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A few chuckles and a tear.

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Just a couple of things that made me smile.

Like this picture of a receipt from our local pub one of the bartenders posted .

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I’m afraid to ask what she did to deserve that kind of tip….. but kudos to her all the same.

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Cats.

Proof positive you can nap anywhere.

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I know what to do.

Run!

😳

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No doubt about what they sell here.

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This photo popped up in my Facebook memories the other day and made me cry.

Our beautiful boy Huffington. A stray who wandered in, stole our hearts and was tragically run over by a car two years later. As a pet lover you always hate to say you have a favorite, but this guy was special.

And to be honest? He got more use out of that exercise bicycle than we did.

😉

Eerie skies…

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We’ve had some seriously weird clouds recently so you know I had to stand out in the middle of the backyard and photograph them.

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The pictures don’t really do justice to how strange they were …

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But it will give you an idea.

The next day? I saw this..

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Their photo is much more dramatic, but we’re a good 75 miles from Gorham so the effect was probably lessened at Casa River.

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Still beautiful though.

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🙂

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Be careful what you wish for….

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As I mentioned a while back, my husband purchased a new weed whacker. He’s always had great big gas powered things, but with the ethanol additives in fuel and our cold winters it seems they’re always breaking down and dying.

This time around he went battery operated because he bought this brand’s battery hedge trimmer last year and loved it.

Naturally, he put it together in the living room… because that’s what one does.

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Excited to try his new toy, upon completion he took it outside and starting whacking the first thing he saw… grass along the edge of our garage.

You know, the section you see immediately upon exiting our kitchen door.

Apparently my spouse did not realize the power of his new tool because…

This happened.

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Yup.

He weed whacked a nice long strip of the vinyl siding.

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Ain’t that just ducky?

😩

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You just never know.

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My husband came home from breakfast with the boys last week to this.

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A lovely old home up the road from us fully engulfed in flames.

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Turns out the RV parked next to the house caught fire when the owner went out to start it. They were just getting ready for a trip to Florida and bam!

Their world exploded.

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The next day?

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Everything, a total loss.

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I can’t even imagine. Thankfully everyone got out safely, even the dog. And I know they’re just things.

But still.

😰

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Whatever happened to aging gracefully?

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I’m 59 years old and most definitely not as toned and tight as I once was. My hair is greying, my knee is shot… I have bunions FFS! But aging is a part of life and reflects who I am now, not the silly 20 year old I see in pictures and hardly recognize.

Much as I’d love to hook up a Hoover to my thighs and suction off a few doughnuts, I won’t. I also won’t be nipping and tucking anything on my face like these ladies… who in my opinion would’ve been better off with a few wrinkles.

Remember Melanie Griffith?

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Working Girl? Milk Money?

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Damn!

Remember perky little Meg Ryan? America’s sweetheart from When Harry Met Sally and You’ve Got Mail?

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What’s with the lips? Why do they think bigger will make them look younger.

And then there’s Renee Zellwegger from Bridget Jones Diary.

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She doesn’t even look like the same person and yet she swears she hasn’t had any work done. Her reason for the transformation? She’s happy.

Well so am, I but I still look like myself.

And finally there’s Madonna, to whom I can only say…

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WTF?

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This is truly frightening.

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Let’s play.

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What have you got to lose, except time.

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I’d say an 8 track player or the dimmer switch on the floor but let’s go with this one.. as seen in my husband’s truck.

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It’s one of my spouse’s favorite features and I swear he keeps buying old trucks because the new ones don’t have it.

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It’s that triangular corner window that acts like a directional air conditioner… at least in Maine where the air is usually cool.

He seriously loves these things and if you’ve ever ridden in an older truck you know they can force some serious air.

How about you…

What’s unrecognizable in your old vehicle?

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Are you a weeper?

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I’m a bit of a sap.

A poignant commercial, a sad movie, a song that reminds me of my father? All of them are apt to cause tears.

But when it comes to animals… and particularly the love for lost pets?

My eye faucet is wide open.

So it’s not surprising I completely choked up when I saw this sweet cartoon on Facebook the other day.

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I hope so.

I really, really do.

❤️

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What more curd you ask?

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The husband and I have been on the road a lot lately, shuffling from nursing home to hospice and back again. This means a decided lack of cooking at Casa River and numerous meals have been eaten out. While I enjoy my favorite haunts and their prodigious cocktail mixing, sometimes you just have to suck it up and go full on diner.

We’ve hit a few good ones, a few bad ones and a few that offered up some extremely odd selections.

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Yes, I live in Maine. Yes, it’s close to Canada.

But no, I have never embraced the regional favorite known as poutine. As for a hunk of barbecue bologna may I just say…

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I don’t care what you cover them in… no.

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Leave my burger alone poutine!

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Thankfully diner desserts are usually more appealing.

Take this lemon blueberry cake with fresh blueberry lavender compote. It was so huge and rich I took it home and ate it for 3 straight days.

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Miscellaneous nonsense.

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As always we begin with Lord Dudley Mountcatten… ever chill, always relaxed.

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Up next… an abomination.

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Not being a dirty martini fan, I can find no plausible reason for this horrible vodka to exist.

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Woodchuck sightings are daily now.

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And the chucker holes my husband filled in have been excavated once more.

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Somehow I doubt that dog was cheering.

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They’re dying to get in.

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I do like an interesting bar…

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Any of my Florida friends ever have a drinkie poo here?

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Weird, yes. But I think I’d have a hard time partying under a hanging tree.

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Twigs and leaves aren’t the only things it sprouts…

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To be clear this is not one of my favorite decorating themes. I have enough trouble with bras in every day life, I really don’t need to drink under a ceiling of them.

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Wow.

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The oldest bar in Florida definitely has history.

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Damn.

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I’ve had drinks with my share of dead beats, but this takes dead to a whole new level.

Weirdest. Bar. Ever.

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