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A little drip now and then….

 

Leaking roof saga continued.

Winter is the worst possible time in Maine for your roof to spring a leak … so of course, that’s exactly what’s happened.

Remember when I said I’d cringe every time it rains?

 

 

That’s the sound of me cringing.

It poured the other day… and so did our ceiling.

 

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So much so I had to add another pan.

Which drove the husband nuts when he came home…. and because he’s a man and had to do something?

 

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Yeah. He decided to climb up into the attic to see where it was leaking.

Naturally this isn’t as easy as climbing a set of stairs… because no.

Here at Casa River, we like a challenge.

 

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The den closet, home to an overflow of the husband’s useless crap  treasure.

(Yes, he collects old wooden hangers. Don’t you?)

 

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Half of one side had to be emptied and strewn all over the room….

 

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Because the only way to access the crawl space we call an attic is to remove all the shelving and climb up a hole at the top of the closet.

 

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A design paradigm we curse the builders for quite often.

 

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It’s a bit of a nightmare getting up there.

 

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And no, the husband didn’t appreciate me making a Kodak moment out of the experience.

 

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He wasn’t thrilled that I stuck my head up through the hole to offer advice either.

Men. There’s no pleasing you.

 

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But look… I found an antenna from the 1970’s!

 

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Did I mention there’s no actual floor up there? Just a few scattered pieces of particle board that break when you kneel on them.

 

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So after scuttling around like a crab and lying on his back…

 

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And pointing his flashlight near the section of the roof of the addition you can’t access from the crawl space, he did find where the water was coming in. Halfway up the peak, and running down the beams…. which we can find absolutely no reason for.

 

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Doesn’t this look like fun?

 

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Especially since there’s not a damned thing you can do about it until spring when you can rip off the shingles to find the bad spot.

 

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Meanwhile I’ll have this lovely and ever expanding wart to look at.

And every time I do?

I hear a cash register.

Ka-ching!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cape Cod Day 5… P’town, the breakwater and the seashore.

 

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Provincetown is home to charming inns…

 

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Narrow streets…

 

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And lovely little homes whose lawns you could mow with a pair of scissors.

 

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I don’t want to say they’re too close together….

 

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But, yeah.

 

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They kind of are.

 

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All roads seemed to lead to the ocean…

 

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So we did as well.

 

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Which is where we found a breakwater… made of rocks!

 

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That I totally wanted to walk, even in the rain….

 

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To which the husband said not no…

 

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But Hell no.

 

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First Landing Park? You’re looking at it.

Sign… grass.

Duly noted and photographed.

 

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With the weather getting worse, we gave up….

 

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And drove back to the resort along the National Seashore.

 

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Which… in the rain, from the car,

 

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Looked like this.

 

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Oh well….

 

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At least we were safe from the sharks.

Cape Cod Day 5…. P’town in the rain.

 

Done with our climbing for the day, we explored Provincetown.

 

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In the rain…

 

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From our car.

 

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If I’d had foul weather gear like this fellow…

 

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I might have been more inclined to wander.

 

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P’town is tourist mecca in the summer.

 

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Jam packed with people and bumper to bumper traffic.

 

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On a rainy day in early November?

 

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A veritable ghost town.

 

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Oh well…

 

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At least we didn’t have trouble finding a parking spot for lunch.

 

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At the Squealing Pig.

 

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Good drinks…

 

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Great clams…

 

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What more do you need?

 

 

 

 

Cape Cod Day 5…. and we’re climbing.

 

The Pilgrims Monument in Provincetown. We came, we saw, we climbed.

And climbed. And climbed. And climbed….

 

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Photo of my husband wondering why we don’t take relaxing vacations on the beach like normal people.

 

Completed in 1910 to commemorate the Pilgrim’s fist landing in Provincetown on November 21, 1620…. the tower is 252 tall and rises 350 feet above sea level.

(Those are Christmas lights radiating down from the top, not support wires. Because hey, if your monument is held up by wires? Even I’m not climbing it.)

 

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                  No alcohol allowed? They really know how to kill a girl’s spirit.

 

This is the tallest all granite structure in the United States, and every single massive piece of stone came from my beautiful state of Maine.

 

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Stairs?

There were a few…

 

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But thankfully there were ramps as well.

 

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And on the day we visited?

 

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It was so cold, windy and damp, the walls were sweating.

We climbed what seemed like forever…. and still had a long way to go.

 

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But there were windows along the way which we opened to peak out.

 

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At which point the wind practically knocked us down.

 

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Granted, looking down was a little nerve wracking.

 

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Good thing my vertigo didn’t kick in, I’d still be there.

 

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Onward and ever upward… we neared the top.

 

 

Run my *ss.

 

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Gimme a few more years and I’ll be crawling.

 

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A few more flights….

 

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Yay!

The top…

 

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Where it was raining….

 

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And blowing a friggin’ gale force.

 

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Time for a quick wild haired selfie…

 

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And a walk around the less windy sides with P’town spread out below…

 

 

 

A farewell to the gargoyles.

 

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And we headed back down to collect my sticker.

I’d earned it!

Things I like today… Part 9.

 

I like…

The Damariscotta Pumpkin Fest. We’ve never been, but someday….

Someday I’m going up there to watch people float down the river in giant pumpkin boats.

 

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I like…

The color coordination of fall leaves and the husband’s tractor.

 

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I like….

The idea of cotton candy cloud coffee.

 

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On second thought, to heck with the coffee…. just let me walk around with a sugar cloud over my head all day.

 

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I like…

People who are really, really devoted to a theme.

 

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Please note the skulls on the front grille.

Doesn’t that just make you want to yell….

 

green. Green. GREEN!

 

We had a very wet spring… and it looks like we’re going to have a very wet summer as well.

 

 

Our lawn is still part swamp, numerous perennials have drowned and I am beginning to feel moldy.

 

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At times it feels like we’ll never dry out.

 

 

But the result of all this infernal moisture is green.

 

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Sprawling lawns of verdant green…

 

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It took us a little longer to get Casa River in shape this year….

 

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Because as soon as the warm temperatures hit there was an explosion of growth.

 

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My pink honeysuckle was glorious and grew twice as wide.

 

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Every single shrub is screaming for a haircut.

 

 

And the plants aren’t the only ones growing.

We have a pair of foxes with a den in our woods. They come up every evening to feed and carry pieces back to their young.

 

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The woodchucks babies are scampering every where and curious as all get out.

 

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These two were fascinated with the husband’s wet, smelly work boots.

 

 

No accounting for woodchuck taste apparently.

Summer may have been long in coming…

But it looks like it’s going to be an abundant season.

A little rain, a lot of alcohol.

 

Saturday we had tickets to an afternoon festival promoting local beer and food. It was called The Taste of Summer and was being held on the old Navy base. The band were friends of friends and we were looking forward to it. Until the heavens opened up on the way over….

 

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It was raining, thunder was booming and people were standing on line wearing trash bags.

 

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We sat in the car for a while, thinking it would pass… which is when it started to hail and festival goers ran for cover.

Seeing that trash bags aren’t a good look for me, and I generally prefer to do my drinking while dry…. we left and headed for Boothbay Harbor.

 

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Which is always a good idea.

 

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Boothbay is one of our favorite places to walk…

 

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To sight see…

 

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To eat…

 

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And yes, to drink.

(Don’t be shocked, it’s been know to happen on occasion.)

 

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First stop… The Boathouse Bistro.

Best damn food in Boothbay Harbor.

 

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Appetizers were Coconut Lime Ginger Mussels for the husband and my friend.

 

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Those babies were huge!

Cajun Shrimp and Cheesy Grits for me.

 

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I hate grits. I love these.

Enough said…

 

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A Harborside Lemonade and a Summer Bliss later, I dove into Pan Seared Scallops on Parmesan Mushroom Risotto with Citrus Wilted Arugula. You could have killed me right then and there… and I’d have died happy.

 

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Husband had a deconstructed Beef Wellington with split lobster tail and goat cheese mushroom compote.

 

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Girlfriend had 2 rum punches and a Bourbon Brown Sugar Glazed Ribeye with rosemary fingerling potatoes and broccolini.

We were happy campers.

But onward.

 

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Technically it already had, we were two cocktails in… but the bar hopping portion of our afternoon/evening will now commence.

Trust me when I say a good time was had by all.

Second stop… The World is Mine Oyster. A bit of a dive, but keep walking… through the hallway, up the winding stairs, thru the restaurant and out on the deck?

 

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One of the best views of the harbor.

 

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And 2 sea green margaritas.

Life is good.

Third stop… The Harborside Tavern.

 

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This was a place we’d never been before and though we sat at the bar instead of enjoying the view….

 

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One extremely strong bourbon filled Perfect Storm later?

I didn’t much care. The bartender was so heavy handed she either loved us.. or hated us. I still don’t know which.

Fourth and final stop…. The Boothbay Harbor Inn, where things got interesting.

 

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Needless to say we were feeling no pain by then.

This is across the harbor from where we started and has a beautiful view as well.

 

 

Our bartender was an adorable little exchange student from Romania named Meihi.

 

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With whom my soon to be divorced friend was instantly smitten.

Of course Happy Hour Blueberry Mules may have had something to do with that.

 

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At this point it started to pour again….

 

 

So what else could we do but stay and drink?

 

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We drank. And made friends with a group that was staying at the inn.

 

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We drank. And watched the cute bartender play bar games.

 

 

 

We drank. Until the sun started to set and I figured we shouldn’t drink anymore.

For this…

 

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My cheeky friend flipped me off.

 

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Sunset.

 

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In Boothbay Harbor…

 

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Is a beautiful thing.

 

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My girlfriend trying to pole dance on the parking meter?

 

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Not so much.

 

 

Clearly some of us had a better time than others….