We live in Maine, hence our home is part of Red Sox Nation. We’re loyal and devoted fans, though the team breaks our hearts more often than not. And while we tend to think of Lord Dudley Mountcatten as a full fledged member of the family, until recently we were unaware of his affection for David Ortiz.
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Case in point –
The other night my husband was watching an interview with one of the most beloved players in Boston history and as soon as Dudley heard David’s voice?
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The silly cat was mesmerized.
Up on the television stand (where he’s not allowed) for a closer look.
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He even checked around back searching for his (heretofore unknown) favorite player.
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When the show went to commercial and David disappeared?
How do you get your weather? The local news, NOAA, an app?
In Maine… we look to a slightly different forecaster.
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I’ve heard the woolies have wider black than rust this year.
*Gulp*.
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It’s been a while but my husband finally decided to finish the shed addition door.
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Yes, the entire wall is a door.
This is not going to end well, mark my words.
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It’s property tax time again and I’m not pleased.
Last year our taxes went up $1,000. The year before that, they went up $1,200. This year they only went up $500 so I should probably be relieved. But our town has no police force, no local ambulance service and a volunteer fire department so WTH are we paying for?
The nearly $5k is for our house on an acre and a half. The $1,437 is for the man cave/Barn Mahal on our other acre and a half. (The appraisers think the barn is unfinished and just for storage, so don’t tell them the difference please.)
We own our house, the mortgage was paid off years ago and that’s a wonderful feeling. But forking over what amounts to $532.75 a month for the privilege of being here? Not so much.
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Random photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.
Did he see a bug… or was he pondering existentialism?
Tough call.
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Driving with my husband means stopping frequently.
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Especially when he sees old things for sale. That 1939 beauty was $32,000 and I had to drag him away kicking and screaming.
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This was also proudly displayed, though not for sale.
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I had to laugh at Downstream’s name and advertising. Two thumbs up from poo that looks like seals.
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We’re having a record breaking hummingbird season and I’m filling feeders like crazy.
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It’s rare to see two birds drinking at the same time without fighting here but this year we’ve had five.
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Question – does this look like a $175 bouquet to you?
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Because that’s what I spent and this was what was delivered.
Maybe I’m spoiled by our outstanding local florist but when I called a North Carolina business and ordered an extra special, stuffed full of blooms bouquet this wasn’t what I had in mind. The arrangement looks almost haphazard.
I hadn’t, but always wanted to… imaging myself sipping a cup of tea surrounded by purring felines. So when I saw an advertisement for one right on our planned route for the day, I had to stop.
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Mind you… though the husband loves cats, he wasn’t totally on board with this plan.
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It was a small place, with everything appropriately cat themed.
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And though I wanted iced tea, all they had was chai… which was grossly over sweetened.
No matter… we were going to pet some cats!
Or were we?
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Turns out my dream of leisurely sipping and petting was ill formed as the actual cats are not allowed anywhere near the food and beverages. They’re in a separate room, which because we always have bad timing… was hosting a book club that wouldn’t be done for another half an hour.
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At that point the husband wanted to leave, but he loves me and indulged my desire to stay. With 30 minutes to kill we ordered overpriced sandwiches to go with our overpriced beverages and settled down to wait.
When the book club ladies started filing out of the chambre des chats, we disposed of our trash and made for the door… where we found a sign.
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At this point my husband really wanted to leave as he discovered it would be $20 for us to enter and pet cats… for 20 minutes.
But remember….
He loves me.
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So in we went.
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All the residents are up for adoption.
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And most of them were asleep.
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With the exception of little Miss Attitude…
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And this poor fellow who was thin and looked ill, though we were told he belongs to the owner and is just old.
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There weren’t a lot of cats, maybe 6.
We weren’t allowed to pick them up or sit with them on our laps.
And there was definitely no leisurely sipping and petting.
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