Tag Archives: humor

Squirrel gymnastics.

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It’s been squirrel central at Casa River lately.

Our beef feeder pole is out in the open, and with our resident hawk patrolling the skies we usually only have a single squirrel show up to nosh.

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Seven is a record.

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But after something scared the others away one brave little guy took advantage.

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I know people hate squirrels because they eat the bird seed, but we’re equal opportunity feeders here and all critters are welcome.

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I enjoy watching their gymnastic performances.

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Rats with bushy tails?

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Maybe.

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But they’re still sweeties.

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An autumn day.

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A weekend in Maine in the fall calls for a scenic drive to enjoy the glorious foliage, so that’s what we did.

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Stumbling on a covered bridge was a happy surprise.

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On our travels, the husband saw a sign for an antique tractor show and craft fair at a local farm so we detoured there.

Not our best idea.

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Yes, there was a farm.

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And yes there were some old tractors.

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Some in use.

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And while there were two miniature horses…

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And a “dining room” with the worst fried dough I’ve ever had…

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(Hard as a rock, crunchy and tasteless)

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The “craft show” consisted of fresh vegetables, a few tables of American flag boards, patriotic signs and multiple tables of right wing propaganda. There were candidates handing out pamphlets and political ephemera, trying their best to swell the MAGA base.

These are just not our people y’all. And while I respect their right to be there, I have to admit I wasn’t expecting to be arguing about restricting voting rights and ICE roundups at a craft show.

My husband is a veteran of a certain age. He has grey hair and wears a Marine Corps hat. That’s usually all it takes for people to assume he loves the Mango Monarch … which couldn’t be further from the truth.

They kept trying to draw him into discussion but my guy just brushed them off and didn’t engage, other than to make it clear where he stood.

Color me surprised.

We departed soon after and got back on the road…

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Where the husband found a barn sale.

And can you see what’s in his hands?

Another wooden ruler.

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Which called for a cocktail and some nibbles.

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And more scenic beauty.

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News you can’t use.

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You can’t use it, but I blog about every Monday so technically it is useful.

At least to me.

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My husband is a Vietnam vet and said the peaches and pound cake were the only edible things in MRE’s. The food was so bad he and his men scrounged, traded and pilfered the leftover WWII C rats from supply and far preferred them even though they were over two decades years old.

Now that’s bad.

(And by rats I mean rations, not actual rats. Although with the government, you never know. )

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Proof you’re never too old to be a Swiftie.

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Bat selfies.

Who knew?

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Why doesn’t this surprise me.

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As it should.

I never wear mine without one.

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We love our pumpkins.

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Every year the town of Damarriscotta, Maine has a pumpkin festival.

Every year I tell my husband we’re going to attend.

And every year like clockwork?

I forget. And have to enjoy it vicariously through other people’s photos.

So here they are, some of the wonderfully inventive and creative pumpkins I missed.

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Did I mention there’s also a pumpkin regatta where crazy Mainers dress in costumes and try to paddle large hollowed out gourds down the river?

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Yup.

It’s a thing.

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And I missed it.

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Again.

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Maps of nothing the least bit important.

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It’s autumn in New England and that’s a beautiful thing. Turning leaves, apple picking, pumpkins…

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Sadly not everyone gets to experience it.

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I can’t think of one entirely vegan or vegetarian restaurant in Maine, but clearly they exist.

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Sad to see we’re leading the way, but not surprising.

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We love our libraries in Maine and some of them are drop dead gorgeous.

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I’ll take least violent crime. Yay us.

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Someone had way too much time on their hands.

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Ugh. Allen’s Coffee Brandy was the bane of my existence when I was a teenage delinquent. Cheap, disgustingly sweet and at every party I ever attended.

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A hoppy occasion.

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We attended a dual retirement party recently. A husband and wife were calling it quits at the same time and their kids threw them a celebration.

At a brewery.

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It was like old home week for my husband as he had worked with M. at the FAA.

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Yes, my guy is a 22 year Marine and the recent retiree did 20 years in the Navy…

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So deep conversations ensued.

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But my guy did that pretty much all afternoon.

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And into the evening.

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I’d never been to retirement party at a brewery before but it was laid back and quite fun.

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No boring speeches. No power point presentations of careers. No stuffy presentations of plaques or watches.

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Just friends, family and co workers getting together for a good time.

We went home with a wood fired pizza because they were floating in it.

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And stayed well after the official end time.

But the best part about a brewery retirement party?

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Wrist bands for unlimited free beer for every guest.

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News you can’t use.

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Your number one source for stupid headlines.

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Did she have to?

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Ugh.

She did.

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I didn’t think it was possible to eat that many beans, but okay.

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I wish the media would stop saying things like this. They’re not unrecognizable, they’re older. It happens to all of us who reach a certain age. Things sag, they wrinkle. Get over it.

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I’ve been married to a Marine for 41 years. I’m well versed in the meaning of Snafu.

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