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Shopping for a gift in the basement.

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We love our local. It’s not a fancy place just a small rustic pub where, like Cheers… everyone really does know your name. The business is owned by two men… one cook, one bartender and I’m sure it would come as no surprise to either that their decor leaves a bit to be desired. The building is old, built at the turn of the century and the pub room is entirely wood. The few decorative items displayed are vintage Maine… an old sled, some snowshoes etc. A year ago I framed a collection of antique postcards of the town as a gift. Since then my husband has been sputtering about donating something as well. So…

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We went shopping. In the basement. I avoid this part of our house like the plague due to the mess, the clutter and the absolute lack of organization. Truth be told I start twitching after even limited exposure… but I endured, for the pub’s sake.

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The husband was all for giving them random junk but I said no. It had to be something Maine… or at least bar related.

This is what I chose:

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A nice pair of vintage wooden skis.

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And an antique wooden whisky crate. Perfect… right?

Wrong.

As I was cleaning the cobwebs and wiping off years of accumulated dust, the husband looked up the items online. Wooden skis in good shape can fetch a premium price in Maine as summer people like to decorate their vacation homes and cabins, so when he found a similar pair listed for $550? He changed his mind about letting them go. The crate? $55-70 … so it went in his I may sell this at a flea market pile.

Sorry local pub, no gifts for you today.

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Scenic Cape Porpoise

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When your husband is newly retired and it’s a beautiful spring day? You take a drive along the Maine coast just because you can.

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Cape Porpoise is a small village in the town of Kennebunkport on the southern coast.

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It’s quintessentially Maine and therefore ruggedly beautiful.

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No words necessary, just enjoy the ride.

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Is it any wonder we live in this state?

❤️

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I love my town.

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As we’ve previously established, my small rural Maine town has a sense of humor. This was on full display today when I saw an offer of services on the town’s Facebook page.

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While I would have appreciated a good Mother in Law trap back in the day, the picture in this post will probably give me nightmares of the inevitable beaver uprising for weeks to come.

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While we had an extremely mild winter with very little snow this year, we did have rain. And ice. And more rain. Which lead to rapid melting, soft earth, mud and occasional washouts. Imagine driving over this section of road?

Yikes.

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Sadly, this is the only bunny I’ve ever seen in our town.

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I love my town

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Sometimes things look a little different in my state.

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Don’t knock it, you can carry quite a few six packs in that bucket.

Some of our locals are poets.

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The benefit of living in a small rural town filled with farms? Our food pantry is always well stocked for those less fortunate.

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Maine is on a temperature roller coaster right now.

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I swear I’m getting whiplash.

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But still…

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Life is good.

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I love my town.

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News from rural Maine…

The Abominable Snowman requires assistance.

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And I don’t know if this is a thing elsewhere, but Mainers save their egg cartons. Even if we don’t have chickens.

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Why do we do this?

Because winters are long, and we can.

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You know it’s officially cold when the ice shacks start appearing on the river.

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Wildlife sightings continue…

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It’s a good thing she got a picture. I wouldn’t have believed her otherwise.

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I love my town.

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It’s time for small town news again…. so city folk can see what they’re missing.

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No worries. Said piggy was reunited with his family and is safely back home.

The want ads in small rural towns tend to look a bit different.

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Spleeny- New England : peevish and irritable with hypochondriac inclinations.

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I’m almost afraid to ask why someone wants to rehome a skeleton.

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I’m going to pass this one on to my husband because he came home from breakfast with the boys the other day bitching that his omelette had gone up a dollar.

I know I’m paying more for groceries, it stands to reason restaurants are as well.

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