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The long awaited visit. Day 1…

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A little history is required to fully enjoy my next series of posts.

When we lived in NC we had a neighbor. She was a single mother with two children and her daughter D. stole our hearts from day one. She was a happy little munchkin we enjoyed spending time with but when D’s baby brother stopped breathing at the babysitter’s and suffered irreparable brain damage, her life changed forever. We stepped in and helped wherever we could, taking her under wing and making sure she still enjoyed the part of her childhood untouched by tragedy. She became the child we never had… the daughter of our hearts, and we love her still.

Fast forward to present day… that young girl is 39 and married with a child of her own. We brought D to Maine with us a few times when she was young and the week after Labor Day 2024 life came full circle when she brought her family to visit the legendary land of lobster.

Meet G.

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And the lobster I gave her at the airport upon arrival, Larry.

G. is a little peanut and the granddaughter of our hearts.

The family stayed at what looked to be a cute little AirBnB on a lake.

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The view was lovely.

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But the house itself was weirdly laid out.

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No living room, a weird staircase and camp like accommodations downstairs.

Though it did come preloaded with a can of beans.

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Welcome to Maine!

Feel free to toot..

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As they’d be spending most of their time with us it wasn’t a big deal, but a tad disappointing all the same.

The first afternoon was spent settling them in, stocking the weird house with groceries and then back to our place for a home cooked lasagna dinner and happy hour in the man cave/Barn Mahal which they all fell in love with.

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Me?

I was so happy to have them here I reveled in the moment and only took one picture.

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Do you moo?

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Being that I’m the annoying person in the car who has to announce, “Cow!” every time one is spotted during a road trip…. it amuses me that some Subaru owners have taken my quirky habit one step further.

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Yes, this really is a thing.

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Having owned Subarus since late 2013, I’m feeling terribly neglected and un -moo’d.

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No one has ever left cow themed paraphernalia on my vehicles.

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But I really wish they would.

So tell me…

Do you moo?

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News you can’t use.

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No one can use it, and yet it keeps coming.

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That sounds about right for the U.S. Postal Service these days.

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The only thing that could make a mummy scream like that is discovering she’s pregnant with Elon Musk’s 13th child.

I feel for you sister, I really do.

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Probably because he already has 3.

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I like tequila as much as the next girl but I’m getting extremely tired of celebrity booze brands and their stupid ads.

No one needs grass clippings up their…

Oh, never mind.

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Substitute 4 year old child with 77 year old retired Marine and you’d be living my life. If there’s a sign that says don’t touch, he touches. If it says do not enter, he enters. Clearly he thinks the rules apply to everyone but him.

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Destructive, but oh… so cool!

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I have a pretty pink hanging geranium on our back deck.

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I love it, but apparently I’m not the only one.

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Something has been eating the leaves and I finally found the culprit.

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He’s tiny, but is really doing a number to my plant.

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Bizarre, yet beautiful.

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I’m fascinated by these freaky things.

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After a little research… I discovered he’s much prettier in caterpillar form.

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You have to love a festival devoted to cheese…

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On a beautiful afternoon in Maine there’s nothing I’d rather do than be surrounded by cheese.

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So we headed north to Pittsfield to attend the annual cheese festival.

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Upon entry… and paying the ridiculous fee of $27 per person…we each received a map and a bag.

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The bag was a clever idea. It was insulated and contained a freezer pack, a cold bottle of water and free cheese.

Let the shopping begin!

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And the tasting.

It’s all about the tasting…

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I’m not sure we sampled $54 worth, the pieces were small…. but there were some fantastic varieties.

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Cow!

Or rather, calf.

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This stall was by far the most popular. Every time we walked by the line was insane.

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My husband is not a fan of standing in line.

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After making our way through the cheese, I spotted a beer garden. Upon entry we were carded, given wrist bands to prove we were over 21 and I paid the ridiculous price of $14 for a few tickets.

I say ridiculous because the sample pour cups were like shot glasses.

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That’s $3.50 worth of blueberry ale right there.

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The cups were so small you can hardly see my husbands.

Boo to that.

And btw? The beer garden contained one brewer who had two beers. The rest was hard cider and wine. Talk about false advertising.

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The setting was pretty, right alongside a river.

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And since we had tried everything else, we decided to brave the line for the Fuzzy Udder before we left.

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15 minutes and we’d moved less than an inch.

Needless to say we gave up and called it a day.

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The cheesy goodness that came home with us.

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Geesh. Give a girl a heart attack why don’t you….

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The new MySubaru app on my phone gave me a start the other day. I clicked just to see what it would say and saw my brand new car was having issues.

Whaaaat!

I’d barely driven it 100 miles, that couldn’t be possible.

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Five issues? Red doors?

WTH?

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Good grief.

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The doors were unlocked. Which they’ll always be when she’s safely tucked away in our garage.

Sometimes there’s such a thing as too much technology.

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Let’s play.

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Because you’re already here. What else is there to do….

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My twenties were awesome.

My thirties rocked.

My forties were blissfully happy.

Things started to go downhill physically in my fifties when I went from a perfectly healthy woman who had never been in the hospital (and still had all her original parts, including tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth) to a menopausal shell of my former self, drenched in hot flash sweat with achy joints, a bum knee, 35 extra pounds and bunions.

So yeah.

Any age before 50 is alright with me.

How about you?

What age do you want to stay…

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