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Ridiculous headlines to follow. You know the drill..
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Ever since The Last of Us series on HBO everyone is obsessed with fungus. If it can eat my house? I’m not sure I want to know any further details.
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Worst. Mental. Image. Ever.
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Finally, a little justice in the world.
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It seems everyone is on board with ChatGPT.
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It lacks a soul… now.
Hang in there pastor. They’re working on it.
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Our snow is gone and we’re beginning to see some green grass.
We’re also seeing a nightly herd of 10 who never get together for a group portrait.
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Young, old and the same harem master buck.
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They’re all kicking up their heels because spring is out there… somewhere.
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❤️
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Next to one of my husband’s favorite summertime flea markets there was an old farmhouse.
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Which was turned into a family restaurant…
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Which went downhill over the years and became a rough and tumble biker bar called the Montsweag Roadhouse.
Now? It’s undergone another transformation and has become the Montsweag Farmhouse restaurant.
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Its a nice place to stop for a drink when you’re cruising up (or down as the case may be) Route 1.
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We’ve had quite a few meals here but never know what to expect. Sometimes it’s good, other times not. On this particular day I started with an interesting cocktail.
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The apple barn spritz.
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For lunch? An anemic Caesar salad for me and a horrible bowl of French Onion soup the husband ending up sending back.
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He switched to the mussels which he didn’t really enjoy either.
Bean sprouts on mussels? Just.. no.
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I moved on to a very tart cranberry margarita…
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And the vegetable risotto with sautéed garlic greens which was divine.
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Rich, creamy and very flavorful.
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The husband ended with a really nice blueberry crumble for dessert… and the fact that I tried to cut through the ramekin thinking it was a crust speaks to how potent my drinks were.
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In case you’re wondering where the word Montsweag originated.
It’s Maine. We have lots of Native American names.
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Though I’m not a big tv person, I do love a good original series and am currently watching a slew of them on HBO, Starz and Showtime at night.
But when my husband is knee deep in old westerns and my eyes are starting to cross from reading too much during the day… I pull out my screen magnifier and stream Apple TV on my phone. ( because our internet service is too slow to stream from the tv without that annoying buffering )
I’m thrilled that Ted Lasso is back!
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But oy! Completely heartbroken this will be the final season.
I’ve seen The Morning Show (loved it) and The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey ( liked it) , and just started Shrinking (which is touching and a hoot at the same time).
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So if there any Apple TV people out there, what other shows do you recommend?
Should I try Severance ?
I’ve heard good things.
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One minute you’re happily sitting in the living room reading a book.
The next?
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Your cat jumps up on the footstool and decides to put on a show. When you ask him if that’s really necessary?
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He says yes.
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But thankfully moves from his privates to his feet.
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Cats.
There’s never a dull moment.
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The day after my husband’s birthday, when his dental pain and swelling was greatly reduced, we celebrated his birthday at a lovely waterfront restaurant on the mid coast.
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Did we enjoy a nice table with a water view?
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No. We sat at the bar because my husband loves nothing more than striking up a conversation with random people he neither knows nor will ever see again.
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It wouldn’t have been my choice, but it is closer to the alcohol so I don’t complain too loudly.
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First cocktail? Summer Thyme… which is still a long way off in Maine, but delightfully crisp all the same.
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Husbands appetizer? Butternut squash soup.
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I went with the herbed truffle fries with Parmesan thinking it would be a small nibble and not the massive plate I was served. Needless to say three quarters of it went home with me. Second cocktail was a lovely Basil Limeade.
By this time the restaurant was packed and the kitchen was slammed. Waiting for our entrees meant cocktail number three. I chose the white sangria but was disappointed with the mixed on the spot over fruited glass of wine. Sangria must be mixed and let to sit so it absorbs all the flavors. Boo to number three.
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My chosen meal was the duck sausage with mushroom, homemade ziti and Marsala crème sauce. It was fabulous. As was the pear martini.
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Husband went with the shrimp scampi which was also wonderful with freshly made pasta and a rich garlicky sauce.
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In case you’re wondering, the name of the restaurant is the Water Street Kitchen and Bar and it’s located in what is commonly known as the prettiest village in Maine… Wiscasset.
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We’ve been coming here for years, though it’s previous incarnation was Le Garage. Because back in the early 1900’s? It really was an automotive repair shop, hence the original sliding doors.
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As seen from the water side.
If you’re in the area, drop by. But make a reservation if you want a table, it’s a popular place.
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You look forward to these all week.
Admit it.
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For me? It’s always been arrogance.
That strutting peacock who never shuts up and thinks every word that falls from his/her lips is pure gold.
The one who’s always right.
The one who never stops talking because he/she loves the sound of their own voice.
They’re condescending, full of themselves, overbearing, self righteous and always have to be the center of attention.
I have little tolerance for these pontificating braggarts and avoid them like the plague.
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How about you?…
What do you find instantly unattractive?
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The husband’s birthday was this month and we’d made reservations at a lovely waterfront bistro. But like all well laid plans, an extra long and painful afternoon appointment with the dentist blew them out of the water.
Getting home 2 hours later than scheduled and being shot so full of Novocain he could barely close his mouth, made us cancel the reservations and slip into what turned out to be a sub par local Chinese buffet instead.
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I had to laugh though.
The food might not have great, but there was someone’s leftover happy birthday streamer on the ceiling.
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🤣
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Is it better for the cat?
And if so, why….
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Lists. They’re everywhere these days. The top ten diners in your state. The top ten smells in the world. The top ten things people should have learned in school but didn’t. The top ten best Friday night funkin mods. (Yes, they’re all real lists, though I have no idea what the last one even means)
Who makes them, and who really cares? This particular idiot list said Portland Maine had some of the best beaches and guess what? It actually doesn’t have any.
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There may be drawbacks to living in the country…slow internet speed, long rides to the grocery stores and lack of pizza delivery… but when you wake up to mornings like this?
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The inconveniences tend to fade away.
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No need to turn on the television.
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Mother Nature puts on a much better show.
❤️
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Long time readers will know I have a fondness for wombats.
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They’re cute…
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Cuddly…
And they poop squares cubes.
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What’s not to love?
But today I read an article that makes me view them in a whole new light.
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Ancient giant wombats?
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I’m in!
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For your viewing pleasure…
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River's world..... 