Neither can be avoided, though I’ve done a good job dodging the first so far. Unfortunately the latter keeps clawing its way into my checkbook like the greedy bastard it is.
Last year our property taxes went up $1,200. This year? Another $1,400. WTH!
I live in a small rural town that has no police force, or ambulance, a completely volunteer fire department and a consolidated school system that shares costs with 3 other towns.
WTH are we paying for?
Our home is a comfortable 2,000 square feet with a little over 3 acres. But we don’t have a pool, a guest house or a professional chef’s kitchen.. so what gives?
I know everything goes up, but $2,600 in two years seems a bit extreme. And the worst part? The assessor hasn’t reached our area yet and doesn’t know the barn is now a fully insulated and heated man cave.
To be honest I think it was misnamed. Not only was it small, but the barkeeper was more interested in talking with his friends than introducing new customers to his beer. We muddled along on our own, ordered and picked up our own flight…
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And were quite underwhelmed. The only brew that any flavor? Burned your throat too much to drink.
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With this many breweries in our state… we won’t be returning to the ambitionless Ambition.
Tasting complete, we headed across the street to a favorite restaurant.
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Housed in an old shoe factory with an original boiler door that fascinates my husband..
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Calzolaio Pasta Co. never disappoints.
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An apple cider mule with a garlic, chicken, broccoli Alfredo pizza on fresh basil dough for me.
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And a fabulous ravioli special for the husband.
Sautéed shallots & local Macintosh apples finished with baby spinach in a sherry & sage cream sauce over butternut squash & pumpkin filled ravioli.
If I take a global view of life on planet earth this year? There’s a lot to complain about. But looking closer to home … there’s much to be thankful for.
The simple things.
A roof over my head, a cat on my lap, food on my plate and the love of my life to share them with.
Today…
I choose to focus on that.
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As well as the truly yummy Autumn Sangria I make every year to accompany the turkey.
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I’m thankful for that too.
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And yes, I’m also thankful for all of you. The loyal readers and blog friends who continue to make me smile.
Here’s hoping you have a wonderful day full of things to be thankful for.
A visit to the Salvation Army thrift store is always interesting. You never know what you’ll find.
This furniture set had me scratching my head…
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Rocking dining chairs?
That would make eating spaghetti a hazardous experience.
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Harbinger of doom?
Considering the election results, I’d say he’s a little late.
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We still have one tree with turning leaves.
Just one, everything else is bare.
Our Bradford Pear is always the final holdout of the season and never wants to let go.
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Nature is a beautiful thing.
The husband took me to one of our favorite high end artsy fartsy stores the other day because he likes to gauge my reaction to possible birthday and Christmas gifts. Usually jewelry, sometimes lamps or sculpture.
This time?
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It was benches.
Made from ax handles and pitchforks.
Whaaaaat?
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He was totally enamored.
But for a few thousand dollars each I made sure he knew it was a giant no for me.