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Ever wonder what you’d look like as a 3D cartoon?



Apparently I look 10 years old.

And as a caricature?



Oy vey! I’m Jewish.



Meet Viola AI, the new app that transforms your face.



And a great way to waste time when you’re babysitting a friend’s 6 year old.



Yes, I’ve heard about the possible face recognition hacking … but I don’t use that feature on my phone. And if they want to steal my picture it’s nothing they couldn’t already do by cruising Facebook or this blog.



So don’t kvetch about this mishegas….. it’s just innocent fun.


Can I get an awww?


Our farming neighbors across the street are awesome people. Honest, hard working, nature loving, alternative lifestyle vegetarians who raise their kids the old fashioned way… no tv, no cell phones, just plenty of love and imagination. As witnessed by this letter and treasure map they mailed to the two little boys who live down the road.




Now how fun is that?


Snow globe dining.


Maine people have always known how to work around the weather. And though this winter has been mild compared to previous years, Covid restrictions have required businesses to use their imaginations like never before.



Pineland Farms started life as a state run institution for the “idiotic and feeble minded” in 1907. Many horror stories floated out of those buildings, some from my cousin who worked there with mentally handicapped children in the late 70’s. It was closed in 1996 due to scandal and rumors of unsatisfactory care and has since undergone an amazing transformation.



Nature trails, event weddings, a farm cooperative and store. They sell the beef they raise and the produce they grow. They make wonderful cheese and have a tasty little restaurant.



But now?



They have life sized snow globes as well.



What’s not to love?


Games to play with your mouth breathing friends.


We all have them. That special group of friends you’ve known for years but don’t like to advertise. You can’t invite them out to dinner with your crew, and you won’t bring them to the cocktail party at work. But thanks to me? You could ask them to your house to play a game right up their alley.



So they’re not the brightest bulbs in the pack?



No problem.



This is a game that won’t embarrass the less than erudite among us.



And they get to hit people with a club!

You know they’re going to love it.




Admit it, you know a few.


Products you’re too embarrassed to admit you want.


But I know you do.



Admit it, we’ve all wanted to feel a little warmer and cheesier this year.



This gives a whole new meaning to the word shortcake.



Skin as soft and supple as a nice juicy brain? What woman doesn’t dream of that!



I have to admit this one might have validity. We live next to a horse farm and see our fair share of flies. A real life arcade game with salt bullets… hmm.



So, yeah. Apparently this is a thing.


I went out to lunch in South Portland a month or so ago and drove by this:





You read that correctly.




There’s a place where you can be socially active by throwing an axe.

Though I’m guessing not at each other…. because that would dramatically cut down on the social part.




Think I’m kidding?

I’m not.

There’s even a league.




Which leads me to wonder if there’s another league for suburban axe throwing.

If so, I know a few soccer moms who would excel.

Also unbeknownst to me, there are a slew of videos that can teach you the finer points of the sport.



So if you’re looking for a new hobby?

Remember…. you saw it here first.





Fun at the fair…. and balls.


We hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair in years, and after going the other day I remembered why.

Maine has some fabulous county fairs….. but this isn’t one of them.

With a $12 charge per person to get in? There should have been more… everything.




We started with the livestock, because I do love me some critters.




I got up close and personal with sheep….




While the husband chatted up a cow.




This cow was lying down.




As was her owner…




And it took all my willpower not to yell at him to drop his phone and learn how to spell her name properly.




Sorry El….



This cow had a little speck of something on her nose…




Which proved to be no problem.




Yes, that’s her tongue. And she knew how to use it.




Did you know…




Cows can’t vomit?

I live to enlighten.




We saw ox, and horses.




Some huge.




Some small.

We saw pigs…




With lots of baby pigs…




And goats..




With some pretty big…




Sorry…. but holy crap!




How do you walk with balls that big?



We strolled around looking for the chicken barn….

Only to discover there wasn’t one.

Very disappointing.




And then we walked past the “Decorate a Bale of Hay” contest.




Which… yeah.




Was a bit odd.




I temporarily lost the husband to some old rusty crap.




And found him checking out some sweet old vehicles for sale.




We meandered through the collection of carriages and sleighs which we always love…




And found a cannon…




With a strategically placed ball.




In a sack.

Tell me someone doesn’t have a sense of humor….



We made the obligatory walk through the exhibition hall.




But the Blue Ribbon rhubarb failed to thrill.

And aside from the carnival rides we didn’t ride and the roach coach junk food that we didn’t eat, that was it….

Until I spotted George.




And fell in love.



I mean… look at him!




George is an Emu.












And despite the prehistoric raptor like gaze, quite friendly.

Here’s some riveting video of him drinking water.



And a little something closer up.



He’s over 6 foot tall, with coarse dense feathers.

Yes, we bonded…. and I petted him.

Totally worth the $12 admission price.







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….




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




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.




Which is always a good idea.




Boothbay is one of our favorite places to walk…




To sight see…




To eat…




And yes, to drink.

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




First stop… The Boathouse Bistro.

Best damn food in Boothbay Harbor.




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




Those babies were huge!

Cajun Shrimp and Cheesy Grits for me.




I hate grits. I love these.

Enough said…




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.




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




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

We were happy campers.

But onward.




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?




One of the best views of the harbor.




And 2 sea green margaritas.

Life is good.

Third stop… The Harborside Tavern.




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




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.




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.




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.




At this point it started to pour again….



So what else could we do but stay and drink?




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




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…




My cheeky friend flipped me off.








In Boothbay Harbor…




Is a beautiful thing.




My girlfriend trying to pole dance on the parking meter?




Not so much.



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