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We had a new guest at Casa River yesterday.
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Running up and down the driveway at lightning speed.
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They’re cute little fellows we rarely see on our property.
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A shorebird who often nests alongside fields..
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The killdeer emits a shrill shriek of a call and is famous for pretending to have a broken wing and luring predators away from its nest with its supposed injury.
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Cute.
And smart.
Not to mention fast.
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I know you’re all probably tired of me ranting about artificial intelligence, but sometimes I have to.
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See?
I had to.
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Judging by the body to penis ratio of that rat?
I don’t think this error was too difficult to detect.
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With overcast skies and rain in the forecast my husband and I headed to the Barn Mahal for an afternoon of entertainment.
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Stepping on the porch, I realized we had a squatter.
Do you see it?
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In the upper corner to the right of the door.
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Someone has built a nest.
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After beating my husband at two games of Scrabble, we switched to pool… where my husband is guaranteed to win.
I like to play but I’m not very good. Can’t bank to save my life, but I won four out of ten so at least it wasn’t a rout.
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How long did we play?
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Long enough to require a keg change.
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We tried a new restaurant the other day which is something I love to do. If it was up to my husband we would go the same three every time we eat out because he’s an absolute creature of habit.
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City Farmhouse Kitchen and Bar in South Portland.
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The description was urban style with farm to table food. Sounded intriguing, so away we went.
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On first glance the cocktail menu looked stellar. Fresh fruit purées, homemade bitters and local herbs.
Yes please!
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I started with the strawberry basil mojito… which was so good I ordered two.
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I could happily have emptied a pitcher with my less than palatable crab cakes. The tiny things came out of the kitchen in a flash and had that hard crunchy coating that screamed frozen.
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On the plus side my husband’s lobster bisque was divine.
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It was an attractive place, modern with a few strange “farmy” touches.
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Like the fake grassy turf above the bar televisions.
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Sadly the main portions of our meals were disappointing. The husband’s roasted squash ravioli with root vegetables and sage brown butter were hard as a rock and dry….
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While my chicken tagliatelle with spinach, mushroom and pine nuts was dull as toast. The porcini cream had no flavor and the pasta was pasty.
My third cocktail however, the Indian Summer, was lovely.
Bombay Sapphire Gin, St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, Fresh-Pressed Lime, Splash of Cranberry, Muddled Pink Grapefruit, Splash of Bubbles.
Conclusion?
Go for drinks and not much else.
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I made the rounds of a few more furniture stores looking for coffee tables the other day.
And because it’s me, and I’m looking for something simple… you know I didn’t find it.
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I don’t need a coffee table with baskets.
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Or one that looks like an old library card cabinet. Though that cat certainly seems to be enjoying it…
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I don’t need a coffee table that Lord Dudley would shred in a hot minute.
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Or… again, one that looks like a canoe.
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Those things are everywhere.
3 more large stores searched and I’m still empty handed.
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Though if you need a telephone booth wine bar I can point you in the right direction.
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Why eat standing up…
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When lying down works just as well.
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There are so many articles about AI right now, some are disturbing.. some are just ridiculous.
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I think that qualifies as ridiculous.
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Who knew “Her” would be so prophetic?
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If it makes Elon cringe, it must be bad with a capital B.
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Uh, correct me if I’m wrong…
But that sounds like it’s going to be everyone’s problem.
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If the man disappears, buys a cabin in the woods, unplugs from technology and lives off the grid as a hermit? I think we can all guess what he saw.
Gulp.
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Day 3, last 10 feet of drainage ditch.
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For a total of 30 perforated feet.
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I really hope this helps the flooding because it was a serious sh*t ton of work.
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The amount of stone and rock they hauled out of there was ridiculous.
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But it’s done.
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And now we wait for a big rain storm… with our fingers crossed.
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Because it’s fun, that’s why.
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I’d be happier with changing one hundred things instead of just one at this point in my life.
Chubby thighs. Menopausal belly. Eyes that need reading glasses. A blown knee. They all drive me crazy, but if I only get to pick one…
I want my young feet back. Not these 60 year old hooves that ache with literally every step due to bunion damage. Finding comfortable shoes is a complete horror show if I don’t want to your wear grandmas orthotics… which I don’t. I may be 60, but I’m a rather young 60 and still care about style. Even if it’s only sneakers and boots.
I long for the feet of my 20’s, 30’s and 40’s when I could wear whatever I wanted.. pain free. Things started going south in my 50’s, but now that I’ve turned 60 I look down at my crooked toes and cringe.
Feet.
I want young feet.
How about you?
What body part do you want to change.
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Work continued on the second drainage pipe ditch.
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It’s hard work.
Hard on your knees… hard on your back.
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Because my husband didn’t want to damage the lawn any more than necessary the trench was dug by hand…. with a pick ax and trowels.
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And once it was laid, attached…
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And covered over, my husband decided he wanted another 10 feet of pipe.
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Which meant more work and more rocks.
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To be continued…
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