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Random around the house nonsense.

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It’s nearing the end of the growing season but my geraniums are in peak form. Go figure…

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Construction on the shed extension is progressing slowly.

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And look, it be fancy.

Windows.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten finally decided the new porch wasn’t dangerous and explored.

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The stone was particularly interesting and warranted much sniffing.

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As did the new door’s glass panels.

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Please note Polly the Polyphemus moth is still cocooned … weeks past her/his hatching date. I fear we’ll have to keep it safe until next spring now.

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Poles and more poles are going up across the road.

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I can’t tell you how much I’m dreading seeing those giant greenhouses. Losing our nice view is depressing.

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Entire pitcher of sangria worths depressing.

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This makes my heart smile.

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We had a surprise visitor the other day.

It was a childhood friend of my husband’s from Connecticut who had stopped by my BIL’s and wanted to drop in to say hello.

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After thoroughly checking out the husband’s new treasure, we moved into the man cave/Barn Mahal where I took a picture.

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(Husband’s brother on the left, old friend in the middle.)

If you look closely… in between my husband and his friend, you’ll see a framed photo on the wall.

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This photo, taken in Vietnam in 1968.

( Husband on the right, old friend on the left, brother next to old friend)

Three of those four men were reunited in our barn 56 years later.

That made my heart smile.

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Let the crab walk begin….

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Now that we had a giant hole on the front of the house, it was time to fill it.

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Which meant moving the unbelievably heavy new door into position.

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It may not look like it, but this thing was an absolute beast to maneuver.

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My husband and his friend literally crab walked it across the lawn.

Three steps. Rest.

Three steps. Gasp for air.

Three steps. Regret not paying a contractor to do the job.

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Slowly… it got closer.

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And then? It had to be lifted up the two granite steps.

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Which was even worse.

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Please note my husband is engulfed by an unforgiving yew bush at this point.

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Finally, it was in.

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Though, as you can see….

Not without issues.

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Wrapping up day 5 with ice cream.

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After a marvelous seafood lunch and cocktails in Perkins Cove, we reversed direction and walked back.

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Where the views were still amazing.

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Spending time with some of our favorite people always makes me smile.

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The gardens surrounding the resort at the end are lovely.

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And are always worth a few photos.

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Saying goodbye to Ogunquit, we headed up Route 1 for a well deserved ice cream break.

After a bit of searching, we found an amazing little place with an anything but little selection.

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In case you don’t want to count, there are 74 flavors.

And if you can’t decide?

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Why have one when you can have 6…?

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Their bathroom was fun.

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And even though I couldn’t escape the pickles…

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A good time was had by all.

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❤️

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Day 5… the Marginal Way cliff walk in Ogunquit.

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For day five of our sightseeing tour we chose Ogunquit.

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And my very favorite place to stroll…

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The Marginal Way cliff walk.

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Words aren’t really necessary…

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Just enjoy the views.

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A Tik Tok video was being made here.

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Here?

I think the husband is trying to speak seagull.

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The waterfront “cottages” along the way are pretty sweet.

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To be continued…

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A sub par lunch, an east end stroll and proof that you can’t go home again..

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After our walk on the beach, G.’s pants were wet so she changed into shorts. This left us trying to dry her clothing in the sun on the roof of the golf cart while we had lunch…. and that required a readying hand.

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The only lunch available this time of year was at the Inn.

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It’s a grand old building…

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That seems to have new management every time we visit.

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We were the only people in the dining room which didn’t bode well.

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Kelp burger?

Hmm… no.

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Tiny flavorless rubber mussels, brightly colored but mediocre cocktails and disappointing sandwiches left us unsatisfied …

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But the view was nice.

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Another shoreline walk on Hamilton Beach…

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And then we drove by my old home.

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Old is the proper adjective because the original section of house on the right was built in 1842.

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And while the old girl still has good bones, I admit to being disappointed by the crumbling stone wall…

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The untrimmed shrubbery, overgrown lawn…

And general feeling of lackadaisical upkeep.

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When we lived here everything was neat as a pin and my father had glorious rows of red roses on the inside of the front wall. I lived here from age 14 to 20 and the place is full of memories, not to mention ghosts of those I’ve loved and lost.

They say you can’t go home again.

I guess they’re right.

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Chandlers Beach

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Swinging around the bend from Chandlers Wharf, we visited Chandlers Beach.

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One of the largest sandy stretches on the Island and the site of many alcohol laden parties when I was young.

Walking along its shores, I was very glad sand can’t talk.

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G. seemed to be enjoying herself.

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A photo of the wharf from the beach…

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With the Casco Bay boat docked.

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Lunch?

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It’s hard to take a bad picture on the Island.

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Even when you’re 11 and a little leery of what’s being handed to you.

No worries, it was just beach glass.

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Back in our Rolls Royce touring sedan… T. was loving the Island experience and reiterating his desire to move to Maine.

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Which is when we drove by the only affordable fixer upper piece of real estate there.

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Day 4… our trip to the Island.

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On the fourth day of our favorite people’s visit we headed over to the Island where I spent my adolescence.

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There’s no bridge, so a $20 round trip per person boat ticket and a $20 a day parking pass must be purchased. It’s pretty, but no one said it was cheap.

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Waiting on the mainland dock I ducked into the freight shack to check if the initials I carved on the bench in my (misspent) youth were still there.

They were, as was this.

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Russel gets around.

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On the Island we landed at the Stone Pier and rented a golf cart for the day.

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At $330 I almost choked, but walking wasn’t an option.

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Our first stop was the west end where my husband’s mother and stepfather used to live.

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He was a lobsterman and walked right across the road to work.

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You can’t beat that for a short commute.

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This sculpture wasn’t there in my day, but it’s interesting.

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Chandlers Wharf. A pier on the opposite end of the island from where we arrived. The larger Casco Bay ferry from Portland stops here.

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The Island is beautiful.

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Home to roughly 350 year round residents, the population swells to 1,600 in the summer.

Boo to that.

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At 3 1/2 miles long and 1 1/2 miles wide, you definitely feel the difference.

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To be continued….

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Day 3… Boothbay Harbor

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And on the third day, River took them to Boothbay.

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First up was our very favorite drive along the shore in East Boothbay.

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Rocky beaches, the Atlantic ocean, stunning waterfront homes …

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And the private stone chapel we’ve always admired was open to visitors.

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We’d never been inside so we had to take a peek.

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Religious places aren’t really my thing, but this one was unique.

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And you can’t beat the view out the front door.

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D.’s husband T. fell in love with Maine right after this family picture was taken.

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I believe his exact words were, “North Carolina can suck it, I’m moving to Maine.”

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It’s not hard to understand the sentiment.

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The Maine coast is pretty damn amazing if I do say so myself.

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We spent the morning leisurely strolling and took lots of photos.

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Then headed for a fabulous seafood lunch down at the harbor.

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A little shopping followed.

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A walk across the footbridge…

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More pictures.

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And I was beginning to wonder if D. would be able to get her husband back on the plane at the end of the week.

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A flight of beer for the adults at a local brewery.

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And a flight of ice cream for the peanut at a local creamery.

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A quick stop at the Revolutionary War Fort Edgecomb…

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Where G. really wanted to go in but couldn’t.

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And then we called it a day.

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