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He was not impressed.

December 18, 2021 Rivergirl 26 Comments

We had our first light dusting of snow last week and the husband thought he’d let Lord Dudley Mountcatten experience it firsthand. (Or paw, as the case may be)

A thorough sniff was taken from the doorway.

And tentative steps were taken…

Then he beat feet under the table where there was no snow.

A few seconds were spent in internal debate before scuttling out the other end and trotting back to the warm house…

Where a not so subtle request was made to ignite the heating pad.

Impressed by snow?

I think that’s a resounding no.

6-8 inches are forecast tonight. Can’t wait to plop him in the middle of that tomorrow.

😈

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Maine, glorious Maine.

June 6, 2021 Rivergirl 38 Comments

I think you all know I adore my state. It’s scenically beautiful and far enough off the beaten path for our weirdos to be considered delightfully quirky. So let me share a few other reasons Maine is a wonderful, if slightly odd, place to live.

You’d be surprised how often these potentially fatal conversations take place.

And yet they all try.

If you’ve never seen a real live moose in person? Trust me…. they’re huge and will total your car when hit.

Many people will tell you it still tastes like horrible medicine, but I love it. Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream? Mm, mm, good.

I personally know of 7 Hardscrabble Roads… but hey, no one said living in Maine is easy.

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Hope springs eternal.

March 13, 2021 Rivergirl 14 Comments

Yes, the husband bought another tarp in anticipation of another rain storm.

And yes, he decided to put it on the roof on a windy day.

What a good idea that was.

Was I helping?

Yes.

Was I also laughing my *ss off and photographing the endeavor?

Of course.

At least this tarp is heavier and smaller so it doesn’t hang over the side and flap in the breeze like the last one.

Will it stay on the roof during a storm? Doubtful, but not for lack of trying on the husband’s part.

Required shot of our backyard with the paltry amount of winter snow taken from the top of my ladder.

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Random winter clutter

March 9, 2021 Rivergirl 17 Comments

In Maine, in the winter…. the shrubbery arms itself.

Come at me with that hedge trimmer now bitch. I dare you.

Cow on a plow. Take that you flakey little green troll.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten enjoys the morning sun shining through my filthy windows and likes to relax on the back of the sofa.

He’s so relaxed that sometimes he falls sound asleep and lands on the sill.

And tries to pretend is was on purpose.

Nice try Dudley, but I know better. I heard the plop.

Next up, Maine wisdom from The Flatlanda in Fairfield.

And speaking of winter, we’ve had a decided lack of snow this season. Mere inches that melts shortly after it falls. In previous years March looked like this:

That’s my husband walking the road in front of our house.

This year, we have green soggy grass. No climate change my *ss.

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Snow globe dining.

March 7, 2021 Rivergirl 19 Comments

Maine people have always known how to work around the weather. And though this winter has been mild compared to previous years, Covid restrictions have required businesses to use their imaginations like never before.

Pineland Farms started life as a state run institution for the “idiotic and feeble minded” in 1907. Many horror stories floated out of those buildings, some from my cousin who worked there with mentally handicapped children in the late 70’s. It was closed in 1996 due to scandal and rumors of unsatisfactory care and has since undergone an amazing transformation.

Nature trails, event weddings, a farm cooperative and store. They sell the beef they raise and the produce they grow. They make wonderful cheese and have a tasty little restaurant.

But now?

They have life sized snow globes as well.

What’s not to love?

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Look who’s back.

March 1, 2021 Rivergirl 35 Comments

I went out to the mailbox the other day, battling a fierce wind and falling snow, and saw paw prints. This isn’t unusual at our house, critters visit on a daily basis. But when I came back in the house and heard a cry outside, I knew.

The lovely stray cat we’d taken in, fallen in love with and then had to return to his owners? Was back.

He was soaking wet, shivering and skittish…. but I managed to lure him into the barn with a bowl of food.

The poor little guy. What the hell! Why was he out in the cold again?

After two full tins of Fancy Feast, he jumped up on the pool table….

And took a bath with the heat blowing straight on him.

I left him warm, fed and comfortable…. and headed into the house to call his owner and rip her a new one.

One not so polite phone call later she showed up with a carrier and swore she made a vet appointment for him to be neutered next week and has done her best to keep him in the house. But she also told me her husband opened the bedroom window a crack and the cat escaped. (Open window, with no screen, in Maine, in February? Not likely) She said he’d only been gone for an hour but our house is over a mile away so I doubt that too.

I swear if we hadn’t adopted Dudley…. I would have just kept him this time.

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Of sarcasm and gutters.

February 27, 2021 Rivergirl 15 Comments

This store has my name written all over it.

My husband would tell you we don’t need any more sarcasm here, but I beg to differ.

And maybe that’s what was wrong with this month…. I didn’t make it my bitch.

Snow, rain, freeze, ice, melt, repeat.

And by repeat…. I mean I keep repeating fix the damn gutter! to my husband so I don’t have to listen to this all day long.

And in case you’re wondering what kind of weather we have in Maine?

That sums it up nicely.

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Winter visitors.

February 25, 2021 Rivergirl 13 Comments

Winter snow and cold has finally moved in to Maine and I for one am pleased.

It’s winter!

I want snow!

Our deer are only coming at night now and it’s hard to get pictures through the windows.

The least bit of movement on their part overwhelms my iPhone’s shutter and results in furry blurry blobs.

Along with the cold and snow has come the wind, which I could actually do without. Menopausal heating only goes so far, and while I’ll walk outside comfortably in 20 degree weather with only a light shirt… the wind cuts like a knife and even my interior furnace is working overtime.

Just ask this poor cardinal.