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I think I hear it screaming for a rug.

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Now that I’ve filled the new hutch and dressed the new table, some proper pictures.

The before…

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The after…

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If you’re a wood lover like us, you’d love this table.

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The grain swirls are marvelous.

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I have to admit the custom made Amish hutch turned out a lot darker than I hoped.

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And since the new floor is also darker than I thought it would be…

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I believe a bright new rug is in our future.

Did you notice my prominent placement of the family silver?

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This is going to be an utter nightmare to dust and keep polished, so place your bets on how long I can ( or want ) to keep this look.

The before…

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The after…

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Ceiling, beam, floor, baseboard moulding, back door and dining room furniture replaced… and to think it only took 7 months.

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We’re waiting on the living room furniture delivery now. They promised 6-7 weeks but you know how that goes…

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Only in Maine…

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I love my state for many reasons.

Scenic beauty, fresh seafood and a huge selection of craft breweries to name a few.

But it’s the bizarre and completely quirky things that constantly reaffirm its perfection to me.

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No.

I’m not making this up.

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It positively screams for a meme.

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No doubt.

At least the male dorms…

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Perhaps the word crotch didn’t have the same connotation back then.

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And because I always do my due diligence when blogging about strange things, I punched “Katie’s Crotch Road” into my map app.

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It does indeed exist.

Though my iPhone seems a little puritanical when it comes to spelling.

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Choking the cherry.

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During our last N’or Easter, my poor choke cherry tree took a hit.

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It’s an old ragged tree that was here when we moved in 20 years ago, but the blooms are lovely in the spring and the cherries are bright red in the fall… even if they are inedible.

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With all the rain and melting snow we’ve had, the high wind busted off quite a few limbs.

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So my husband went out to deal with the mess.

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And disturbed a few woodchucks who were sunning themselves on the stone wall in the process.

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It’s been a while since my husband has fired up the chain saw.

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And the fumes were toxic.

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But once the air cleared, my poor tree got a trim.

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And the wood shed got a pile of cherry.

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Roll out the barrel(s).

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Remember when I found that weirdly wonderful tropical beer at the Great Lost Bear a while back? After numerous fruitless (no pun intended) attempts to locate it for sale… I went to the source.

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Barreled Souls brewing in Saco. They’re a small batch brewery tucked away in the basement of a lawyers office. The days and hours their tasting room is open are limited… so we were standing tall at noon on a Saturday ready for some serious day drinking.

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23 plus on tap made for ample tasting.

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Known for their bizarre fruited sours and gose, we happily sampled.

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And then sampled a bit more.

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This brewery ages its beers in whisky barrels, rum barrels, wine barrels and even tequila barrels which makes for some very distinctive flavors.

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I was thrilled to discover I could order a keg of Little Havana for the man cave/Barn Mahal and the husband went with a 4 pack of Le Tigre.

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At $17 for a four pack it’s not cheap, but what is these days?

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