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A few random shots of Kennebunk and Kennebunkport, Maine… because we were driving through there recently and it’s pretty.
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The Bush compound, summer retreat of the President’s family.
Not my photo as the husband drove by too fast for me to snap one this time.
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When I see cows in a field as we’re driving in the country? I’m compelled to announce it.
“Cow!”
But when I’m walking around the Fryeburg fair surrounded by bodacious bovines?
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I just sigh with adoration.
My husband was raised on a dairy farm and the man knows cows. Which is why I think it’s cruel he won’t let me have one.. or ten. Of course I don’t want to muck out stalls or water them when it’s 10 below, which could be a deciding factor in his refusal.
So I get my cow fix when we go to fairs. I love the Belted Galloways which we always call Oreo cows.
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The one in the middle is clearly a double stuff.
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And look, there’s a vanilla cream.
While I was adoring?
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The husband was talking.
And talking.
And talking.
About cows.
And after 20 minutes, about politics. Which is odd because I don’t think cows vote.
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Did you know a cow isn’t technically a cow until she has a calf?
Now you do.
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Can I get an awwww?
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Scottish Highlands are so fuzzy I just want to curl up with a few and stroke them for hours.
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This little beauty was only three days old! Momma delivered at the fair.
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There’s the husband, talking cows again.
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Did you know your veal parmigiana is almost always male?
Now you do.
And because no fair visit is complete without a beauty pageant.
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Cow!
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Forget where’s the beef….
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This map clearly asks where’s the cacio e pepe?
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Way to go New Hampshire.
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I’ve been to northwestern Maine and can vouch for this.
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We bypassed Paris on my one and only trip to France and did Provence and the Côte d’Azur instead. Never regretted it.
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My husband and I paid $6 for the license and tipped the Justice of the Peace $30.
41 years later… believe me when I tell you it’s not about what you spend.
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This makes no sense whatsoever.
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To be honest we never used to. Most Mainers didn’t. But now, we do… and that’s sad.
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It’s no secret my favorite part of a fair is the animals.
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The llama barn only had 3 occupants this year.
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And this one was too cranky to pet.
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But there were lots of chickens.
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And lots of blue ribbons.
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The silkies look like they’re covered in fur not feathers.
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There were some very impressive birds.
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Though this one looked a little pissed at missing first place.
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Next up, the big boys.
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And a very sweet little guy with his mom.
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Look at that face!
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Because it’s Monday, and that’s how we start the week around here.
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Proof there’s a little sunshine behind every dark cloud.
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Adult camp?
Hell no. I hated it as a kid and I was way more sociable then.
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Talk about an embarrassing 911 call.
Geesh.
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Oh my god, no.
My husband and I visited a nude beach in France years ago (both wearing bathing suits thank you very much) and believe me when I say it wasn’t pretty. We saw more naked grandmas and grandpas than anyone should ever see. A cruise ship of naked all you can eat buffet loving passengers? That’s the voyage of the damned right there.
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Can you guess who it is?
Answer in comments…
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I take it back, this was the most embarrassing 911 call ever.
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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that man is single.
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Heading out to the 175th Fryeburg Fair, a selfie.
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This is the oldest (175 years) and the biggest fair in Maine. How big, you ask?
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This big.
And after a late start due to my husband playing cribbage at breakfast with friends, we arrived two hours later than planned.
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On the way to parking the car? RV heaven.
Or hell as far as I’m concerned. Densely packed on flat dirt as far as the eye can see, I can’t imagine spending a week like that, but people come from all over New England and look forward to it every year.
To each their own.
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Many people go to the fair for the rides and carnival atmosphere … we’re not those people.
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We started with the race horses.
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Beautiful creatures who enjoy an occasional scratch.
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This poor fellow was trying to take a nap.
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While this one looked ready to munch a mum.
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Food trucks and vendors were everywhere but my husband hates eating lunch standing up and ducked into the one little restaurant they have on site instead.
Big mistake.
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It’s a bare bones place with a limited menu. They didn’t even have ice for our drinks. Warm Pepsi anyone?
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Husband had a watery bowl of stew with a biscuit you could use for a boat anchor while I had a dry turkey salad roll the waitress mistakenly charged me $1 for instead of the $11 it cost. A dollar was really all it was worth, but the cashier caught the error and we moved on.
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To the draft horses.
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Who were finishing the pulling show the husband usually likes to watch.
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These horses are gentle giants and I hate to see them straining …
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So I wasn’t disappointed we’d missed most of it.
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This beauty stood almost 19 hands.
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And the husband spent more than 19 minutes talking to this owner while I wandered around.
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Out back, these fellows were getting a bath.
Percherons, Belgians, and Haflingers. They never fail to impress.
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We drove west to Fryeburg the other day for the last fair of the agricultural season.
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It’s always a gorgeous drive this time of year…
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But due to the ongoing lack of rain and drought conditions the leaves weren’t nearly as bright.
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Patches of color, yes.
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But the trees have been stressed this year.
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They started turning early and in much more muted shades.
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Disappointing.
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But still scenic.
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It won’t hurt your brain.
I promise.
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As much as I enjoy my craft cocktails and beer, if I could only drink one thing it would have to be fresh brewed unsweetened iced tea with a wedge of lemon.
I don’t drink coffee, so tea is my mainstay pick me up. Lower in caffeine and full of healthy antioxidants, I love it and drink it every day regardless of the weather.
How about you?
One beverage, forever.
Go!
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I went to the doctor recently.
Nothing worrisome, just my annual physical. I’m ridiculously healthy for my age and though I have a bad knee, bunions and the normal aches and pains associated with reaching my sixth decade… there were thankfully no major issues to discuss.
I don’t have diabetes, or high cholesterol or any other ailments that require medication so my annual wellness check is usually a quick in and out with a stamp of good health.
We have excellent insurance due to my husband’s military service and my visit is always completely covered.
Free.
Until the other day when I received this bill.
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It showed a $25 balance and while that certainly wasn’t a problem…. it was different, and made me wonder what had changed.
Not being able to decipher the coded language on the bill, I did some research.
Turns out I’m too healthy.
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I’m being penalized because I’m healthy?
The doctor didn’t have to make any medical decisions.
So they charge me more?
What the utter hell is that about!
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Our night time visitors include deer, fox, opossums, skunks and raccoons. I put out a bowl of water and critter specific food but they all nibble the bird seed that spills on the ground.
All of them except this fellow.
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Who prefers his straight from the source.
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You wouldn’t think his chunky little butt could shimmy up that pole, but he climbs it with ease.
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https://youtu.be/FL8DFR3lok4?feature=shared
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Of course coming down isn’t quite as smooth.
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Pardon the photo quality, I was taking pics through the window and the kitchen light was throwing reflections.
And why isn’t WP letting me embed videos anymore? That’s annoying.
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