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There’s a first time for everything.

 

Last month? It was my first time at a barrel racing competition.

If you know me, you know I’m not the yeehaw rodeo girl type. I don’t do twangy Grand Old Opry music and I’ve never owned a pair of cowboy boots. But the sister of a friend…. who is 53 and recently went through a bad breakup…. did what any lonely single woman does at that age.

She got a horse.

 

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To be precise, she rescued a 17 year old horse who was being neglected and half starved at a highly suspect stable.

It’s been a long slow road back to health, but their bond is strong.

 

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And in just 2 years she’s learned not only how to ride, but how to barrel ride and compete…. so we had to show up in support.

 

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Horses and horse trailers lined the field.

 

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And this darling little fellow who lives at the neighboring farm strolled the grounds looking for handouts and treats.

Clearly I wasn’t the only one who thought he was sweet. This man followed him around with a GoPro and went in for a serious close up.

 

 

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The event was late in starting…

 

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But her horse was chill… and took a nap.

 

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Our dinner reservations were for 7:15 and the normal competition schedule was switched to let the children’s division go first….. so we only got to see one round with our friend.

She’s still learning, and her horse is still underweight… but she’s getting there.

 

 

The bleachers crowd went wild!

 

 

Okay, not exactly.

 

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There was one bleacher, and the crowd consisted of one family with a screaming child …. but the 4 legged beggar who found some spilled popcorn looked excited.

Still, it was fun….and we hope to go again when we can stay longer.

Although from the decibel level and type of  music that plays constantly in the background?

I might need a cooler full of alcohol next time.

 

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Yes, I thought you might….

 

 

 

 

 

A Blogiversary.

 

Happy 1rst blogiversary to me!

 

 

A little more enthusiasm would be nice but yes, it’s been one year to the day since I joined WordPress.

And while I certainly wasn’t a blog virgin….

 

 

It did take a little time for me to adjust to my new home.

WordPress is a larger and more diverse platform than my previous sites, and though it’s also filled with more businesses and spam than I was used to…. I admit I’m enjoying it more as well.

 

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Blogging means different things to different people and my posts have certainly changed over the years. They used to be filled with personal details, family strife, and raw emotion …. but I was burned by that.

 

 

And switched to a light hearted, irreverent look at the world instead.

 

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Yes.

That book really exists…

“Go behind the exam room door to experience the secret lives of doctors and patients. Enjoy Pap parties. Meet the Chlamydia Clown. Win a free kitten with your physical! In this laugh-till-you-cry health care handbook, you’ll learn how fun it is to be a doctor–and a patient.”
I haven’t read it…
But feel I should, and report back.

 

Finding a tribe of like minded odd balls has helped me settle in here.

 

 

So to all of you slightly disturbed souls I call friends…

The loons who regularly tune in for my mindless drivel?

 

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I shall endeavor to provide more of the same high quality nonsense…

And continue to answer some of life’s most difficult questions.

 

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A lazy, hazy 4th.

 

It’s hot in Maine. Really hot. Surface of the sun hot.

Too hot to drink hot.

Okay… I got carried away there, it’s never too hot to drink. But we’ve been in the low 90’s with high humidity for days and that’s simply too hot for me. I don’t like hot and come from a long line of women who detest sweating.

 

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(Actual portrait of my ancestress)

So on the 4th? We headed to our friend’s camp at the lake for the day.

There were cute young people in hats…

 

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And boating…

 

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And swimming…

 

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And frozen raspberry margarita consumption for those who were doing neither.

 

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There was food, fun and friends.

There was some of this…

 

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And a lot of this…

 

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And even a few fireworks on the opposite shore.

 

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Not a bad way to spend the day.

Or night.

Hope your holiday was equally satisfying.

Things I like today.

 

1.  Kicking back on the barn porch on a summer evening after a long day of mowing and trimming the lawn?

Wonderful.

 

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Margarita in a can?

Not so much.

 

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But it’s alcohol.. with a view.

So I like.

 

2.  With a shout out to Mona at  Wayward Sparkles  who introduced me to this marvelous piece of mechanical engineering)

I read her blog and thought, damn…. I have to have one.

And then I thought, gifts!

So I had to have 2 more.

 

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Are you all here?

Good.

Viola!

 

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A bell you can ring to summon the elixir of the Gods.

In pink no less!

I believe this little darling will be getting quite a work out at Casa River.

If only I could order the hot cabana boy to go with it…

I like.

 

And finally, ladies…

Do you have old, dry wood?

No, I’m not talking about your husbands.

 

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We have stained wood moulding,  doors, window frames and sills, and built in stained bookcases etc. basically every piece of trim is unpainted wood. They’re original to the house and tend to dry out/fade from sunlight and winter heating.

So I found this on Amazon –

 

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Half a bottle did 12 doors and frames, 5 windows and frames and 2 large tables.

It’s good stuff. Witness the before and after…

 

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Brings back the shine and feeds your thirsty wood with very little effort.

I like.

 

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Thank you..

Thank you very much.

A little rain, a lot of alcohol.

 

Saturday we had tickets to an afternoon festival promoting local beer and food. It was called The Taste of Summer and was being held on the old Navy base. The band were friends of friends and we were looking forward to it. Until the heavens opened up on the way over….

 

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It was raining, thunder was booming and people were standing on line wearing trash bags.

 

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We sat in the car for a while, thinking it would pass… which is when it started to hail and festival goers ran for cover.

Seeing that trash bags aren’t a good look for me, and I generally prefer to do my drinking while dry…. we left and headed for Boothbay Harbor.

 

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Which is always a good idea.

 

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Boothbay is one of our favorite places to walk…

 

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To sight see…

 

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To eat…

 

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And yes, to drink.

(Don’t be shocked, it’s been know to happen on occasion.)

 

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First stop… The Boathouse Bistro.

Best damn food in Boothbay Harbor.

 

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Appetizers were Coconut Lime Ginger Mussels for the husband and my friend.

 

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Those babies were huge!

Cajun Shrimp and Cheesy Grits for me.

 

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I hate grits. I love these.

Enough said…

 

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A Harborside Lemonade and a Summer Bliss later, I dove into Pan Seared Scallops on Parmesan Mushroom Risotto with Citrus Wilted Arugula. You could have killed me right then and there… and I’d have died happy.

 

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Husband had a deconstructed Beef Wellington with split lobster tail and goat cheese mushroom compote.

 

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Girlfriend had 2 rum punches and a Bourbon Brown Sugar Glazed Ribeye with rosemary fingerling potatoes and broccolini.

We were happy campers.

But onward.

 

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Technically it already had, we were two cocktails in… but the bar hopping portion of our afternoon/evening will now commence.

Trust me when I say a good time was had by all.

Second stop… The World is Mine Oyster. A bit of a dive, but keep walking… through the hallway, up the winding stairs, thru the restaurant and out on the deck?

 

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One of the best views of the harbor.

 

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And 2 sea green margaritas.

Life is good.

Third stop… The Harborside Tavern.

 

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This was a place we’d never been before and though we sat at the bar instead of enjoying the view….

 

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One extremely strong bourbon filled Perfect Storm later?

I didn’t much care. The bartender was so heavy handed she either loved us.. or hated us. I still don’t know which.

Fourth and final stop…. The Boothbay Harbor Inn, where things got interesting.

 

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Needless to say we were feeling no pain by then.

This is across the harbor from where we started and has a beautiful view as well.

 

 

Our bartender was an adorable little exchange student from Romania named Meihi.

 

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With whom my soon to be divorced friend was instantly smitten.

Of course Happy Hour Blueberry Mules may have had something to do with that.

 

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At this point it started to pour again….

 

 

So what else could we do but stay and drink?

 

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We drank. And made friends with a group that was staying at the inn.

 

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We drank. And watched the cute bartender play bar games.

 

 

 

We drank. Until the sun started to set and I figured we shouldn’t drink anymore.

For this…

 

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My cheeky friend flipped me off.

 

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Sunset.

 

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In Boothbay Harbor…

 

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Is a beautiful thing.

 

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My girlfriend trying to pole dance on the parking meter?

 

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Not so much.

 

 

Clearly some of us had a better time than others….

 

 

Moving day should not include random body parts.

 

We helped a friend move last weekend.

Because… yes.

 

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Moving is hard work.

 

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There’s lots of stuff to pack…

 

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Lots of stuff to lift…

 

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And lots of stuff to push across homemade scrap wood ramps.

 

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What do you mean that’s not how professionals do it?

The silly thing weighed a ton and it got there.

Do we really care how?

No. We do not…

What we do care about is finding random body parts.

Tell me you saw it.

In the picture with my husband carrying the bright blue garden bench? Go back and look, I’ll wait.

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A random leg.

And it wasn’t the only one.

 

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The damned things were popping up everywhere.

 

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Bizarre?

A wee bit.

But some of our friends are as well, so it’s to be expected….

 

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It got to be a running joke about where they’d turn up….

So at the end of the day when we were relaxing with beer and bowls of chili?

 

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Naturally we needed a centerpiece.

 

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And P.S….

Just for the record –

As much as I wanted to move their 442 Olds right into my garage at home?

 

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I restrained myself from stealing the keys when they weren’t looking.

That my dear, is the very definition of friendship.