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News you can’t use.

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With menopause, bunions and a bad knee… I’m having enough trouble with 58. Screw 200.

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I’ve flown out of Boston’s Logan airport many times. Three weeks doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibility.

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I’m sorry, but that just bites.

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Finally… a scientific formula for choosing vacation destinations.

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I call foul.

I am neither loud nor boisterous, and am literally risk aversive. But Rome? I’m good with that. History, pasta and Limoncello sound like my kind of trip.

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I love my state. We have a festival devoted to clams and award those who can shuck them the fastest.

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Splooting.

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Remember the picture I posted 10 days ago?

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My nemesis, momma red squirrel… doing what I assumed was chilling on the grass near our kitchen landing?

As it turns out, she wasn’t chilling.

She was splooting.

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While I’ve always believed I have a well rounded vocabulary, splooting has been noticeably absent.

Until now.

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The fur on their bellies is thinner than the rest of their body so in essence, they’re performing a heat dump.

Splooting.

There’s nothing like the satisfaction of learning a new ludicrous word.

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The search continues.

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The husband and I hit another antique store yesterday, but failed to find any appropriate vintage beer or whisky crates for my vinyl collection. (okay, I did see a Budweiser crate but even I have standards)

I’m afraid the search is proving fruitful in only one aspect.

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And that’s enlarging the number of albums I need to house in the first place. But I was happy to find 13 of the same records I lost decades ago. A few covers are in rough shape, but for $2 each I won’t complain.

And lest you think the husband came home empty handed, he found a treasure for the man cave as well.

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A wood bound mixed drink recipe book from 1941.

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It’s a hoot and has some interesting drawings.

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As with anything the husband purchases, he always tells me to look it up and see if he paid too much.

This was the first listing I saw.

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Yikes! I was impressed he only paid $15 until I saw a bunch of others ranging from $20-100.

Good luck wdan1351. If you manage to sell it for that price? Please let me know.

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Round two at the Pig

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Our second trip to the Blind Pig Tavern was shorter but no less wonderful than the first. Jumping back into their amazing craft cocktail menu, I tried a strawberry rhubarb margarita.

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I dislike rhubarb. But this was made with fresh strawberry purée and the rhubarb balanced the sweetness perfectly.

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The pole of shame, reserved for those who don’t pay their bills or stiff the waitstaff.

This visit was a quickie with just drinks and appetizers, but neither disappointed.

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Yes, it looks like they were wrapped in condoms, but the cold marinated shrimp with cherry tomatoes, spring greens and avocado in rice paper with tequila lime aioli was sublime.

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As were the wings and Philly cheesesteak flatbread.

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The pear mojito? Magnificent!

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Their array of dried fruit is impressive and rotates in clever little containers like this.

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The on tap beer list?

It’s folkin’ hoppy.

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And then there was dirt….

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Since the stone border was complete, it was time for the next step. Garden soil.

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Thankfully our local Agway had a giant pile and it was only a few miles away.

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(Action shot)

Though why my husband kept bringing back such small piles I don’t know.

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He made 7 trips, half a yard each time. And I kept spreading it while he went back for more.

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I’m hoping it’s good soil.

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But I’ll mix some fertilizer in before I plant just in case.

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Another action shot.

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It should not surprise you to learn that halfway through the process the husband decided I was raking incorrectly and relieved me of the job.

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Stone garden border project… day 9.

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Viola!

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The what seemed like never ending stone perennial garden border construction is complete.

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Yes, it’s much smaller than I wanted.

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But I’m pleased with it all the same.

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It was a lot of work and the husband did a great job.

But the best part? Our marriage survived all the arguments it caused.

Next up? Dirt and flowers!

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P.S….. I wrote this a few weeks ago. The lawn is actually the crunchy brown from yesterday’s post.

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Dry as the proverbial bone.

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Our carefully tended lush green lawn is gone. Baked to a crisp by record breaking heat and dry weather.

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How dry? Severe drought dry…

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How hot?

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Feels like 108 degrees before 10 in the morning hot. I live in Maine FFS! This is not supposed to happen.

That bright green patch of sod we laid?

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Dead.

My full and healthy for the past 20 years boxwood shrubs?

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Dying.

The brand new flowering crabapple tree we planted on June 7th over my mother’s ashes?

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Might soon be joining her in the hereafter.

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It’s beyond depressing at this point and moving toward the panic stage. We live in the country and rely on a well for water. As much as I’d like to water the garden, I can’t. Hell, I’m down to doing laundry twice a week and not flushing for number one.

(TMI? Sorry.)

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As I type this, yet another flash thunderstorm is moving past us without a drop of rain falling.

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Now that’s just cruel.

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