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39 and counting.

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The husband and I recently celebrated our 39th wedding anniversary and to be honest, at this point it’s hard to remember a time when we weren’t married. Although looking back at the first ever picture of us together… you know, during those 6 long days of dating before we wed …

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It’s even harder to remember being that young.

Our 39th started out with the delivery of a giant basket of flowers and the exchange of cards.

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We planned to spend the day doing something fun and end with a nice meal. Unfortunately it was the beginning of the week and thanks to post Covid understaffing and the slow winter season in Maine, everywhere I wanted to go was closed. After wasting a few hours driving along the coast….

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We opted for lunch at the Dockside Grill.

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Planning on a larger meal for dinner, we chose light fare. Chicken Caesar salad for me, French onion soup for the spouse.

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One cocktail for me, one beer for the spouse… with tip? $86. For soup and salad! This is getting ridiculous.

By then it was early afternoon and we were still searching for something fun to do… so we sat with our phones Googling like mad. I opted for a museum, but the ones we haven’t already visited were hours away. I did find a quirky cabinet of curiosities worth seeing, but after reading there was no heat in the building? My desire to go quickly waned.

Fun be damned, we ended up antiquing instead. At least the husband was happy.

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I saw these clever mussel shell Christmas trees on sale and thought about getting one, but they were so delicate I didn’t see it traveling or storing well.

As usual, there were some unexplainable items for sale. Most notably, this…

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Made entirely of glass, I can’t imagine anyone wanting that gracing their coffee table.

After a few antique stores, we were back on Google checking our favorite special occasion dinner spots. Par for the course? Every single one of them was closed. By then I was thoroughly disgusted and ready to go home and make a sandwich but the husband wanted another piece of fabulous cheesecake so we ended the day at the same restaurant where I was served crab balls instead of cakes a while back.

I won’t bore you with food photos but the mussels were good and made more interesting by being served with polenta frittes.

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Crispy on the outside, creamy on the inside. Dipped in the white wine garlic sauce? A meal in itself.

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Another giant basket of flowers photo.

And if you’re wondering how large it really was?

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It was larger than Lord Dudley Mountcatten large.

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Antiquing and some very heavy water.

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A recent antiquing day trip to search for a final alcoholic crate left me empty handed but did result in a few chuckles.

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Yum.

Not.

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I think I had one very similar to this when I was a kid.

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Bloomers.. complete with reinforced crotch. Who could ask for more?

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I’ve been looking for an old crank phone like this for the man cave. But this one didn’t crank and was missing parts … so for $350, I left it there.

And speaking of the man cave…

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I’ve started to migrate my vinyl out there, though there isn’t enough room in any one spot to line up the crates in a row.

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Guess they’ll have to be scattered here and there.

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And if you’re wondering what’s going on here, it’s the husband breaking his back trying to upend a vintage glass water bottle into the cooler. He’s collected the damn things for years and wants to replace all the plastic containers it came with.

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Prettier, but damn. They’re seriously heavy.

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Antiquing in Bangor.

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* warning – photo of taxidermied deer to follow *

The search for vintage beer or whisky crates continues…

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And it’s not going well. Crates abound, but none of them are alcohol related… so boo to that.

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If these weren’t so expensive I might have grabbed them. Bound to be interesting reading.

And because you never know what you’ll find at antique stores?

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A bag of ducks.

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I’ve seen this type of taxidermy before and it always stupefies me. Did they only kill the front half?

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By all means, feed them. And do it immediately… before they suck out your soul while you sleep.

**shivers**

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I tried to talk the husband into buying this antique incubation table but he was having none of it. I know he won’t let me have chickens, but it would have been great for keeping hors d’oeuvres warm in the man cave.

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I examined this booklet and found absolutely nothing new.

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Hutch made of tree bark? Um… no. Lord Dudley would be climbing it on a daily basis.

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I have no explanation for this whatsoever.

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