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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.
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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.
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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.
Snow.
It’s not for everyone.
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As a rule I’m not a breakfast person. A glass of tea and a berry banana protein smoothie works for me most days. But after an early morning appointment the other day my othet half was craving eggs Benedict so we searched for a restaurant.
When a little family run place in the middle of nowhere called the Countryside Diner presents itself, you can’t say no.
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I have to say I was surprised at the burgundy and gold whore house color scheme. It totally clashed with their logo.
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But I’d read good reviews so we plunged into the breakfast menu – where all the combos came with beans. You know you’re in Maine when.
Not being a baked bean lover, especially at 9:00 am I chose two small sides… biscuit and sausage gravy with home fries.
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The husband’s Benny was rich and tasty but correct me if I’m wrong, breakfast shouldn’t be grey… right? My meal tasted as good as it looked, which is to say horrible.
When we lived down south I acquired a mild biscuits and gravy addiction. When made properly? It’s the nectar of the gods. Sadly up here in bean country they can’t make it to save their lives… but hope springs eternal and I order it when I see it, usually to my disappointment.
And before you say why don’t you make your own at home… the husband hates it. Ever tried to make biscuits and gravy for one? Not possible.
The search continues.
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As I mentioned a few days ago, I love tea. Almost every kind… except green.
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Aside from the fact it tastes like hot swamp water, green tea is weak. And I like my tea like I like my men. Bold and strong. I don’t drink ( or date) dishwater.
My cupboard is full of boxes, canisters and envelopes of marvelous varieties with flavors to satisfy anyone… except my husband who suddenly decided he wanted to drink green tea.
Dutiful wife that I am … yes, I typed that with a straight face… I purchased a few types for him to try.
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The one on the left is plain green, which to me is so tasteless I wonder why people bother. After sampling the others, blueberry and honey ginseng , he picked the dishwater. Probably just to spite me.
And while I had little interest, I opened the Harney and Sons blueberry green tea tin just because.
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Oh. My. God!
The robust scent of fruit that wafted out of the container was amazing. Rich, lovely and I hate to say it… but better than pie.
Made with pieces of real blueberries, I had to immediately steep a cup and let me tell you it didn’t disappoint.
This is the least ‘green’ green tea I’ve ever had and it’s fabulous!
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One of our visiting bucks has been looking a little lopsided lately.
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And while losing antlers is a normal annual occurrence for these big guys…
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This fellow has lost one side completely…
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And all but one small branch on the other.
Weird.
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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.
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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…
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The beer and alcohol live there.
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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.
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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.
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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.
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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.
It’s not hard to see which places.
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You can’t use it, but it might make you smile.
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Men. You really are all the same..
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Since the average age of pickleballers is 55 and up? I’m guessing this is not something to be celebrated.
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I have to admit those are two body parts I never thought had anything in common.
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How utterly bizarre.
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Disappointing, I know.
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Yesterday? A 20 hour snow storm .
Today? We dig out.
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The first path is to rehang the bird feeders so our fine feathered friends can have a nosh.
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Then a bit of shoveling in front of the garage so the husband can access the snow blower.
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A quick 11 inch measurement…
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And then it’s time to blow.
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Two neighbors offered to plow our driveway but the husband is persnickety when it comes to clearing and prefers to do it himself.
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If you’ve ever lived in northern climates you know the end of the driveway after the plow goes by is always the worst.
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This was a pretty snowfall. Light enough to move easily but damp enough to coat the trees.
I love winter!
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But there are perils to the arithmetic when you have three vehicles and a two bay garage.
There’s a car under there…. somewhere.
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My husband loves free.
Whether it’s buy one get one free or finding free on the side of the road… if it’s free, he has a hard time passing up the deal.
Until now when I saw this on our town’s Facebook page.
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A 250 lb boar with the zoomies?
Come on. That’s the free deal of the century.
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I am one seriously happy camper.
Bring a voracious reader, I can fly through a book in a day though it usually takes me as long as two. Three if it’s summer and I have to mow the lawn.
This habit can get expensive so while I’m sure I’ve bought Jeff Bezos a new yacht or two over the years …. I do like to shop Goodwill, thrift stores and yard sales for my reading material. And when our little local library has its annual cull? I’m smiling ear to ear.
So last week… when I discovered the library now has a small store that will be open two days a week selling $2 books from it’s shelves as well as private donations?
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I was positively orgasmic.
Dying to check it out, I dragged the husband in there on our way home from lunch the other day and only made it through one shelf before he was crying uncle.
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18 books later?
I can’t wait to go back.
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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.
Even when it starts to snow.
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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.
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But then? He had second thoughts.
Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.
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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?
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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.
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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.
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