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A nice surprise.

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The husband and I tried a relatively new restaurant/pub last week.

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And from the quality of their cocktails, I see a return trip in our future.

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The snow covered cranberry was delightful.

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As was the gin sipper, but it was this sign that got my husband’s attention.

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Now that’s a great idea, and clearly quite popular.

When our spinach flatbread appetizer came out to the table without the aforementioned spinach? The owner immediately came over and said a replacement was being made which he would box up for us take home, free. As was the fabulous error flatbread we were already halfway through. And when he saw my husband’s USMC hat? The beer was free as well. I could get used to this place.

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A fried haddock sandwich with dill aioli and a harvest salad with blackened chicken later, we were replete. After tipping large and dropping $10 on the bar to pay for a couple of veteran’s beers later… we walked out past this.

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Clearly there’s a history of service at this restaurant/pub.

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And while I’m not a religious person, I do appreciate the honor paid to our veterans.

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It’s like they’re not even trying.

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After the visiting the first Duluth Trading Post to open in the state of Maine a while back, I admit I wasn’t impressed. Turns out I am even less impressed with their product descriptions online.

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Even if true, that’s lazy marketing.

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Tactical soap? It must be going to war with your armpits…

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One roll of toilet paper in a box does not a kit make.

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That’s a bridge too far. Bitchin’ is about the only thing I do well these days.

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Vermont is calling.

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There’s a page you can follow on Facebook called “Only In …”. It profiles restaurants, resorts, scenic hikes and fun places to visit in whatever state you choose. I’ve found quite a few hidden treasures in Maine this way… but now Vermont is bootlegging my feed in an attempt to lure us over the border again.

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Hmmm..

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Staying in a Hobbit house sounds interesting, and the view is lovely.

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I wonder if there’s a height limit.

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A little bit of nothing much.

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As if cats aren’t goofy enough, there’s this…

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Weed bubbles? Lord Dudley Mountcatten gets crazy on catnip as it is, I have no desire to up the ante.

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A friend of ours just drove his RV down to Florida. It almost bankrupted him.

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Seriously? I could barely fit my luggage in there.

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There are lots of horrible things to see on the internet, This ranks right near the top.

So wrong.

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Holy cannoli!

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If you know me, you know I’d walk a mile for a good cannoli. (Okay, who are we kidding… with my bad knee? I’d drive, but that didn’t sound nearly as dramatic.)

And now? It looks like I’ll have to drive an hour.

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Yes boys and girls, it’s true. A small Italian market in Portland will now be carrying Modern Pastry’s ever so scrumptious tubular slices of heaven.

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Mike’s? Don’t even bother, it’s Modern all the way.

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There’s a reason Clemenza chose pastry over firepower, and trust me… it’s Modern.

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Dipped shell, Chantilly cream filling with chocolate chips. Be still my heart.

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The herd

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Saturday afternoon, the deer and the snow showed up at the same time.

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Our two little bowls of sweet grain don’t last long with a herd of 13 and there’s always a good deal of jostling for position. This includes outright kicking.

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It’s hard to tell, but our buck has finally lost part of his rack.

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And as the alpha male he usually gets a bowl to himself.

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For your viewing pleasure, deer tv.

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Reason, thy name is cat.

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There are many reasons I choose to blog from my iPhone instead of my computer.

#1. Since we live in rural Maine… land of slow as molasses internet service… it’s quicker.

#2. It’s portable, I can blog wherever I want and don’t need to be stuck behind my desk.

#3. I take most of my pictures with my phone so it’s easier to plop them in posts.

But the 4th and most important reason I rarely blog from my computer?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten, who sees no earthly reason why he shouldn’t sit right in front of the screen two seconds after I turn it on.

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Attention must be paid.

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Of icicles and emus.

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A melting and refreezing winter means ice. And ice means icicles.

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I don’t know why, but this one downspout on the edge of our garage always puts on a show.

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A few years back we measured it at four and a half feet. Of course come spring, all that melting and freezing will yield this:

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And that’s not nearly as much fun.

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I still haven’t discovered where the local emus are hiding, but from the price of those eggs I’m thinking maybe we should start raising them. $15 a pop? Yikes!

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