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Always useless.
Always abundant.
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And that fish in particular.
He must have some really bad neighbors.
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Thanks.
But I’d rather not…
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If it’s all the same to you? I’d rather not meet him either.
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I know I drove my drivers ed instructor nuts, but at least he didn’t bail out on I-95.
Yikes.
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This was a huge local story.
And so damn cute!
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I love peony season.
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Brilliant pops of pink brighten my day.
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The scent is heavenly.
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And they make wonderful bouquets.
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Shame the blooms don’t last longer though.
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In other news, the Red B*tch has discovered the new kitchen landing storm door is a perfect place to tease His Lordship.
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Poor Dudley.
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And poor me for missing what was surely a rollicking good time.
🤣
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A beautiful summer day in Maine requires a trip to the coast.
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And one of our favorites places is Boothbay Harbor.
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It retains its quaint old fishing village vibe despite being over run with tourists during the season.
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Parking is a nightmare.
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But the scenery divine.
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A walk across the footbridge is a must.
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As it has its very own house.
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Talk about waterfront property.
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It’s been many different things over the years.
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Right now I think someone’s summer home.
Not much in the way of privacy, but to each their own.
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Since we had friends coming up from Connecticut that week we decided to give a restaurant near the bridge a test run.
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Everyone wants to eat on the water when they visit so we sampled the Harborside 1901 Bar and Grille.
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I’d heard great things…
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And the craft cocktails didn’t disappoint.
The Man-Go Mojito – rum, lime, mango puree, mint, sugar, soda was fabulous. Light, minty, and bursting with fresh, ripe mango.
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The teriyaki dumplings app? Overcooked, dry and pretty tasteless. Husband’s lobster bisque? Puréed, with no discernible meaty bits.
Boo to that.
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As for Harborside… technically it was. But your immediate view is a parking lot which stretches the “waterfront” marketing.
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Cocktail #2?
The Strawberry Elderflower – vodka, St. Germain, lemon, strawberry, prosecco
Floral and fruity, perfect for summer.
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Since we weren’t overly impressed with the appetizers, we opted for salads. Which to be honest were nothing special.
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They looked better than they tasted with the husbands apple and pistachio having little to no dressing and my Caesar positively drowning in it. The grilled chicken on both was over cooked and tough.
Nice drinks aside, we’re crossing this place off our list.
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But not before I helped myself to a Grateful Dead coaster for the man cave/Barn Mahal collection.
😉
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After a few months of no stinky visitors, they’re back.
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Skunks.
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Including this almost completely white fellow.
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Above him on the feeders?
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The right and wrong way squirrels.
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One guess who’s wrong.
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Skunks show up early in the morning before the sun is high.
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And early evening right after it’s gone down.
Looks like they even christened the unofficial Mayor of Bath.
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Poor Larry.
😰
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Remember when my husband bought an antique wagon two years ago?
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The one he had to build an extension on our shed to house?
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The shed extension I had to paint?
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The extension he built a door on last year but never finished?
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Well yours truly got tired of staring at bare wood and picked the hottest day of the summer to remedy that.
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Painting carefully around the hinges?
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Not fun.
Painting carefully around the handle?
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Less fun.
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But even less fun than that?
Wanting to finish … but discovering we had no white exterior trim paint.
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One lousy board from completion I quit and retired to the shade of the barn porch.
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Where my husband joined me, poured a beer and told me he’s thinking about selling the antique wagon.
The one he simply had to have.
The one that’s only been displayed on the lawn a handful of times because he won’t leave it out in bad weather or overnight and it’s a pain in the *ss to maneuver in and out of the shed extension.
I can’t say I’m surprised.
But I am a little annoyed.
And full to bursting with unvocalized I told you so’s .
🥴
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And some that doesn’t bear thinking about.
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Yeah.
Like that.
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I think I’m doomed.
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Well, damn.
It’s going to be an itchy summer.
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If it means being able to escape the endless political news my husband has on 24 hours a day? That might be worth it.
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Gulliver’s Travels fungus?
Interesting.
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Way to go grandma.
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As one does.
🥴
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Because these are highly technically and statistically sound.
😈
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See?
🤣
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Wow, I’m up a good 3 hours before most of these.
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Is it me… or are there two 48’s and no 50?
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We have a Russian community in the next town over… so I’d say chances are good you might find Boris and Natasha here as well.
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I’m wondering about this map.
Best for enforcement of drunk driving laws…. or best states to actually drive drunk and get away with it?
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I’m seeing a lot of birds on this so called animal list.
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Because I knew you’d ask … eventually.
🤣
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The little chuck was back on the kitchen landing yesterday….
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Scampering around, having a grand old time.
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His Lordship on the other hand….
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Was not enjoying it nearly as much.
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Since we replaced the storm door and he can see right outside at cat eye level?
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The critters are driving him mad.
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I swear they do it on purpose.
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This may require a bit of thinking, but don’t let that put you off.
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For Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
I have two…
1. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
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When His Lordship is in full attack mode, it’s very dragon like.
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Even when there’s a window between him and his prey.
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I think you can guess this crouch didn’t end well for the tree.
🥴
2. The Big Sleep.
When not actively stalking, His Lordship excels at napping.
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Usually for 18- 20 hours a day.
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And don’t think about interrupting his slumber if you value your skin.
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We call this the do not disturb.
❤️
Now you…
What movie title describes your pet?
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Our new storm door is Lord Dudley Mountcatten’s most favorite thing in the world right now. As soon as we swing back the kitchen door in the morning and allow him viewing access? He’s perched. Watching the world go by at perfect kitty height.
He watches birds. The rain. Squirrels. A leaf blowing by. It doesn’t matter… he’s there. And riveted.
So when I heard him cackling the other day I figured it must be something good.
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And it was.
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A baby woodchuck climbed the stairs to the landing and lay down on the welcome mat.
Right there.
In front of His Lordship.
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It was almost too much for a cat to bear.
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That little chucker got comfy… and stayed.
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No matter how crazy it drove our resident feline.
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🤣
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