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It almost happened.
It could have happened.
I wanted it to happen.
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But sadly, it didn’t happen.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten spotted her.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten stalked her.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten tried…
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But the red squirrel menace was too quick and unfortunately still walks among us.
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Our third and final antique store of the day was the one we set out for in the first place.
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Housed in an old refurbished mill in Waterville it was a wonderful place, full of charm and character.
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Check out that door!
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It was a bright and airy space with well organized dealers.
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I’ve been searching for an old wall phone exactly like this ever since we built the man cave/ Barn Mahal. This one was dirt cheap…. but the broken mouthpiece and missing crank handle were the reason why. 🥺
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My bunions hurt just looking at these shoes.
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A little bird whimsy for your viewing pleasure.
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Here’s the husband, checking out some vintage golf clubs.
And then?
I turned the corner. Which was a big mistake.
Huge.
Because it was there I found the horrors.
Brace yourself.
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Christ.
As if creepy old dolls don’t give me the heebie jeebies when they’re complete… I have to run into the eyeless, hollow headed, zombie babies from Hell.
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And if you think this one wasn’t so bad?
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The little demon child had teeth!
Ack!
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Yes, the pickle posts are still peppering my page. So grab your cup of morning coffee and check out these briny abominations.
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Fritters are delightfully sweet treats.
Hard pass.
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There’s a name for this, but it’s definitely not fashion.
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Pickle juice ice cubes.
I just can’t…
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No.
And again, no.
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I have two words for this person.
Seek help.
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Store number two on the antique day trip was chock full of horrors.
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I’m going to have nightmares about that maniacally grinning clown.
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Interior design flaw aside, the use of deer body parts in lamps is never a good idea.
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As always I was looking for another alcohol related crate for my vinyl collection. This did not fit the bill.
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Anyone ever see these? It was some kind of giant video disc and player. Larger than a vinyl 33 album and much heavier.
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Gloriously easy my ass.
Our purchases? I’m glad you asked.
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A pricey vintage stereoscope 3D viewer.
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You see the handheld models now and then but this one was on a heavy base so the husband had to have it.
Does he own the cards to go with it? Yes.
Can he find them in his crap filled cellar? No.
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Why did we buy an old beer bottle?
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Because I already have the matching beer crate.
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Or maybe you can. I don’t judge, just laugh.
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Not having any idea of what a FODMAP diet consists, I looked it up.
Fermentable oligosaccharides, disaccharides, monosaccharides, and polyols.
Doesn’t that sound tasty?
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Good God, I hope not. Better start a ‘bail River out of jail’ account pronto.
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This isn’t really news per se, but I saw it… and now I can’t I unsee it.
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First it was Florida and their stinky miles of seaweed, now it’s Texas.
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These stories make me glad I don’t live near a beach.
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It was a beautiful clear, cool day and I wanted to take a drive along the coast. So of course we went antique shopping instead.
And were greeted by some very pricey little green men at our first stop.
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$950 per seemed a tad high to me. But you have to admit they’d spark more conversation than that coffee table book about the Renaissance.
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This first store was overloaded with crap. And my husband dove right in.
Disagree with my crap description? Think the store was actually filled with treasure?
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There was a stack of cardboard rose boxes for floral delivery. All empty.
Treasure me that.
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Chairs?
There were a few.
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The only thing I liked was this Grateful Dead 40 year anniversary poster but the hubs wouldn’t let me hang it in the man cave so there it stayed.
Did he leave the store empty handed?
Please.
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He bought this old wagon wheel jack (left) and placed it next to his other old wagon wheel jack (right) in the barn.
If only we had a wagon….
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It’s finally time to start planting some annuals around Casa River. It’s really only safe after Memorial Day as we had frosty nights right up until the end of May.
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A few geraniums.
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Some peachy begonias on the kitchen porch.
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A line of alternating marigolds.
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And it was back to the greenhouse for another trunkful. One can never have too many flowers.
My husband disagrees, but what does he know?
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A pizza. With pickles. And pickle flavored potato chips. Christ, it might as well have kale.
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I always thought I was one of those people who said – I’ll eat anything as long as it’s covered in chocolate.
Turns out I was wrong.
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Remember those $50 blueberry bushes we bought at the nursery?
Turns out they had the same ones at the grocery store for $25.
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The husband couldn’t resist.
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There are days when I prefer to soak myself in alcohol, but apples and watermelons work too.
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I passed on the meatloaf mountain. Bread and potatoes? That’s a bit much.
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Here’s the Junior chuck, just chillin’ on the deck landing.
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Probably still full from all those flowers he devoured.
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Mr. Fox brought his significant other last night for a nosh.
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See the stalks by the fox on the left? Husband found some wild asparagus in the field and thought the woodchucks would eat it. Sadly, they prefer my flowers and didn’t touch it.
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We love our foxes.
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They’re such graceful, beautiful creatures.
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If only they’d develop a taste for red squirrel.
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Surely they have hungry pups who need a snack.
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Remember the perennials I bought for the stone bordered garden bed out back?
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There was a big beautiful purple and white lupine ready to go.
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They’re iconic in Maine and I’ve always loved them.
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But apparently so did the woodchucks.
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Goodbye bloom.
Goodbye leaves.
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This is what’s left of the lupine and what used to be a lovely pink phlox.
Grrr….
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