I know some people don’t like them, but I enjoy the memories that pop up on my Facebook feed showing the photos I posted on a particular day 5 or 10 years ago.
Today?
I saw this one from February 2013.
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The husband walking on the road in front of our house with a high backdrop of snow.
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This morning?
It looks a little different.
It makes me sad that real Maine winter storms seem to be a thing of the past.
In her never ending attempt to make me embrace kale, my girlfriend gave up trying to feed it to me and gifted me kale hair conditioner.
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The shampoo had matcha which is less revolting, but I’m here to report these products made my (considerable) head of hair feel like a Brillo pad. Keep kale where it belongs… in the garbage can.
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A winter morning peek out our front door.
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A winter evening peek out the same door.
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As seen in the grocery store parking lot. Is this driver extremely lazy… or blind? Those are the only two explanations I can think of to explain riding down the road with a large clump of snow on your windshield.
Still in search of that last vintage beer/alcohol crate for my vinyl, the husband and I headed to a massive antique mall in Oxford.
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And I have to say we were blown away. Parts of it had the normal antique mall booths with multiple vendors and then there was this room.
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Which was really more of a museum. Those vintage hand painted sleds were da bomb.
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There were some truly fabulous items.
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With fabulous prices to accompany them. We spent hours just in that one room. And then we moved on..
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My husband probably has a dozen of these old glass water bottles and frames, but that never stops him from looking for number 13.
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I nixed the idea of hanging that on the Barn Mahal door.
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Husband wanted to buy all these Trump dollars and use them to start our next fire, but I couldn’t stand the thought of that man riding all the way home with us even if I knew he’d end up in the ash pile.
We decided to beat the crazy Damn it, I have to take the wife out because it’s February 14th again Valentines Day crowds and spent yesterday having fun instead. When you’ve been married as long as we have, big romantic gestures are a thing of the past… and that’s fine. We started the day with a light lunch and cocktail at our local pub and then hit some antique stores.
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Where someone made art out of discarded lobster shells. Quirky, if not slightly disturbing.
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They say necessity is the mother of invention and this sled with skis seems to prove the adage.
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I found one vintage beer crate but it was full of bottles I didn’t want and a rotted bottom that wouldn’t hold my vinyl for long.. so I passed.
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Here’s the husband examining what was tagged as “A turban egg beater from the late 1800’s”
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Not seeing any colorful head coverings we realized the disc said “turbine egg beater”…. which, when you think about it, is equally as puzzling.
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Remember my post about Maine inventing chewing gum the other day? Glad the husband didn’t see this.
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After an afternoon of antiquing we ended at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner which was blissfully empty when we arrived.
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After a few lemon drop martinis and a fabulous cup of smoky clam chowder, dinner.
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Pan seared panko haddock with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes, almond compound butter green beans, crispy leeks and lemon dill aioli paired well with a blackberry margarita for me.
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And a very rare Wagyu beef filet with red wine demi glacé, pickled peppers, pea tendrils and maple butter roasted carrots for the husband. Both meals were fabulous as usual and we shared a coffee crème brûlée that we devoured too quickly to photograph.
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So today.. on the actual day, we exchanged cards and my other half gave me a fancy cupcake and a box of truffles.
Alright, there were originally six truffles in the box and I took the picture at 8:00am.
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