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Miscellaneous snippets.

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I don’t do shots anymore. But back when I did, they were just that… a single shot of a single alcohol. But these days every time I turn around someone is posting shot recipes with multiple ingredients. If it has more than one? It’s not a shot, it’s a mini cocktail.

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That being said, where has Key Lime Liqueur been all my life? Yum.

When we lived in NC we took a neighbor’s child under wing. She had a single mother and a disabled brother and there was never enough time or money to let her enjoy the innocence of childhood so we stepped in with trips to the zoo, circus and beach. As well as emotional support, advice, a shoulder to cry on… and love. She was the daughter we never had and we love her still.

Every year she sends my husband a Father’s Day card and me a Mother’s Day card. This year I didn’t receive one and I admit it made me sad.

Until…

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There’s no way to correctly segue from a surrogate mother’s love to this…

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But it popped up my FB feed and I had to do a double take.

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It might be tasty, but I can’t say I like the name.

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Now that I’m prominently displaying the family silver in the open air, polishing is taking up a lot of time. I’m always looking for shortcuts but don’t want to damage my antiques.

Has anyone ever tried this?

I saw the video and it looked too good to be true…

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Magic?

If you’ve tried it and it’s safe, let me know.

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Such bad timing.

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My spouse is getting ready to rip down our front porch and rebuild it. And if his contracting skills… or rather his lack of… aren’t worrying enough?

There’s this.

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My glorious rhododendrons, which due to all the rain we had this spring are bigger and fuller than they’ve ever been.

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Yes, the porch is old and rotted.

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Yes, the support posts aren’t supporting anything.

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No, the railings aren’t level.

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But… but…

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My rhodies are huge and just about to burst into full bloom.

They’re also right in the way and I know my husband is going to butcher them so he has room to work.

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A new feathered visitor.

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We had a new guest at Casa River yesterday.

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Running up and down the driveway at lightning speed.

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They’re cute little fellows we rarely see on our property.

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A shorebird who often nests alongside fields..

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The killdeer emits a shrill shriek of a call and is famous for pretending to have a broken wing and luring predators away from its nest with its supposed injury.

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Cute.

And smart.

Not to mention fast.

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Another major project. Sigh…

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This is a front section of our home.

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It has a ridiculous, utterly useless front porch.

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Purely for decorative purposes…

It’s old.

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The wood is rotted..

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The railing is out dated..

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And as you can see…

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The posts have sunken and hold up exactly nothing.

The previous owner, who instead of fixing it just added little filler squares of wood and caulked, left us with a mess. Thankfully the posts are not load bearing.

Which wasn’t the case when we torn down the kitchen porch a decade ago… as evidenced by this FB memory that popped up the other day.

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Clearly we like to live dangerously at Casa River.

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But back to the ridiculously small front porch.

It was next on the list for our contractor… tear down, dress up and replace. Except now the contractor is too busy with other jobs and doesn’t know when he’ll be able to get to it.

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So you know who has decided he’ll replace it.

Yes.

My husband, king of the jerry rigged construction projects said, “No problem.” which we all know is a lie. It will be a big problem from start to finish because I want a decent front porch, small and useless as it might be.

Stay tuned.

This one will probably last all summer.

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A barn day, beer and a squatter.

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With overcast skies and rain in the forecast my husband and I headed to the Barn Mahal for an afternoon of entertainment.

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Stepping on the porch, I realized we had a squatter.

Do you see it?

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In the upper corner to the right of the door.

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Someone has built a nest.

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After beating my husband at two games of Scrabble, we switched to pool… where my husband is guaranteed to win.

I like to play but I’m not very good. Can’t bank to save my life, but I won four out of ten so at least it wasn’t a rout.

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How long did we play?

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Long enough to require a keg change.

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News you can’t use.

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Here’s to useless news. Providing me with so much blog fodder I could post one of these every single day and still have useless news leftover.

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Oh good.

Something to look forward to.

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A robot hurling paint balls.

That will keep those kids off your lawn.

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Teargas pellets?

Yikes.

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I don’t know… but I think my male readers should take one for the team, start drinking soy milk and report back when they have to buy a bra.

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Gene Roddenberry would be thrilled.

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I might have just gone with a hamster, but okay.

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City farmhouse?

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We tried a new restaurant the other day which is something I love to do. If it was up to my husband we would go the same three every time we eat out because he’s an absolute creature of habit.

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City Farmhouse Kitchen and Bar in South Portland.

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The description was urban style with farm to table food. Sounded intriguing, so away we went.

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On first glance the cocktail menu looked stellar. Fresh fruit purées, homemade bitters and local herbs.

Yes please!

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I started with the strawberry basil mojito… which was so good I ordered two.

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I could happily have emptied a pitcher with my less than palatable crab cakes. The tiny things came out of the kitchen in a flash and had that hard crunchy coating that screamed frozen.

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On the plus side my husband’s lobster bisque was divine.

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It was an attractive place, modern with a few strange “farmy” touches.

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Like the fake grassy turf above the bar televisions.

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Sadly the main portions of our meals were disappointing. The husband’s roasted squash ravioli with root vegetables and sage brown butter were hard as a rock and dry….

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While my chicken tagliatelle with spinach, mushroom and pine nuts was dull as toast. The porcini cream had no flavor and the pasta was pasty.

My third cocktail however, the Indian Summer, was lovely.

Bombay Sapphire Gin, St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, Fresh-Pressed Lime, Splash of Cranberry, Muddled Pink Grapefruit, Splash of Bubbles.

Conclusion?

Go for drinks and not much else.

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The search continues…

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I made the rounds of a few more furniture stores looking for coffee tables the other day.

And because it’s me, and I’m looking for something simple… you know I didn’t find it.

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I don’t need a coffee table with baskets.

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Or one that looks like an old library card cabinet. Though that cat certainly seems to be enjoying it…

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I don’t need a coffee table that Lord Dudley would shred in a hot minute.

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Or… again, one that looks like a canoe.

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Those things are everywhere.

3 more large stores searched and I’m still empty handed.

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Though if you need a telephone booth wine bar I can point you in the right direction.

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