Can I tell you something?
I love Maine.
And later, this:
And then after dinner, this:
Which happened around this:
That all of that can happen – without months of planning, just because, is just so. good. y’know? Maybe some of you are used to being able to have Sunday dinner with family, but I’m not, and it was so, so amazing.
In other weekend news:
We got the parakeets wings clipped. Because OF COURSE WE DID.
Also, I met my new savior neighbor (You will always be the original, Megan.) And lured her in for wine and take out food, while her kids went back and forth from the upstairs to the downstairs, either trailing Anna or having Anna trail them. And she gave me the highlights of the neighborhood, which I feel as though you guys are dying to know.
1) Be nice to skunks, or not: When she and her husband put in a garden – they realized that something was eating it. So they put up one of those we’re-nice-to-animals spray water things, which basically just gently reminds the animals that getting wet is not fun? So maybe you shouldn’t eat our stuff? But really is just a little sprinkler for the hot summer months for the animals. So they stepped it up and get one of those we’re-nice-to-animals traps that don’t do anything but trap them. And caught themselves a skunk. So they called animal control, and a guy came out, and said:
Yah. Looks like you got yourself a skunk.
And when they asked him what they should do with it? He said:
Seems to me you have two options. Either let him go, and bet he’ll come back, or drown him in the river down the street.
2) Watch out for chickens crossing the street: Apparently, lots of folks around here have chickens. (You guys know as well as I do, we are totally going to join that pack soon-ish) So a guy was moving out of the neighborhood and couldn’t bring his chickens, so he sold them to another woman down the street. One chicken, however, just really didn’t handle the three-doors-down move well, so she kept wandering back to the original homestead, to the point that she went missing. No worries though, her new owner posted a “MISSING: CHICKEN” photo on Facebook. Because she – although a new owner – had already managed to take a photo of the chicken in question. A selfie. Of her and the chicken. Her and the now missing chicken. She had already managed a selfie of her and the now missing chicken.
3) Reminder: the Rite Aid sells liquor: I won’t ever get over it you guys. I had something going on that required antibiotics, and also had the family coming over for dinner, AND – the Rite Aid is .8 miles from my house you guys! So I walked up to the pharmacy pick-up window with a bottle of red, and asked for the pick up for Laplante. And when the pharmacist looked up at me, I said, “For real – this is cool, right?”
And it totally, totally was.
So. Come to Main you guys!
Because you can buy chickens! (But only if they are not used to the neighborhood.) AND – you can grow a garden! (But only if you’re ready to drown the animals that eat your veggies.) And if all of that gets to be too much, or the transition is tough on your body (like it has been mine) NO WORRIES!
You can grab a bottle of red with your antibiotics.