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Flowers.
That’s what you get for the outrageously high property tax bills the town of Kennebunk sends out twice a year.
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But what lovely flowers they are.
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Every free space in the village is filled with them.
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It’s impressive and quite beautiful.
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Is it any wonder President Bush’s family has their summer home in Kennebunkport?
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It started out innocently enough. We needed to replace my husband’s keg in the man cave and the store where we bought the first one was out.
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So we went straight to the source, Allagash brewery in Portland… where we discovered they wouldn’t accept their keg and return our deposit because we hadn’t purchased it there. They also wanted $100 deposit on a new keg and since the brewery is an hour away, we said to hell with it and just settled down to drink.
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At 11:00 in the morning. Don’t judge.
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Since Covid, they’ve built a large outdoor pavilion…. and we happily sampled some drafts.
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A good time was had…
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As were beer cheese dip and pretzels.
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This Belgian dubbel called Foliage Report was especially tasty.
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As we drank, a giant black limo pulled up and discharged a group of similarly dressed young men. I’m guessing it was a brewery hopping bachelor party (Maine has the largest number of craft breweries in the country. Is it any wonder I live here?) and thought that was a great idea.
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On our way out we had to hit the brew store…
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And purchased 2 four packs of that fabulous seasonal dubbel. 2 four packs? $24.
Yikes!
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And since the day was young…..
To be continued.
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There’s nothing I like more than having friends over for dinner and drinks and games.
That hasn’t happened for quite some time, because, ya know…. global plague. But it hasn’t stopped me from finding fun things in anticipation of normalcy’s return.
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House of Carbs?
It’s like they know me already.
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Nine drunk bitches?
Damn, I need to check for hidden cameras.
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Fifty shades of gravy?
That describes my Covid lockdown protocol to a T.
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I’m going to post a collection of photos today. I took them this weekend as we were driving the Kancamagus in New Hampshire.
The Kanc is a 36 mile swath of highway cut right through the White Mountains… and this time of year? It’s beyond stunning.
The pictures speak for themselves, so I’ll be quiet and let you enjoy the splendor that is autumn in New England.
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A side note – We weren’t the only ones enjoying peak foliage season that day. And in all my years of peeping leaves in this area? I’ve never seen so many people line the roads to gawk. At times traffic was at a dead stop.
All Hail Mother Nature!
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And now, experience it in real time.
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To be continued..
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We haven’t seen a woodchuck for weeks now.
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And while my flower gardens are sighing in relief…
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I have to admit I miss the fat little buggers.
( note – spellcheck always changes buggers to nuggets… and is that really better? )
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It’s ironic that now the ground is littered with apples from our trees, the apple munchers have left the building.
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This is the fourth year in a row we’ve had a woodchuck family move in.
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So I guess we’ll say so long chuckers.
( which spellcheck changes to chiclets every damn time )
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See you next year.
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While I’ve been known to enjoy some oddly flavored beer …
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That’s a hearty no from me. Pretzels belong in a bowl on the bar… to make you thirsty for more beer… not in the bottle you’re drinking. Blech!
For the first time in over a year, I lost a game of Scrabble to my husband. But in my defense?
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Even Noah Webster would have a hard time with those letters.
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We had a nice rain storm pass through recently so the husband and I took to the barn porch with adult beverages. He was interested to see if his leaky gutter repair worked ( it did ) and if his strategically placed rock ( which I told him was too small ) would protect the lawn from a rain induced pothole. ( it partially did )
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And in case you’re wanting a piece of jewelry to commemorate the shit show of the last year?
I have just the thing.
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You’re welcome.
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Fall.
Autumn in New England.
Cooler temps, brightly colored leaves, pumpkins and yes…
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An abundance of apples from our trees which means….
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It’s time to bake.
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Apple fritter bread.
So damned good.
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Because I’m wondering if we’ll ever be done with this nightmare.
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Brilliant idea.
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I hate when that happens.
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Finally!
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And please, no pictures.
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Technically not Covid humor, but hey… if the shoe fits.
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I’m going to bore you with more autumn photos.
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Because even walking around the backyard is lovely during this season.
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Blueberry bushes aren’t very attractive most of the year, but the red is pretty striking now.
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And you’ll be happy to know the un-manning of the man cave porch continues… with 5 chrysanthemums and two pumpkins complementing the wreath.
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Apples?
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Our trees are bursting with more than we can use. But why are the best ones always so damned high up?
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Good grief, no. Not that.
I’m talking about this time of the month:
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The oh shit, hasn’t that gift subscription expired yet time of the month.
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And as usual, the articles are of the highest journalistic integrity.
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Doesn’t seem like such a glamorous job now does it.
The latest trend in eye makeup is now on my things I never need to try because they’re stupid list.
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And because it’s apparently mandatory in every issue..
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Sex.
And while I’m decidedly pro sex, I think these helpful hints leave a lot to be desired.
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I can pretty much guarantee I want to wank your knob are six words that will never be uttered in our bedroom.
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No.
Mr. Cuddles will never be put in a compromising position. Especially that one.
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That’s just wrong.
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