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.
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.
Subaru offers this cute little thing to people who purchase their vehicles. They’re called badges of ownership and they’re free.
You buy a car, you go to their site, punch in your VIN # as proof and choose. I did this when I bought Ethel, she was my first. So now that I have Pearl, she needed some badges as well.
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The website says you can order as many as you like, but in actuality I was limited to 6. Since one of them was the medallion that identifies how many Subarus you’ve owned.. I felt gypped.
Enter eBay, where I figured someone must be selling a few.
Remember, they’re free… so I figured I could pick up 3 or 4 more for a couple of bucks.
And yes, they had them… even the wine and cheese badge I especially wanted.
I was doing some paperwork at my desk the other day so of course His Lordship had to join me. After booting him off the desk three times he decided to jump on the printer and cause trouble.
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He’s good at that, but looks oh so innocent.
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Needless to say everything up there was knocked to the floor before long.
It’s been an unusually wet summer and while this time of year usually finds our lawn dry and crunchy, the grass is verdant green.
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Which shows off the rainbows to perfection.
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I don’t care if it tastes good, the can alone would make me try it.
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I could never make decent shadow figures when I was young, but I found this recently and wanted to share. The spider looks like a scorpion and the puppy resembles a hippo but they’re still better than I ever managed.
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Mr. Hawk is back and has discovered a power line perch.
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Whether that’s a very brave or very stupid dove has yet to be determined.