Since hugging friends and family has been a definite no no for the past year, I’m offering an alternative.
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Bovine cuddles!
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I wish I’d known about this when we were in Arizona. Giving a cow a belly rub has to be better than the 3 days I spent in bed with altitude sickness. And in case you didn’t know, this is apparently a trend. Shortly after I read that article I found the following on my town’s Facebook page.
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I may not have to travel after all.
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No cows were available, but the goats are booked solid. Who knew livestock was so lovable….
In the continuing series Small TownLifeBe Different…. here are the latest missives from mine.
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This was so sweet. Our local UPS man… who distributes doggie treats on his route… is in the hospital with pneumonia, so all his four legged customers posted pictures.
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Because traffic alerts in the country are less about speeding and more about manure.
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Every year the women of the Historical Society sew a quilt with local scenes to be auctioned off.
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The Town Office bought the first one where it still hangs proudly.
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Yes, I showed this to the husband. And no, he hasn’t removed his absolutely no chickens ban.
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Yikes. Critters that crawl under your house and die are the worst. But I can’t say I’ve ever known one to stink of garlic. And speaking of stinking…
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Word to the wise… if you think it’s your year? It most definitely is. 🤢
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As he predicted, this man’s post got a whole lotta hate. He’s new to the area… and I’m guessing he isn’t going to be very popular. Buying a house in a rural part of Maine means generations of the previous owners might still be inhabiting your back 40. A man up the road from us has a cemetery from the late 1700’s on his land. He doesn’t know the family or their descendants, but lovingly cares for the plot all the same. It’s called respect.
When it’s hot in Maine? You head for the coast where the sea breeze cools the temperatures considerably.
So that’s what we did on the July 4th weekend.
We battled the tourist traffic on Route 1 and headed north with a cool and calm demeanor.
Seriously….. there’s a reason we call you people Massholes. You’re not going to find a barista on every corner in this state, please go back to Boston.
Boothbay Harbor was packed, so we kept going.
Through downtown Rockland where they clearly wanted us to eat something. Hopefully not the building itself.
And through downtown Camden where the cows are always smiling.
Camden is a gorgeous harbor town with lovely old homes lining both sides of the main street.
This one always catches my eye…
Not your typical New Englander to be sure.
We wanted to stop for a drink and a bite in Lincolnville….
But sadly the Whale’s Tooth Pub didn’t open till 4:00pm.
So we ended up in Belfast, down by the harbor.
Which is always a good choice.
To be continued…
Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
