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We picked up the husband’s motorcycle from the shop last week.
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And a mere $1,100 later….
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He was back on the road.
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And though I was ready to say goodbye to the bikes…
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I knew he was enjoying the feel of the wind in ( what’s left of ) his hair.
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There really is nothing like it.
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And I’m thinking the bikes will probably be with us a bit longer.
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The husband was late coming home from breakfast with the boys the other day and it didn’t take me long to realize why.
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My husband’s favorite word is free. And a free table and chairs on the side of the road proved irresistible.
Was it a nice table and chairs in good condition? I think you know the answer to that….
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It was horrible. The table was covered in paint and stickers with an assortment of cracks and gouges.
The chairs? Eww.
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Stained beyond all hope of cleaning. But that didn’t deter the husband, no sir. He was going to fix everything and sell it.
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I couldn’t imagine who would want it, though the table was solid oak and expanded to 8 feet with the leaves.
He spent the next 3 days working on it and with a lot of elbow grease and nail polish remover, managed to clean the table top.
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At this point I felt he had suffered enough and introduced him to the wonders of Old English scratch cover oil.
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Not perfect, but a damned sight better.
To be continued….
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Nothing earth shattering today, just wanted to share a few recent photos of my glorious Maine.
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The first three are from a friend on the Island I moved to when I was 14.
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The sunsets are hard to beat.
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This last shot is from my current town, shared by a resident during a recent storm.
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❤️
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We’re officially down to one woodchuck.
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And he/she is making the most of the lack of competition., chowing down on the buffet in peace.
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Woodchuck….
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Or woodchonk?
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I’m leaning towards the latter.
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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.
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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.
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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.
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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.
Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.
So many reasons for leaky eyes.
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A local resident posted these photos, (which were actually postcards from 1933) of our neighbor’s house on our town’s FB page recently.
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It’s a beautiful old home which was once a rose garden farm.
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That must have been something to see. Can you imagine living next door to acres of roses? The scent would be heavenly.
Less fragrant but no less impressive? Our current neighbor’s vegetable farm across the street.
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There’s a long tradition of growing in my little part of the world.
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Husband wanted to go to the annual giant yard sale at the Cumberland Fairgrounds this past Saturday and you know only the lure of cheap treasure would make him wait on this kind of line.
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The gates opened at 9:00am. We were there at 9:01 and the line was already insane. This is just a fraction of it –
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Naturally the heat and humidity came roaring back with a vengeance that day.
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How hot was it?
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Bald men wearing trash bag hats hot.
Was the treasure worth the long line and $10 per person entrance fee?
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I didn’t think so.
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But you know the husband had to fully examine each and every table.
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We were there for nearly 4 hours. Me getting sweatier and crankier by the minute… him never failing to strike up a conversation with a fellow Marine.
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In his hands? Some kind of haying tool and an antique wallpaper ruler.
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And whatever this was.
Treasure?
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You be the judge.
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Zoolak?
This required some research. It certainly doesn’t sound tasty….
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And though there were vintage crates galore, not one was man cave appropriate… so I just came home with a few more albums.
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For Mistermuse –
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Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.
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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.
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The bath is simply a jump away.
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And perfect on hot days.
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As is splooting in the shade.
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Today Pineland Farms is
…. a 5,000-acre working farm, diverse business campus and educational and recreational venue that welcomes visitors to enjoy its beautiful rural landscape.
Pineland Farms’ mission is to provide a productive and educational venue that enriches the community by demonstrating responsible farming techniques, offering educational opportunities and encouraging a healthy lifestyle through recreation.
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But back when I was young, it was basically an insane asylum…euphemistically called the Home for the Feebleminded. My cousin worked there briefly in the 70’s and it was a complete nightmare. Think bedlam in the Victorian era. Rumors of neglect and abuse warranted decades of investigation until its closure in 1996.
Now?
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It’s a giant tourist attraction.
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When we’re in the area we stop at the market and have a bite to eat at the cafe.
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It’s a lovely place to just… be.
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Though I’m sure the feeble minded didn’t think so. Shame the money and attention couldn’t have been put to use back then.
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One of our favorite restaurants has been letting us down lately.
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And while the cocktails and atmosphere are still wonderful ( fresh blueberry mojito, yum!) the quality of the food has been going downhill. Garlic Parmesan wings? Dry and tasteless.
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Pricey pan seared scallops on risotto? Over cooked seafood on a soggy bed of mush.
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Burgundy braised short ribs? Chewy shoe leather. It all looked good, but wasn’t. So we’ve decided one of our favorite dinner restaurants will now just be one of our favorite watering holes.
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Cucumber and elderflower cooler? Yeah, I’m not giving that up.
And the regular bar crowd is a hoot.
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Mr. I Drink My Jameson With A Cover and A Straw In Case I Spill was back, and you have to appreciate a man who knows his limitations.
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