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You can’t use it, but I’m still putting it out there.
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Geese are territorial little buggers, and while I’ve never been personally attacked, I do tend to give them a wide berth.
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Good call Al. Neither do I….
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Maine’s state bird is the Chickadee… and you will pry him from our cold dead hands.
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Damn. My complaints about the red squirrel seem somewhat trivial now.
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Yes, after owning his current BMW sedan for barely 2 years my husband has decided he wants a new vehicle.
And by new… I mean my husband’s version of new which is usually 20 years old. He’s rough on vehicles and puts a lot of miles on them quickly so while I buy new, he doesn’t. Which is why he always wants a different one every few years. He plum wears them out.
His current car is a 2006 and since he’s on a BMW kick, the next one has to be as well. Tired of him constantly buying and selling I persuaded him to go a little newer this time. Ya know… preferably in the last decade. It was a struggle but I convinced him to draw the line at 2014. Nothing older.
I also leaned heavily on the idea of an SUV. River’s bad knee has had enough of climbing out of low slung rides.
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We found this blue one..
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And took her for a spin.
But the porridge was too hot.
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We found this brown one and took her for a spin.
But the porridge was too cold.
We drove for 7 hours that day randomly hitting car dealers and private sellers. The result? Those two.
Apparently the BMW X3’s are a rare breed in our part of the world.
The search continues…
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Twenty one years ago… when we moved back to Maine and bought our house in the country, I gazed across the road at the giant empty field and dreamt of cows.
Yes, I’m that person. The one you take on road trips who points out the window and yells cow! every time she spots one.
I’m not sure why. I certainly didn’t grow up with bovines in New Jersey, but I’ve always found something immensely soothing about watching cows graze quietly in a meadow.
As you know, the property across the road was sold to an organic vegetable farmer… and while over the years he’s had goats and chickens and ducks, nary a cow has been spotted.
I’d given up my dream of wandering across the street and making hooved friends.
But last weekend?
I spotted something wonderful next door.
Something I never thought I’d see….
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Woot!
Cow!!
Well, a two week old calf to be precise… happily munching our neighbors front lawn. One ecstatic phone call later I learned he’s actually a class project for a grand daughter. Feed and raise a cow? That was never part of my school curriculum, but yay!
Our neighbor told me she has a feeling the adorable (cow!) project will more than likely be a permanent resident when all is said and done.
And I am beyond thrilled.
Cow!!!!
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After a year of hemming and hawing.
A year of deciding and then changing his mind.
A year of yes he will and then no he won’t.
He finally did it.
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One final rub down …
And then.
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He put her on the front lawn for sale.
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It’s been a long time coming. We really don’t ride much anymore and throwing $1,000 into her every year to counteract the inactivity wasn’t doing her… or us…. any good.
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So the husband finally agreed to let one of his babies go.
We put her out on the lawn at 2:00 in the afternoon. At 2:30 I listed her on FB marketplace and Craig’s List. At 3:00 we got a call from a man with cash.
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The next morning at 10:00am she was gone.
I think my husband is still in shock.
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We’ve had a crazy spring. Or really, a crazy non spring. Cool, overcast and dreary with a little scattered rain here and there. Not nearly the April showers we needed.
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I had high hopes for a deluge when we were driving home under these skies last week.
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They were ominous and promised some good rain.
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It was falling somewhere.
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But not in our backyard.
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This was taken on the other side of town.
Oh well, maybe next time.
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Sharing some things that made me smile.
I saw the first Baltimore Oriole of the season yesterday and rushed to fill the feeder before they move on.
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They’re such glorious bursts of winged color I try to keep them around as long as I can.
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Perfect for that new Stephen King book.
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Because Lord Dudley Mountcatten always makes me smile.
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This would definitely make me smile.
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Bluebirds.
Always pretty, always look mean.
What have they got to be mad about?
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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.
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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.
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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.
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Wow.
And you know he was proud of that hair.
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That’s got to hurt.
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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.
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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.
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There is a platypus on our spare bed.
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If you’re wondering why, I have one word. Hysterectomy.
And the two word reasons for these?
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Renal arteriogram and uterine artery embolization.
Okay… that’s actually five, but you get the idea. Every time I go into the hospital my husband buys me a stuffed animal for company.
They’ve been on our beds for years but it’s only recently that Lord Dudley Mountcatten has decided the platypus makes a good snuggle buddy.
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Most afternoons you’ll find him here, napping with his new friend.
At times it’s hard to tell where he ends and the platypus begins.
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But whatever you do, don’t disturb his slumber.
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There will be Hell to pay.
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With thanks to whoever introduced me to Goodreads… Mark?… I’m really enjoying the app and being able to keep track of all my books.
The option to connect with friends and fellow reading obsessed people is fun and the reviews are helpful.
But… you knew there was a but… then there’s Gregg.
I have no idea who Gregg is but he found me on the site and keeps sending friend requests which I continue to deny.
This is Gregg.
And while most people say a little something about themselves and their reading habits, Gregg took a different route. A rather desperate I’m striking out on eHarmony and Tinder so let’s troll Goodreads for chicks route.
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Don’t believe me?
Check out his friends list.
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Notice anything strange?
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There’s a decided lack of testosterone here.
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And if you still need more convincing?
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Gregg doesn’t seem to be much of a reader either.
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I dare you not to smile at this story.
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We’re often in Brunswick and I have to say, I’m sorry I missed Chuck.
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I’d go bar hopping with that handsome fella any day.
P.S…. don’t Google ‘beaver meme’ first thing in the morning looking for a featured image.
No good can come from that.
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