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Progress?

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I haven’t written a front porch progress report lately because we had a good bit of rain and a few days of serious yard work that stalled construction temporarily.

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But the husband is back at it… deciding that old warped middle frame board he tried so hard to save needed to be replaced after all.

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New boards …

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New braces…

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He’s making his way down the line.

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And started playing with the new composite decking .

I’m calling it progress.

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Trash pandas

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Along with all our other wild visitors we have raccoons, but since they arrive at night I’m rarely able to photograph them.

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Until the other evening when a pair showed up before sunset.

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They really are characters.

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Such expressive faces…

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And those dexterous little paws!

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These little fatties shimmy right up the center pole, knock the suet cages to the ground then empty them at their leisure. Those paws can open anything.

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I was hoping they’d do it while I was filming but no such luck. Seeing their big butts hanging upside down eating the orioles grape jelly is a riot.

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😊

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Leave no beer unturned.

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Boothbay Harbor is a lovely little town to explore.

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And nestled down near the water we found a new purveyor of beer.

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Footbridge brewing is small and quirky.

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And they don’t take themselves too seriously..

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It’s a laid back, rustic space.

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And as with any new brewery we visit, we sampled a flight.

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But as much as we wanted to, we can’t really recommend their product. Flat and tasteless, their beer needs a lot of tweaking.

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Giant googly eyes aside.

Just as we were about to leave, a fellow Marine joined us at the bar and a 45 minute conversation ensued. Thankfully for me there was a small cocktail list.

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And a poison apple kept me occupied.

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I’d never had Reaper’s Revenge before but oh my. It’s a spicy cinnamon liqueur that made my tongue tingle happily while my husband endlessly chatted.

After our brewery visit we drove out to East Boothbay….

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A gorgeous but little known area.

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Lovely old homes…

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And water views.

To be continued….

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Mine Oyster

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Mine Oyster is an oceanfront restaurant in Boothbay Harbor, Maine.

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It’s large, two storied with multiple dining rooms, a raw bar and a dance floor. …

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There are three outdoor seating areas. If you’ve been here before, you know to walk upstairs, take a right, and find the door behind the bar.

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It’s rustic, but has the best views in the harbor.

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Ahhh…

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Summer, on the coast of Maine.

It doesn’t get much better than this.

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We hadn’t been to the Oyster for a while so we were thrilled to see the new, improved and much enlarged menu(s).

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Blueberry mojito?

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Don’t mind if I do.

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Mine Oyster’s food used to be alright, but nothing rave worthy. Thankfully that’s changed.

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Our appetizers of herb butter basted grilled scallops on saffron creamed corn with crispy prosciutto as well as the jerk shrimp with hot honey were… in a word… amazing.

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Tequila sunrise? Why not.

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Along with the stunning views…

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Came my husband’s lobster with saffron cream and fresh basil over fettuccini. Ooh la la! Rich, decadent and divine.

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For me? A right regular fry up done to perfection. Clams and jumbo shrimp with batter as light and crisp as the ocean air.

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If you’re ever in the area… make a beeline here.

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Because it’s a Harley.

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Yes, the Harley is still for sale at too high a price.

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People stop and look but we’ve had no serious offers.

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I think my husband secretly wants to keep it and just enjoys talking about it to the people who stop.

This guy was very interested…

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Until he tried to start it and the (new, damn it!) battery was dead.

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Husband tried to jump it with a charger… but no dice.

Way to kill a sale Harley.

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Taking the cat for a walk. Or rather, a roll.

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We have almost 3 acres of carefully tended mown lawn. So naturally when I take Lord Dudley Mountcatten outside, he heads straight for the barren patch of dirt under our bird feeders.

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Yes, the bird viewing is up close and personal there…

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But the main reason is he likes to roll.

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The birds eat there. As do the woodchucks, the raccoons, the ducks, the fox and the deer.

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So many good stinky smells in which to cover himself.

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Sigh.

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