The other day my daily viewing stats exploded for no apparent reason.
500 views with no comments made me wonder why.
I mean… let’s be honest, I’m not that interesting.
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Though clearly Patricia thought so.
The fact that she never interacted and liked mostly old posts made me realize she was probably a bot, but it was kind of fun to reread things I hadn’t seen in a while. And since most of us weren’t connected then, please take a walk down memory lane with me and heed my advice about Corpse Revivers.
Another beautiful fall day called for another scenic drive.
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I’m sorry, but autumn in New England is hard to beat.
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The air is crisp and the trees give us a splendid tableau of color.
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It also means the last gasp of yard sales and antique store sales that my husband can’t drive by. This particular shop had auxiliary rooms made out of tractor trailer boxes and were filled with vintage horrors.
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Ack!
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Wow.
Please note the base table of this lamp lights up as well.
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Inside, my husband combed the shelves for treasure but thankfully came out empty handed.
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I’d much rather view foliage.
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Statue of Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain at Bowdoin College. Hero of Gettysburg, he taught rhetoric and modern languages as a professor and later served as the college’s president. His home is across the street.
Not too disturbing when drawn, but a bit creepy when experienced in person.
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I’m right in the middle, which is where I want to be.
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I thought my state would rank higher.
Disappointing, that.
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Looks like I’m not doing enough drinking.
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Electronics seem to win the prize.
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Mark and Shelly, where do your towns stand on the cow to human scale?
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Don’t laugh. Moose will flat take you out…
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These numbers astound me. My husband and I bought our first house, a 3 bedroom 2 bath ranch, for $45,000. Granted that was in 1985 but the income to mortgage ratio was much smaller then. How many young couples starting out today can afford a half a million dollars home? It’s crazy.
On a recent visit to the health care center for my annual physical, the doctor recommended a colonoscopy. I’ve never had one … and not being in any hurry to experience the disgusting prep or the dreaded butt cam itself, I opted for the Cologuard home kit they send in the mail.
Being a bad patient, I promptly stuck it in the closet and forgot about it.
Until today, when I received this.
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Yes.
The Cologuard company wants to pay me $25 for sending in a sample of… 💩
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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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.