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So you can understand what the natives are saying when you visit.
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When I first moved here I thought this was a ridiculous adjective. 43 years later? I still do.
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Never let a dubbah be responsible for the beer. No good can come from that.
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If you live in the back of beyond? Behind the puckerbrush, in bumblefuck Egypt? You live in the willywacks… and really can’t get there from heah.
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Read the following listing carefully.
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Possibilities of seasonal views. Which means – From your heavily wooded lot, in the dead of winter when all the trees are bare, if you stand on the edge of your bathroom sink and crane your neck to the north? You might see a tiny section of ice covered pond water.
Technically they’re not lying, but still.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his toys. He loves them so much he shreds an average of one a week.
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It’s a veritable catnip mouse slaughterhouse around here.
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That sums it up nicely.
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Do I need that?
Now that you mention it… I might.
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This sounds like the perfect summer cocktail.
Cheers!
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Ever since we painted the barn/man cave the perfect shade of red, I’ve been sputtering about recovering the porch furniture because now… it clashes.
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I recently bought some color coordinated fabric and found a local woman who’s going to do the job.
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Me… sew? Yeah, that’s not happening. So while I was waiting for the seamstress to tell me she was done with prom and wedding dress alterations, I saw this:
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WTH?
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The edges of all the cushions had been shredded!
I ranted, I blamed woodchucks. I cursed, I blamed mice. I sputtered, I blamed chipmunks. But guess what?
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The real culprit..
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Was a bird looking for nesting material.
Mother Nature. She has all manner of ways to drive you crazy.
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If you’ve ever visited my state and had a conversation with the locals, you might have been baffled by some of our regional expressions. You had no idea what the hell we were talking about? No worries… I’m here to help.
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We say this a lot. (But please ignore the ‘how’. It should be now.)
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Hint – “The County” is usually uttered with derision in southern Maine. Aroostook is potato country, way up by the Canadian border…. we have to pump sunlight to those people.
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This a is a very popular word in my neck of the woods. It affirms a position as well as cutting off the need for further discussion. Mainers can be a taciturn bunch.
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Personally, I don’t use this term. The word tourist and it’s synonyms… snowbirds, outta staters, Massholes ( specific to people from the Boston area ) are much more common. But these people do swarm our best areas from June to September and are extremely easy to spot.
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Like this couple we saw the other day.
Mainers. Do. Not. Wear. Bibs. When. Eating. Lobster.
Ever.
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Baby woodchucks are on the move.
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I spotted three.
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Make that four.
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And they’re cute as a button.
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I’m not sure if they’re actually living under the barn this year, or momma just brings them in for a nosh now and then.
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But I enjoy watching the little devils munch either way.
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Maine. Land of lobster, rugged coastal shores and more than a few quirky tourist attractions.
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Next time I’m in Bangor, I’m totally going to see that!
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A wall of sardine cutting scissors? Count me in!
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This is an oddity I’ve always meant to see, but never have.
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A concrete slab to keep her soul imprisoned? Mary sounds like my type of gal.
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I think I have to try it. Heck, I wiggle and wobble after a few margaritas…. we should get along fine.
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While I enjoy a good Hendrix riff as much as the next girl, the purple I’m talking about is of a different variety.
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Irises!
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Japanese Iris to be exact.
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They’re smaller and easier to deal with than their larger cousins.
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But still put on a lovely show.
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These pictures were taken a few weeks ago, before Maine started its horrible drought and heat wave. Things were still green, instead of the crunchy brown they are now. It’s amazing how fast the change can come. Today’s temperature?
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91 and feels like 104…. at 9:00am!! Unheard of in my state. Our two window a/c units are working overtime and barely keeping up. Even His Lordship is feeling it….
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Which is why I put him on an ice pack.
When I tried to remove it?
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I got the look.
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Glazed donut popcorn! A day late and a donut short, that’s me.
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As you know, Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes to look out the laundry room window. And since his Royal personage (catonage?) must be kept comfortable at all times….
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His human slave has attached a soft towel to cushion the Royal butt.
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That looks says he would have preferred velvet.
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No reason for that, it just made me laugh.
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Lost guinea hens are making the local news.
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Polite guinea hens apparently.
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I include this because it is a running bone of contention in Casa River. I never answer the phone if I don’t recognize the number. Ever! The husband on the other hand, can’t stand the thought of missing something important… you know, like car warranty extensions or Rachel from Card Holder Services. I repeatedly tell him the more he answers, the more junk calls we’ll receive but he never believes me. Hence the photo of the number one thing you should do to avoid phone spam.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a new octopus toy, which his mother put on his head in a feeble attempt to take his picture with a hat.
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His Lordship was not amused.
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Our resident mallard is really into his food.
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And yes, I meant that literally.
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The rival males still show up now and then.
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But our female has made her choice and they end up wandering around aimlessly…. as single men are apt to do.
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Standoffs with the woodchuck are still a thing.
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And the male mallard is showing some battle scars on his breast.
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But this day they were victorious…. and took a load off next to the spoils.
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Disturbing duck facts added for dramatic ending.
You’re welcome.
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In the continuing series Why does River keep posting this nonsense? I bring you the final squares of the centennial quilt.
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No it hasn’t taken 100 years to complete, it’s just the time span being celebrated by our little town.
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Does your town have yurts?
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Mine does.
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Hats off to creative women.
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And their needles.
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And now, what you’ve all been waiting for… ( or waiting to be over. Either way, you win) .. the completed quilt!
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And may I just say, bravo.
This will hang proudly in our town hall so all can enjoy the fabric wrought history.
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