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Eerie skies, a plethora of lobster and how you know you’re getting old.

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Now and then, right before sunset in the summer… we have an eerie backyard light.

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Sadly none of those rain clouds dropped anything on us.

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But they made for pretty pictures.

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Now that is a bowl of lobster stew.

No tiny minced pieces or disappointing puree there. No sir.

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Much as I hate to admit it, I’ve finally reached the age where a new sheet of stamps excites me. I may have oohed when I first saw this one.

Sigh.

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I’d live here anyway, but it’s nice to know we have high rankings.

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This is now a skunk water dish.

Other backyard critters need not apply.

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The husband at a yard sale, or more precisely a barn sale.

The barn was filled with rusty old things and he was in heaven.

See the sign posted on that giant cabbage shredder?

He bought the shredder.

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Day 6… the barn, with a lobster meet and greet.

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On the last full day with our company, we honored their request. No more road trips, no more sightseeing…. just a relaxing day at home.

Or more specifically, the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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T. was like most men who cross its doorstep, instantly smitten and a wee bit jealous. I believe he mentioned wanting one, but I don’t think his wife was on board.

The day was spent playing Name That Crap..

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(Early vacuum cleaner)

Playing pool…

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With some interesting techniques…

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Shucking corn..

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And introducing our southern family to fresh Maine lobster.

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G. was a little leery at first.

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But ended up making friends.

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Never having cooked a live one before, T. was fascinated.

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And after some quality time with the bugs…

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Made his own friend.

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And then dropped him in the pot.

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Unfortunately it was at that exact moment our grill ran out of gas and things had to be moved indoors.

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Finally…

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We had a happy southerner.

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Back in the man cave, cracking instructions were given.

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And everyone enjoyed lobster.

Except me of course. I came up allergic to the succulent crustacean about 9 years ago and am unable to eat it without becoming violently ill.

Boo to that.

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The night ended with cocktails and a birthday cake that elicited a good bit of laughter.

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T.’s late father was a career Marine who, when done talking to his children would bark, “Dismissed!”

And since it was our company’s last night in Maine..

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It seemed an appropriate sentiment.

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Crustacean dining tables and beds by Q.

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Furniture shopping with my husband continues and I can’t say it hasn’t been interesting.

Live edge dining tables seem to be a trend, and while I like some of them…

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The ones filled with resin are a little too plastic-y for me.

Not to mention those low backed drafting chairs. Ouch.

And speaking of resin…

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Yes, I live in Maine.

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But even I don’t want cooked lobster pieces and parts in my dining room table.

While my husband was examining that abomination, I spotted something across the room that made me look twice.

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A James Bond ejector bed?

Push a button if you’ve got a headache… and bam! Bye bye Romeo.

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On closer inspection it was just a weird way of storing pillows.

Still might work if it had enough thrust though…

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Maine is an odd place.

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Here are a few tidbits worth sharing from my great…. but admittedly slightly weird, state.

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For anyone who has ever been north of Bangor, this is not a surprise.

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I’ve been north of Bangor.

It’s easy to do.

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Take a chair, give a chair?

Interesting concept.

Christmas can look a little different up here as well. Northern Maine is potato country…. and in Aroostock county?

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Potatoes take center stage.

Farther south? It’s all about the lobster and trees are made out of buoys….

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As well as traps.

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Santa?

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He arrives on a lobster boat, with an extra large lobster riding shotgun.

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As seen in Maine.

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For those of you not lucky enough to live in my beautiful state, here’s a peek at what you might see on any given day.

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Lobster. It’s everywhere.

Even at the gas station.

When you live on an island like I did, you party near the water on beaches, near the water on piers, and sometimes…

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On the water itself.

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These are pictures from a friend of mine who’s in a local band.

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The concert was staged on a float….

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Which means concert goers had to float as well.

And finally… I doubt there’s anything more iconic about Maine than a traditional lobster bake. If you’ve never attended one, you should. There’s nothing quite like it.

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The food… lobster, clams, potatoes, corn, onions and eggs are all covered with seaweed and burlap and set to steam over a wood fire.

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Clams and potatoes are wrapped in tinfoil.

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It’s a slow process but well worth the wait.

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Just don’t forget the butter.

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A whole lotta nothing important.

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I saw something the other day while driving up Route 1 and had to try and grab a picture. Pardon the bad quality but I couldn’t stop completely.

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I have no explanation for this.

Just had to share.

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In true Maine fashion there is now a radio station called Whoopie featuring a lobster holding a Whoopie pie.

You can’t make this stuff up.

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Epic Chinese take out menu fail.

And no, they weren’t trying to be cute.

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I haven’t tried this yet but it sounds good.

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Rainy days mean Scrabble tournaments in the man cave. Yours truly was getting some truly horrible letter combinations.

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But managed to sweep the husband in a three game series all the same.

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