The way life should be

Welcome to Maine moment of the day #I: The wife gets back from the store and reports of serious delays on the way due to a high school football parade. Fine, nothing spectacular there. Except... a little bit around the corner from us is a heinous white-trash-incarnate mustard yellow triple deckah with requisite blacktop covered with multiple junked cars. In the summer, seemingly every denizen of this building is out on that blacktop, and every one has their own two-liter of Mountain Dew. Crazaay. The wife reported one woman in housecoat out on the blacktop this mornng watching the parade go by. Wife didn't know if housecoat was even alive, until some random segment of the parade went buy. Then, "I noticed that her gums were chattering." Oh.

Welcome to Maine moment of the day #II: We're driving back from Freeport on 136. We stopped into Freeport, and had a lovely early holiday season dip into L.L. Bean and etc. We're drivng behind a typical big-dick new monstro-Ford pickup, and all is swell and good. Until he turned a corner at an intersection rather quickly, and the deer fell out of the flatbed. Swerve. Shit. The deer bounced a time or two in the road, long enough to fully present the enterance wound, and long enough for me to see the neck. Then the driver of the typical big-dick new monstro-Ford pickup figured out the deal and pulled a u severe enough to almost hit us head-on. Apparently, it was the first day of deer hunting season today. Surprise, surprise.

Welcome to Maine moment of the day #III: picking up liquid provisions for self and the in-laws, at a market around the corner and right next to heinous white-trash-incarnate mustard yellow triple deckah with requisite blacktop covered with multiple junked cars. A sign by the deli advertised fries. "Frie's"

Maine: The Way Life Should Be. Quite.