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Drama, Reality Television Programming Has Been Around Awhile.

Who was following the original reality day to day life programming was pretty apparent in earlier days.

Working The Land In Maine, Less Idle Time To Gossip, For Drama.
Look for the guy or gal that had purple ears, got their news on the grapevine at the watering hole.

Gossip, misinformation and other times deadly accurate details were part of the social banter.

And if a person wanting to be in the conversation know spotlight was in the dark on something, ah here comes the embellishment. Added to the dialogue like seasoning standing at the cook stove. Into the supper skillet of what tastes so juicy, tasty and at someone else’s expense.

Maybe some folks thrive on the gossip, missteps, plight, perils of others so readily because their own existence is painful.

Life just not going, headed in the direction they wished so park it. Put your nose where it does not belong, your eyes on the paper of another. Other times sheer boredom is the culprit. Not enough going on to occupy the person and hand me that wooden spoon will you? Let’s stir the pot and enjoy what it generates. With the currents of a community where all the personalities, hopes, dreams and ambitions mix so marvelously. Or like oil and water depending on the day.

My Mom like lots of other housewives in the 1960’s and beyond watched The Guiding Light, As The World Turns, The Young And The Restless. Her soap operas, where you could miss a few weeks, while ironing, watching and listening. Not be following the episodes, out of the loop and then “ta da”. Tune in.

Suddenly back up to speed quickly when you found out Victor was headed to prison. Sophie that trailer trash two timer but easy on the eyes tart was the cause in the frame, set up. That alley cat that the majority of the housewives in the audience did not trust. Were not so fond of Victor, a lady’s man who was no prince, saint. But did not deserve to go to the crow bar hotel for three hots and a cot at the expense of this stylish little witch. That could turn it on and off to suit her Jezebel motives, needs.

Reality television is cheap programming.

Find an virtually unknown, low compensation character in a small location. Watch his or her exploits at the storage wars, moonshine still, pawn shop or in the kitchen / bar of a very poorly run establishment. Expose all the tension in those settings for a few episodes in the series, and you have an instant following.

The ups and downs of another’s life. To take your mind on your own life roller coaster ride part of the reason for the following? Or just it’s fun to study others, why they do what they do when this or that happens. Whether you were a political science or marketing major or not in college. Or enjoyed all the psych classes you got credit hours for sitting through.

Maybe watching someone unfoiled, getting what you or I think they deserve appeals to the judge holding the scales of justice in all of us. To seek what is fair. To right the wrong, to attempt to make everyone wear a white not black hat. Or to inject a little spin because agendas needing addressing, attention to somehow come back to benefit yourself going on in the background. Never liked the process called huckstering where a smile is flashed, platitudes exchanged when deep down inside the exterior gestures did not match the inner emotions of the person playing the game.

I think that is one more of the attractions to buying a forty acre property, land in the middle of nowhere in under populated Maine.

Ker plopping a cabin in the center of it all for a simple living away from others existence. I see lots of new to the areas but from larger population centers too hemmed in, tightly crowded all their life doing that.

For too long they have been knee deep in other people. And nothing anti social about it. But just want their own space, to keep others with long beaks out of that personal buffer boundary area surrounding them. And will return the favor. Too much reality programming exposure on and off the tube part of the reason? Causing the I got to get out of this concrete urban jungle, the walls are closing in and have to bust out. To relocate, move to Maine, some off the beaten location with none many people.

A don’t bother me, I will leave you alone let’s shake on it agreement for the later years taking place? Just wanting to avoid the drama, soap opera in real life with dysfunctional family, social, work, church or whatever groups that make them have to ask “what is wrong now that needs to be dealt with like it or not?” This is one theme I hear from the moving to Maine relocation group wanting to avoid a steady diet of drama, altered reality and spin in their life.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

January 8, 2014
Snowshoeing In Maine, Walking Burning Nearly Twice The Calories.

One of the number one New Year’s Resolutions is losing weight.

How to do it without a lifestyle change means get off the couch. Turn off the television, shut down the computer device.
Go Over Hill And Dale Winters In Maine Wearing, Floating, Flying On Snow Shoes.
Put on some clothing layers. Stop wandering out to the kitchen looking for a snack. Hibernating inside. Head to the woods of Maine, out over the fields. Wearing shoeshoes. Lots of neat places in Maine to snowshoe.

Snow shoeing in Maine. More calories burned than running, skiing.

That what happens with snowshoeing. It all depends on your terrain, the length of the snowshoeing adventure or ritual like any exercise.

But access to areas that you can not drive to, get to without a Maine snow sled or cross country skis. Like any outdoor recreation, seeing wildlife, hearing the wind in the pines, birds singing, seeing tracks of other furry animals. Under a cobalt blue ski and feeling better as you fill your lungs with clean Maine air. You don’t have to be in church to pray. And many will freely admit they feel spiritual outdoors in Maine. Close to the creator.

So pick a season but in addition in winter in Maine to snow sledding, skiing down hill, cross country, or ice skating, strap on some snow shoes.

Go tramping without fear of sinking to your waste in drifts. Up and over banks, down into gullies and over drifts of snow in Maine. Terrain gets eaten up, you can tramp anywhere but still need to tread lightly. Have respect for the land owner that is nice enough to share the property in Maine you are exploring. Carry in, carry out applies and if there is a trail, stay on it.

Snow and ice in a Maine landscaped transformed by winter weather artwork means snow shoeing tips is something new to try, consider if you never have. Or this whole blog post is preaching to the choir if you already do.

Winter in Maine, one more excited season with lots of options.

New ways to stay outdoors. Just like when you were a kid and Mom had to remind you a couple times, time to eat. Time to come in now when you were playing with your friends. Building a snow foot, digging tunnels or sliding down a hill. Fresh air, nothing like it especially in Maine.

I have an old pair of hand made, leather, wood, rawhide lattice stitched set of inherited snow shoes. But look around, lots of lighter weight versions to be had no matter what level, amount of time you plan to devote to Maine snow shoeing. A sport where you feel like you can float. Almost fly over terrain. Covered ground quickly with new found powers. To go where you always sank before without the winter footwear.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

January 6, 2014
If You Want To Have A Hit, You Have To Make It Quick, So They Cut It Down To 3:05.

The lead in headline for the Me In Maine blog post from singer Billy Joel’s “The Entertainer”.

Shortening a great song that was just too long. I liked Billy Joel better before he became big, well known. Maybe the raw, new, fresh is the reason.

Refreshingly different. And not being everywhere on the dial before he hit it big. Or because with success, comes polish and commercialization.

As the art evolves into finely tuned, cleverly packaged and slick, tight. Sometimes predictable. You do what you have to be accepted, fit in, be popular. Go along. Sometimes to survive. But taking a stand, letting others warm up to you and what you represent. Not the other way around.

Cold Spring Harbor, the first Billy Joel LP was mastered a tad too fast. But take a sea cruise and when you slide up on a stool at the piano bar, watch the expression of the guy or gal at the ivories. Sitting on the bench when someone wanders in and asks, no shouts, pleads, demands “play Piano Man!” Even if it’s the fourteen time, sure, why not?

Maybe the mystique of any musical artist is what is happening in your life as the tune spins.

In the background of your day to day life. Or sung along to or just from an earlier era that takes you back instantly. Transports, reminds you of your bearings, perspective at the time. Where you younger like the song, the artist, the group making it. When it was top of the charts. Climbing up, peaking and falling off.

What musical artist, group did you hear, see perform, have experienced more than once, followed for years and were made to feel the same way?

Liked better before discovered by the masses. But still enjoyed plenty with the swell, the here we go increase in notoriety. Any in particular come to the front of your brain? Roll around inside and once heard after a lull, long period of absence the kick start happens quickly. Powerfully, deeply wherever it left off last?

I live in Maine, I am so so glad I do.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

January 3, 2014
How Come New Year’s Resolutions Peter Out, Don’t Last Or Hold Up So Well?

New Year’s Resolutions… what is your batting average?

Oh. (Pause.) Really? How come so low? Maybe you need one of the ten apps for keeping New Year’s resolutions. Many of us have never kept a New Year’s resolution for more than a few weeks. Lots don’t make the list at all. Used to and gave up. Or just missed the memo.

Old habits just die hard? Or listening too much to the Doobie Brother’s album “What Were Once Vices Are Now Habits” part of the problem? Why the slippage, temptation to keep doing what we tell others, say we don’t want to do and are going to stop, quit for good? But why don’t we? Why the easy sunshine light and bright making the list, but quick storm clouds rolling over to foil, destroy the A to Z?

Turning over a new leaf, taking a new direction means will power.

What is the horsepower behind what you say you want to do and steps you are taking to make sure you are successful?

Like winning, you have to want to was explained by an Argentina shrink who was in the office a month ago.

Looking for a multi family rental house to buy, move to in the year ahead. The conversation came up out of concern about smoking. Loved ones you want to help, wished they could stop but struggle and don’t kick the habit for good. Often you can not stop for yourself but out of love for another, that is the direction taken. Like hockey goals, there are no ugly ones. Take the route that gets results for the healthiest outcome right?

I shared with him a tale of one woman who had chomped on the Nicorette gum, had the holes to prove the acupuncture treatments. Been under the spell of hypnosis. Applied the patches that gave her weird out of this world scary dreams. Attended faithfully, weekly herded into the classes with other support members. To quit smoking in group, buddy system fashion.

But despite wanting to, taking the steps could not. Strong willed and determined lady, feisty but how come smoking so hard to stop? For the reach for the long white skinny cylinders of twenty. Packed with the expensive Turkish or Kentucky blend of tobacco. And a few other added ingredients the side panel says, no strongly warns is a no no?

Without anyone in the room laying on a leather couch, no fifty five minute session, Doc said there is a reason you keep doing what you know is hazardous to your health.

Nothing bad will happen to you Superman thinking that just unlucky other people will get the down side whammy. And that the gain seems to be in your brain worth more than the pain, the side effects. He plainly, no bluntly, without sympathy of any sort stated my friend does not want to stop smoking. Period. Reformed smokers are like that when it becomes crystal.
Whoa. Need A Cat Nap, I’m Stuffed. Looking For A Sun Spot.
(Note to blog post readers… she has quit smoking… been a month now and counting! Please cross those fingers, toes, say a little prayer for her. Thank you. We now take you back to your regularly scheduled blog post now in progress.)

The ten best new year’s resolutions for 2014 in one doctor’s opinion. Who says this new year’s resolution habit, ritual started back in ancient times. Another blogger says new year’s resolutions are bad for you. Only eight percent of the wishers are successful or stick with it. She figures you damage your self worth from failures.

I say make the New Year’s resolution doable, obtainable and realistic.

For example, you want, won’t settle for anything less than winning the Boston Marathon next year may be too lofty a goal. Just finishing it would be grand and not the do or die edging out at the wire, the ribbon the tall, well tanned runner who does win in record breaking time. Is nicknamed “The Wind” or “Lightning” in his home country for a reason.

Keep the list short, close to your ability and don’t be afraid to ask for help, or avoid expecting overnight success. You can do it starts with do you really want to bad enough to actually make it whatever it takes sink or swim? It is not a matter of being weak. Do you want to add or subtract this from your lifestyle?

The South American head doctor in the office lobby with the free medical advice about smoking said he quit. It was all about asking the guy he brushed his teeth with each morning why he does it. To examine his thoughts, motivation when he steps outside to light ’em, smoke ’em if you got ’em. What is rolling around in your head before you torch one. The thoughts developing after you flick the butt, snub it out. There are the answers to why you do the bad habit you want to break and why there is a problem Houston.

Happy New Year and hope your list of resolutions pan out, stick. That you get what you want to adjust in your life for a healthy, richer, full one loaded with quality. My resolution to you would be move to Maine if you are an outside reader. I can help line you up with a professional wearing the gold and dark blue “R” pin.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
Email info@mooersrealty.com

January 1, 2014
Learning To Walk Again After Running, Racing Through Life.

The habit of walking is easier when you live in a state the 4th lowest in crime.

Safe areas, lots of space, less traffic.That is Maine.
Working Close, Dedicated, Dependable, That’s Maine.

And when you walk to places in a small Maine town, you feel a greater sense of the community. Part of a neat area of lower population but more connected, tighter knit. You are depended on by the others lucky enough to live in that small unique Maine town who return the favor. Makes the small Maine town great.

In a city, the hassle of having a car is trumped by using mass transit.

Quicker, cheaper, no parking hassles. No one steals your ride and you’re better off to be without a car. Than paying to protect it, park it. Keep track of the car in an area where room to use it is always precious, tedious, time consuming.

Because most of Maine is towns, and the small size variety, walking to the movie theatre, a place to eat, the library, health care facility or shopping for whatever is easy. Everything is nearby, pretty darn handy. Less people, no crowds, zip for delays. Because folks don’t have to be herded like cattle. Traffic lights are not the norm, not needed either for crowd control,

Often the Maine walk on a summer evening has built in delays.

Stops to talk, chat with folks you know on an open Maine porch in a small town.

People walk for the fresh air, to not be confined in a small space. That experience is prison. For the slower, leisurely under your own horsepower better health of the stroll, we walk. On a woods trail in Maine you see wildlife, hear birds, notice flowers in season. Awareness happens. Clarity’s volume knob gets a big twist. Leaves budding in spring. The sound of the summer breeze or light rain in the summer on those leaves. That protect you, along with rain gear, something warm for layers. To experience the smells of fresh rain, the clean sparkle of a shower. See puddles pinged, hear rivers rat a tat pelted like on a tin roof of percussion. For a low whispering snare drum low rumble sound to add to your routine walk. To round out the life experience.

When you walk with a friend, you study the Maine surroundings less, instead focus on active listening.

Or sharing something inside that gets discussed, brought out in the open. Remembered, considered as you sometimes reshape your thoughts. You forget you are walking when talking, conversing. Until you meet someone else after the same healthy Maine walk. And exchange hellos, or smiles. Or reach down to pet the dog that makes you wonder. Who is actually walking who?

You don’t think of walking your cat but walking your dog in Maine, friendly haunts, where to do it. Ever thought of taking your horse on vacation in Maine? Needs a reservation but done all the time. Trail rides on horse at Acadia National Park gives your steed a work out.

Or you could take a carriage ride around the park’s 50 mile trail system with neat stone bridges, waterfront vista, varied terrain. But not the same calorie burning, toning up, stretching those legs that becomes routine, a healthy addiction. Anything instead of camping out on the Maine couch. Killing time, wasting daylight. Learn more about Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 28, 2013
Merry Christmas From The Me In Maine Blog

Packing, Racking, Stacking Maine Christmas Trees.

Here’s hoping your Christmas is bright, personal, family close and memorable.

Passing on those traditions. Remembering loved ones departed but not forgotten. Christmas is a time of reflection, inner searching, greater awareness of what is important in your life.
Which One Do You Want In Your Living Room?

For some in the kitchen creating pans of fudge, squares, candy, cookies, coconut balls, mocha cakes, fruit breads made with love goodies.

Delivering them to be enjoyed by many that look forward yearly to the sampling. For many making Christmas happen in places where none would without them. Taking a card from a Christmas tree of a young child and shopping for them to make Christmas possible. Only knowing it’s a boy, eight or a girl fourteen to go on for the present. But it all shows someone cared, knows the true meaning of the Spirit of Christmas.

Ringing the Salvation Army Kettle drive bell.

Wishing shoppers Merry Christmas and watching a child excited about depositing money. For others. It is all about others less fortunate. Caroling to shut ins. Visiting hospitals, nursing homes. Preparing meals at a local Elks club to disabled vets, the homeless. To make sure everyone feels the magic of Christmas. Feels the joyous spirit of the season beyond the commercialization. The pretty paper and bows and ho ho ho’s. Maybe giving blood, reading Christmas stories at the local library in front of a crackling, dancing flame fireplace.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Some egg nog, peanut brittle and frosted sugar cookies in shapes of the season trees, bells, reindeer. Only you know what makes it special, so near and dear for you. Cherished and enjoyable. Maybe it’s oyster, lobster stew, crab dip, steamed shrimp or lasagna on Christmas Eve. Family feasts, gift exchanging. Office parties. Maybe a cocktail, hot toddy festive drink someone stops in for around the holidays. Decorating with twinkling colored lights out front your home. Cousins sliding, building snow forts, digging tunnels. Pond hockey, bon fires and skating parties.

Church candle light church services with sanctuaries filled with the sight and smells of greenery.

Pine boughs, child choirs, angels, night filled starry skies guiding the way to the place of a special child’s birth.

Christmas is hope, faith, peace. Reruns of Rudolph, Home Alone, Charlie Brown Christmas.

Bing Crosby, other standards, favorite Christmas songs, hymns, carols. It is Santa and 8 sets of hoof prints, the overloaded sleigh on the roof top. The hand kid written letters, cookies and milk. Carrots, apples too left for the round guy in red velvet, white fur, the belly laugh, pink cheeks, black boots. Merry Christmas from Maine faithful blog readers.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 24, 2013