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Taking in a few shows.

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What’s a fair without a livestock show?

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Boring, that’s what.

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So we found ourselves in the bleachers for the dairy cow beauty pageant.

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My husband was raised on a dairy farm and provided a helpful running commentary.

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There were multiple categories and weight classes and we enjoyed a steady parade of bodacious bovines.

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A winner having her portrait taken.

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After that show, my husband headed for the pulling ring.

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This is my least favorite show because I hate to see the animals straining. Thankfully our timing was bad and it was over shortly after we arrived.

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A boy and his oxen.

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Llamas and chickens and pigs, oh my.

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Is it me… or do llamas look snarky?

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I mean, look at that face.

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Pure attitude.

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The alpaca? Not so much.

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But this guy on the left?

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You know he’s telling his owner where to stick it.

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Chickens are hard to photograph at the fair. Too many cage bars and if you try to get closer? You get pecked.

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Or in this case, fluffy butted.

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Pigs on the other hand, rarely give a damn.

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My late father had a pet pig as a child. He and my mother collected weird little pig oddities when I was young so I’ve always had a soft spot for piggies.

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Clever names aside…

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This poor momma was busy.

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Leopard print pig?

Interesting.

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Can I get an awww?

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Let’s play.

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You know you want to.

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I have to admit I expected better of myself.

Our house is filled with quirky, bizarre, WTH is that? items.

They clutter our basement, our garage, our barn, our sheds and two embarrassing (close them quickly!) closets.

But when I pulled out the actual junk drawer in the kitchen for inspection?

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It was disappointingly run of the mill.

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A CO2 canister size list, some cut flower life extending powder, a water pistol, a dice game, a Marine Corps challenge coin, a spare hummingbird feeder cover, a feline medicine syringe and a wine cork.

Nothing bizarre. Nothing quirky.

How boring.

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Your turn…

Dazzle me with your weird drawer contents.

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Let’s go to the fair!

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If it’s October… it’s time for the Fryeburg Fair, Maine’s largest and last of the season.

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It’s west of us, towards the mountains and that usually means pretty fall foliage.

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Trees started turning early this year and aren’t as bright as they normally are…

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But it’s still a lovely burst of autumn color.

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Our favorite part of the fair is always the animals.

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First up were the large horses that pull the fancy wagons.

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We missed the show by 15 minutes which was a shame.

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But as we entered the barn this family was getting undressed.

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It must feel good to have all that removed.

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It weighs a ton.

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We met the family patriarch and it was clear he loves his horses.

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So you know my husband had to start up a half hour conversation.

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I tried to talk him into sitting here while I continued walking around the fair, but he wasn’t amused.

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You know I had to join.

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I was scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day and saw something ridiculous. Or rather, something wonderfully ridiculous as opposed to all the eye rolling ridiculousness FB is flooded with lately.

It was this:

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Being proud of my Scottish roots, I had to investigate the page from whence this jewel came.

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And as you can see, I joined my people.

I mean really…

How could I not?

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I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this page immensely.

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Lesson learned?

Never trust a wild haggis.

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And around we go…

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Since the new door was in and trimmed, at least on the outside, it was time to resume stonework.

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I’ll be honest and say the husband really wasn’t looking forward to this part.

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Inside corners are tough to line up properly.

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And we know precision finish work is not his forte.

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But he knocked that small wall out quickly and it looks pretty good, from afar.

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The section that’s really giving him a headache is between the door and the window.

The stone siding sections are 36 inches long…

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So of course the distance between the door and the window is 38 1/4”.

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Not wanting little 2 1/4 pieces and seams running the whole height I asked him to cut the sections different lengths so he could stagger the joins.

This suggestion was not well received.

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was cackling loudly the other day and stalking something through the living room window.

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Closer inspection revealed a line of sparrows…

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Who were no doubt teasing him on purpose.

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I’m going out on a limb here, but this abomination is almost as awful as Spam.

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I tried very hard to talk my husband into throwing this into the truck on a recent trip to Tractor Supply, but at $230 he squawked.

Which is something this chicken clearly isn’t doing anymore.

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His Lordship, surveying his domain.

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Some things are not worth waiting for….

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I realize I haven’t posted many photos of our fall foliage this year.

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The reason being it hasn’t been a very good leaf peeping season.

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Oh, there’s color…

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But by Maine standards it’s been very muted this autumn.

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Too much rain late in the summer and an early mini cold snap that forced the trees to turn too soon could be the reason.

Anyway…

After running a few errands down south, we realized we’d skipped lunch and headed to a very popular Wells restaurant for an early dinner.

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Off season, on a Thursday… and there was a line half an hour before they opened. We weren’t going to wait, but.

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It’s a steakhouse and my husband loves a good steak.

When the doors opened and the mad rush for upstairs dining was in full force, we took the road less traveled and headed for the bar on the first floor.

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This place is impossible to get in during the summer, jam packed every night so we were expecting amazing things.

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My appetizer was not one of them.

Shrimp and crab stuffed mushrooms. Dry uninteresting balls of stuffing they must have waved a crab over and called it good.

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Two overly sweetened cocktails in, my salad was basically a bowl of iceberg lettuce drenched in bottled blue cheese.

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We both ordered the filet mignons, which were decent enough… though nothing to gush over.

Places like this always make me wonder why people are willing to stand on line for basically nothing special.

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