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A scenic drive that ended with lunch at the shoe factory.

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When it’s a beautiful summer day in Maine, you grab your husband and head west.

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Not quite to the mountains, but we could see them from our windows .

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Destination? A highly recommended Italian restaurant in an old converted shoe factory.

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It was a rustic place, full of exposed beams and brick.

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No, I didn’t order that.

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I went with a fruity white Sangria instead.

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Cheesy garlic bread appetizer with homemade sauce started us off.

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It was too windy to sit outside but we did watch the umbrellas tip over a few times.

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Our meals were amazing. Decadently rich grilled chicken Alfredo for the hubs, Burgundy marinated filet tips on vegetable risotto for me.

We were stuffed and since the portions were hardy, went home with ample leftovers… but that didn’t stop us from ordering dessert to go.

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Yours truly is not leaving an Italian restaurant without Tiramisu.

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Calzolaio Pasta Co, is going on the list of River approved dining spots.

How could it not? On the way there….

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Cows!

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Random nonsense

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Whoever said if you don’t like the weather in Maine, wait a minute wasn’t kidding.

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This is what early June looks like. It’s enough to give you whiplash.

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Another one bites the woodchuck dust. It was a fully bloomed stock. Graceful stalks filled with fragrant pink blossoms. May she rest in peace.

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Route 1 in Wiscasset was closed last week due to an accident. Apparently the Wicked Witch was in town.

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This hall closet contains coats, (spell check changed that to goats which would have been much more blog worthy, sorry) assorted LL Bean bags, a pair of snow boots, extension cords, a pillow, two blankets, a step stool, 4 umbrellas, a lobster pot and the air conditioner we just put in the window.

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Since it’s always full of the aforementioned clutter, Lord Dudley Mountcatten only gets to explore it twice a year and made me wait half an hour to put all the stuff back in there.

Cats.

They’re easily amused.

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It certainly doesn’t look like 3+ hours work.

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First, I weeded the garden bed.

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Which…. when you’re old adjacent at 59 and have a blown knee… isn’t as much fun as it used to be.

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Then I sprinkled a container of shake and feed bloom booster.

And worked it into the soil with a blister boosting rake.

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Then I watered the soil and planted the few flowers the woodchucks left me.

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Three hours plus for a few measly perennials.

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$200 worth of flowers barely made a dent. That’s just wrong.

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Boo to shuttered breweries and bad lunches.

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After we finished with the antique store in the old mill, we strolled around and checked out the rest of the building.

Stores and office space on the first few floors, luxury apartments on the top.

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I loved this reclaimed bench.

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I did not love the fact this brewery was empty and shuttered tight. Boo to that.

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This is the Silver Street Tavern which came highly recommended.

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I passed on the Afternoon Delight as I prefer not to drink sh*t… good, in a cup or otherwise. I went with the Key Lime Gin Fizz…

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Which tasted just like a basic gin and tonic… so meh to the cocktails.

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The husband started with his go to appetizer, French Onion soup. Sadly it was sub par with a strange charred flavor.

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His chicken pot pie wasn’t really a pie and while the flaky top looked promising, it was cold, full of potatoes and quite dry.

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I went with the homemade crab cake sandwich and call bullsh*t on the homemade. It was tiny and tasted like a frozen Mrs. Paul.

Needless to say we won’t be returning there for another meal.

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First baby chuck sighting.

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It was bound to happen. Momma woodchuck found a safe home under our barn and she’s going to raise all her children there from now on.

Yesterday I spotted the first baby nibbler.

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I know they eat all my flowers, but damn it. They’re so stinking cute!

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There are four children this year and they’re just starting to venture out in the open.

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As long as mom is around that is.

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My garden is doomed.

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A day of antiquing… part 3.

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Our third and final antique store of the day was the one we set out for in the first place.

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Housed in an old refurbished mill in Waterville it was a wonderful place, full of charm and character.

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Check out that door!

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It was a bright and airy space with well organized dealers.

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I’ve been searching for an old wall phone exactly like this ever since we built the man cave/ Barn Mahal. This one was dirt cheap…. but the broken mouthpiece and missing crank handle were the reason why. 🥺

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My bunions hurt just looking at these shoes.

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A little bird whimsy for your viewing pleasure.

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Here’s the husband, checking out some vintage golf clubs.

And then?

I turned the corner. Which was a big mistake.

Huge.

Because it was there I found the horrors.

Brace yourself.

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Christ.

As if creepy old dolls don’t give me the heebie jeebies when they’re complete… I have to run into the eyeless, hollow headed, zombie babies from Hell.

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And if you think this one wasn’t so bad?

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The little demon child had teeth!

Ack!

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A day of antiquing… part 2.

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Store number two on the antique day trip was chock full of horrors.

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I’m going to have nightmares about that maniacally grinning clown.

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Interior design flaw aside, the use of deer body parts in lamps is never a good idea.

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As always I was looking for another alcohol related crate for my vinyl collection. This did not fit the bill.

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Anyone ever see these? It was some kind of giant video disc and player. Larger than a vinyl 33 album and much heavier.

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Gloriously easy my ass.

Our purchases? I’m glad you asked.

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A pricey vintage stereoscope 3D viewer.

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You see the handheld models now and then but this one was on a heavy base so the husband had to have it.

Does he own the cards to go with it? Yes.

Can he find them in his crap filled cellar? No.

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Why did we buy an old beer bottle?

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Because I already have the matching beer crate.

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A day of antiquing … part 1.

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It was a beautiful clear, cool day and I wanted to take a drive along the coast. So of course we went antique shopping instead.

And were greeted by some very pricey little green men at our first stop.

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$950 per seemed a tad high to me. But you have to admit they’d spark more conversation than that coffee table book about the Renaissance.

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This first store was overloaded with crap. And my husband dove right in.

Disagree with my crap description? Think the store was actually filled with treasure?

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There was a stack of cardboard rose boxes for floral delivery. All empty.

Treasure me that.

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Chairs?

There were a few.

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The only thing I liked was this Grateful Dead 40 year anniversary poster but the hubs wouldn’t let me hang it in the man cave so there it stayed.

Did he leave the store empty handed?

Please.

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He bought this old wagon wheel jack (left) and placed it next to his other old wagon wheel jack (right) in the barn.

If only we had a wagon….

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