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My tootsies are tickled, even if my wallet isn’t.

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Weeee!

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Bye bye flat and awful industrial grade dusty rose horror the previous owners laid….

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Welcome soft, plush, hella expensive but worth it Karastan Instinctive Flair Renoir Bisque.

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Seriously, until you walk on this barefoot you can’t begin to know what I’m talking about. It’s smooth and silky and sheer perfection.

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The installers were here for 6 hours, working nonstop… and they did a really nice job.

So nice, my husband took them out to the man cave/Barn Mahal for a cold beer.

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And then proceeded to show them all his treasures.

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They were a captive audience.

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Otto’s On The River.

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We discovered a new restaurant last week that is definitely going on our ‘must return’ list.

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Located in downtown Augusta, Maine’s capital… but nowhere near most attractive city.

There’s been a rejuvenation movement in the old section of town for the past few years. New businesses remodeling old buildings, fresh plantings… and most importantly, whimsically painted sturgeon.

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Otto’s was indeed by the river.

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And if it hadn’t been so hot we might have sat outside.

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This is a fun and quirky place.

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And though the main dining room was closed for lunch, we had no trouble bellying up to the bar.

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One fabulous summer sangria in…

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We were enjoying the vibe and chatting with the owner’s sister who was mixing drinks.

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Before long the owner came over with menus, and seeing that my husband was drinking beer… asked him if he wanted this little bit of ale that was just poured. They only have bottles and cans, nothing on tap… he said it was just the extra that would otherwise be tossed.

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Never one to turn down free beer, my spouse took a large swig… and almost threw up.

Turns out it was the olive juice the bartender was using for dirty martinis

Omg. I’m sorry… but I laughed.

I laughed hard.

The poor owner was beside himself apologizing and felt terrible. He was worried we’d leave a bad review and never come back.

To be continued…

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Have I mentioned the baby woodchucks like the deer grain?

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They really like it.

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So much so .. they sit in the bowl and repel all foreign invaders.

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The pickle algorithm is right. I don’t believe that’s refreshing at all.

Blech!

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Are you as tired of seeing AI artwork passed off as real photography as I am?

There’s something about the quality of it that’s very telling.

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I like fruit art as much as the next girl, but come on. No one is that good.

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And come on…

That’s not even close to believable.

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Mark – this is for you.

Please order and report back.

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I dare you to beat our backyard sunrise.

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He’s a determined trimmer.

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As I feared, the shrubbery at the front of our house received an extreme haircut.

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I know my husband needs room to replace the porch…

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But it doesn’t mean I wasn’t cringing when he fired up the trimmer.

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And when he was finished with those?

He moved along to the bushes in front of our office, which are equally as large but harder to reach.

How hard you ask?

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Hard enough that he had to come inside, open the windows and trim from there.

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Where there’s a will, my husband will find a way.

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An AI triumph.

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A few days ago I posted pictures of a starling riding around on momma chuck.

They were so cute I posted them on a Maine wildlife Facebook page as well .

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Lots of people liked them and left nice comments.

But then Facebook’s AI had to jump in, with its strikingly accurate portrayal of what it was seeing.

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Duck.

Chuck.

It was close… and hey, at least they rhyme.

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Peonies are popping.

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Peonies are the best.

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There, I said it.

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I’ll take a peony bouquet over roses any day of the week and twice on Sunday.

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They’re full and vibrant and smell heaven sent.

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We have two large bushes near our back deck and they never disappoint.

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They’re too high for woodchuck bubblers.

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For which I’m quite thankful.

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His Lordship enjoys them as well.

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Though that might just have been the sun.

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The b*tch is back…

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I feared this day would come.

And now it has.

She’s back.

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That horribly annoying, utterly destructive red spawn of a demon is back.

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I saw her running all over and around the back deck…

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Which means she’s looking for another nesting spot.

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My loyal readers will remember the hell she put us through when she had her devils brood in our eaves a while back. We evicted her, only to have her chew her way through the wall in the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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She’s no good, I tell you.

A veritable rodent menace.

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A walking buffet?

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In our backyard the birds eat at the bird feeders.

In our backyard the woodchucks eat under the bird feeders.

But now?

The birds are eating on top of the woodchucks.

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And that’s definitely something new.

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This juvenile starling rode around on momma chuck’s back for quite a while.

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Eating bugs I assume.

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And momma didn’t seem to mind at all.

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It was wonderfully bizarre.

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This last picture is my favorite.

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Nothing to see here folks. Just a bird riding a woodchuck…

Carry on.

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