Tag Archives: wine

This has gotten out of hand.

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Climate change. One of the most important issues of our time.

Waters are warming, ice caps are shrinking, forests are burning. Hurricanes are more frequent, icebergs are melting, deserts are expanding. The precious ozone layer is being destroyed and temperatures are rising.

We know it, and yet most of us don’t care.

Well now hear this:

It’s beginning to affect the wine. …

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And shit just got real.

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Oh! The horror….

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A little of this and a whole lotta nothing.

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The husband and I reluctantly stopped at a tourist-centric restaurant last week which is something we try hard to avoid. Why do we dislike the tourist places? The seafood is usually sub par, ( it was ) the decor is usually tacky ( plastic lobsters, fake fishing nets) and the menu usually contains pictures they think tourists want to see.

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This is the world’s largest lobster roll, it sells for $100 and if you finish the whole thing by yourself? You’re made a member of the clean plate club. But that picture? Just… no.

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Required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten watching a flock of starlings.

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Finally…. An advent calendar I can get behind. Or under as the case may be.

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It poured the other night and as you can see…. the husband’s latest roof repair did not hold up. And if that wasn’t bad enough, my latest patch job turned out to be perfect for funneling water down the wall and creating liquid filled bubbles. This has been going on so long I’m tempted to just wrap the house in plastic and call it good.

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I’ve been known to have an epiphany or two while drinking, but wine that tastes God? That’s a whole other ball of wax.

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Color me surprised. I had absolutely no idea.

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Random drivel

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We enjoy our nightly skunk visitors, occasional air pollution aside. They’re comical to watch but their presence often involves residual piles of poo. That normally isn’t an issue, but this morning’s deposit has definitely crossed the line.

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What up skunk!

Three acres of grass, fields and woods and you have to void your bowels on our kitchen landing?

Not cool skunk, most assuredly not cool.

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Well that’s a unique wine review.

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And apparently not well received.

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Have you ever wondered what your cat is really thinking? Judging from this picture of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, I’ve done something unforgivable.

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Damn it, now I can’t either.

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Gambling and goats

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After I polished off another bottle of wine, we assembled at the picnic table to play a pseudo gambling dice game.

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It’s called Left Right Center, is ridiculously easy to play and will cost you $3 a game.

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I missed the first game, but enjoyed the second.

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Who won?

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Let’s just say my pockets were $39 fuller than when I arrived.

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Flush with victory, I strolled down to meet the goats and raised my glass in greeting.

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They’re such cuties.

And quite the talkers….

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Have you scratched a goat today?

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I highly recommend it.

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A Covid Christmas, seven months later.

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Now that the stage is set (see yesterday’s post) let’s check out the guests and festivities.

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Santa made numerous appearances.

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And I shared another version of my mankini Santa with this young man who was brave enough to wear it.

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Wine flowed freely.

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Though some guests didn’t approve of our edible flower embellishments.

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This young lady landed herself a new beau. Pre Med and good looking… her father approves. 👍

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Drinks were consumed on the deck, and goat entertainment was enjoyed.

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Eventually the party moved to the pool area.

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And food was enjoyed among Christmas trees and lobster pool floaties.

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Extra food was turned into art.

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(Art being in the eye of the beholder and better appreciated when you’ve been drinking all afternoon.)

To be continued…

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Things I will never need.

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There are times when I run across items that beg the question… why?

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Yeah, we’ve all had a crappy year… but squishing plastic rainbow colored excrement isn’t the solution.

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Let me get this straight, good behavior is rewarded with…. poop? New age parenting is truly beyond my comprehension.

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I like wine. I like butter. I do not think I’d like canned butter wine.

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Is it? Is it really….

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Just… no. I don’t want my toothpaste dispensed from anyone’s butt, giant green ogre or otherwise.

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The eagle has landed.

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Our neighbor, she of the new stained glass hobby, invited us down to her house to take a look at her work. Not being one to arrive empty handed I brought this….

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A bottle of wine from one of our trips. I planned to ply her with alcohol and drive the price of the eagle I had my eye on down.

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The picture she’d sent me made the piece look quite large… and though in reality it wasn’t, it still turned out to be a nice addition to the man cave.

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On the table with my husband’s challenge coin collection.

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Below the WWII propaganda posters.

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Proudly guarding our bar. (And yes, I got the 20% friends and family discount.)

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