 3 weeks, but our new boy is settling in nicely and less skittish every day.

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Loud noises like the snow plow still send him under the bed … and the jury is still out on exterior wonders. He spied wild turkeys in the backyard the other day and growled from under the couch for 5 minutes straight.

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But he’s learning to trust us and coming out of his shell. Toys help, and I’ve retrieved that fuzzy ball from under the furniture enough times to require another visit to the orthopedist.

I think it’s safe to say I’m in love.

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Even my girlfriend recognized how much having a little guy around the house again means and sent a congratulations card.

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Dudley loves his squeaky mouse, but not when we wave the stick…. so I rigged up a do it yourself playground.

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I’m sure he’s grateful, though he doesn’t look it.

It should be noted that while I love dogs and all their slobbering appreciation? There’s something about the utter disdain cats show their humans which speaks to me.

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