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You never know what’s going to turn up on my little town’s Facebook page. It could be relevant community news….
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Or not.
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Our UPS guy totally rocks. He leaves dog biscuits for all the canine residents whether they’re barking at him or not.
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See? You can’t even give that stuff away.
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If there are synchronized dancing peppers wearing sombreros? I’m totally going next week.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten sleeps in some odd positions.
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I look, and think he must be uncomfortable… but the wee beast sleeps like that 19 hours a day so I must be mistaken.
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Have you ever tried a recipe and had your hopes for decadent dessert deliciousness dashed?
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That’s what happened when I found a recipe for caramel banana upside down cake. I painstakingly followed the directions… and while it looked and smelled wonderful?
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It was a banana topped brick. I swear I could have used it as a doorstop… or to bash in someone’s head. The husband and I took one bite a piece and heaved it in the trash.
Tres disappointing.
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But I passed this woodpile later in the day…
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And had to smile.
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Be sure to ask for an extra stabby grabby the next time you go out to eat…. and think of me.
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Consisting of 450 oceanfront acres , there are ample opportunities for strolling.
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The resort itself spreads out in various areas with various types of buildings… and gives you a feeling of stepping back in time.
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Individual cottages straight out the 1950’s are across the road from modern condos.
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And everywhere you look there’s something photo worthy.
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The rugged Maine coast is on full display. No wide sandy beaches in this neck of the woods.
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The resort has their own cruise boat and offers scenic tours of the area.
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And naturally my husband had to strike up an hour long conversation with the boat’s captain.
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Ever spent the night in a lighthouse inspired suite? You can here.
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And it’s right across from a moonlit dancing lobster. What more could you want?
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Low tide.
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Another cottage.
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The cove.
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Ahhh…. Maine.
It never fails to lower my blood pressure.
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Interesting. The 6th picture on my phone takes us back to July of 2013 when the husband rescued a baby robin from the middle of our road.
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He lived with us for almost a month and we named him Little Cheeper. As you can see he was also a little pooper.
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He was a sweet little guy and I fattened him up with worms, canned dogged food and fruit. I hand trained him, and before long he was flying all over the house.
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It was tempting to keep him as a pet…
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But in the end I couldn’t, and we let him fly free in our backyard.
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But back to the game…
Little Cheeper killing me?
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Nah, I’m not buying it.
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You head for lunch on the coast.
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And this time we picked Sebasco Resort in Phippsburg.
There are two restaurants on site, but unfortunately the nicer one with the full menu was closed due to Covid era short staffing.
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So we made do with The Ledges pub.
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The outdoor patio area was filled with tourists so we had to sit inside… but the views were just as nice.
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As were the cocktails. Two basil refreshers later, it was time to order.
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We both started with the clam chowder which was good, but I’m a Mainer and quite picky about giving two thumbs up to chowder.
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Husband had a perfectly prepared baked haddock with white wine and butter…
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But my fried scallops were less than satisfactory. The batter was thick and way too crunchy… and Holy Hell, dripping in enough grease to lube two cars and a pick up truck. Blech.
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If I’d been able to open the window I would have fed them to this fellow.
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Thankfully the pub redeemed itself with a nice wild Maine blueberry pie a la mode.
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After our meal we attempted to walk off the pounds.
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To be continued….
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Headline news is a little different in my small Maine town.
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Record breaking pepper? Someone call CNN!
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While I do have experience in caretaking bossy, moody diva cats and I seriously love me some chickens… fish? They’re just too needy.
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Momma Mia! That is one huge wasp domicile.
And finally, I saved the best for last.
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I’m crossing my fingers and toes this idea becomes a reality… and shall donate accordingly.
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I was giving myself a pedicure the other day and Lord Dudley Mountcatten was fascinated.
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He did not however like my tools.
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When I got tired of picking it up off the floor? I quit.
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The next time I get a boo boo? I totally want to cover it with a bacon bandage.
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How hot has it been in Maine?
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Hot enough that even the turkeys are seeking shade.
And speaking of hot….
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Damn.
Now that’s hot.
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I spent a long over due retail therapy day with my girlfriend recently. Of all the things I’ve missed over the past year, that ranks pretty high on the list. One of our stops was Goodwill, where I saw this:
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Here’s hoping they hire someone who knows how to spell this time.
Further down the road, I saw this oddly named store.
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And something tells me they’re not talking about the corned beef variety.
At TJMaxx I found this disturbing product.
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No need to wash that blouse you’ve worn 27 times. Just give it a little spritz and be on your malodorous way.
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Halfway through our shopping extravaganza… it was time for lunch. This is normally not a problem since South Portland has a plethora of restaurants. But since no one wants to go back to work, every single place we tried was understaffed and had an hour long wait. With a groan of desperation, we ended up at Red Robin where I spotted a most unappetizing burger on the menu.
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#1. Putting a burger between two pieces of greenery does not magically transform lettuce into a bun. Just, no.
And more importantly –
#2. Do not name your abomination of a burger ‘The Wedgie’. Creeping underwear issues do not make my mouth water.
(And if they make you salivate? Please exit my blog and don’t come back.)
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Can you see her?
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I didn’t at first, but then she started chattering.
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Even then she was hard to spot.
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Who knew momma red was so good at blending in….
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And it’s clear from the hundreds of dollars I’ve spent on deterrents… I can’t.
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Yeah, I gave you a chance…. and they ate right through you.
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You might as well join them.
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Or rather feed them your fruit and salad scraps in the hopes they’ll leave your flowers alone.
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Watermelon was a huge hit. They positively inhaled that.
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But honestly, would it kill them to wipe off the scowl off their faces and maybe shoot me a grin now and then? I think it’s the least they could do.
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