Stephen King’s Home In Bangor!

Wow where has this week gone? I wasn’t even on vacation but working like a wild women out here on the North Forty and the days have flown by. I thought last week was fast while I was in Maine but this one has gone by just as quick.
Yesterday I scrubbed my big master bedroom floor on my hands and knees with a product called Rejuvenate I found at Home Depot. Then after the floor dried and I went back and used the varnish they sell to go with the cleaner. OMGosh my floor looks so clean and they are shining for the first time since I lived here. Their beautiful pine floors but always look dull to me so I tried this Rejuvenate and I can testify it worked great on this ole floor.
Of course the instructions call for you to use a mop but I wanted it to turn out really good so like a nut I did it on my hands and knees. I thought I would not be able to walk to today but since I mowed for six hours I did not have to walk. lol
Now if only I had a cleaning fairy to do the rest of the floors. OH how sweet that would be.
I promised a few pic’s of author Stephen King’s house that we visited while in Maine. It turned out to be a fun visit and we laughed the whole time we were standing in front of his house.

We drove up to his huge mansion and his driveway gate is open and three men are getting out of a car near the back entry to the house. Of course we got excited thinking it was HIM! They never went inside the whole time we were there but since we were in the front of the house taking pictures and they were on the side I never could tell for sure if one of the men was King.
So at first we are shy and we park across the street and take pictures. Then I tell Christi that is silly so we walk across the street and get better shots of his entry way. On the top of his gates are Bats and the gate his a huge spider web.

Only Stephen King would think of having such a gate. Right?
What really made our time there was out of no where a Black Cat appears right between my legs. I mean neither Christi or I saw the cat walk up. It’s like out of one of his novels. A big black cat appears from no where. Spooky!
The cat was so friendly he would not go away. Then we hear laughing and we turn to the road and two ladies are in their car taking pictures and laughing at us. They thought it was so funny that we were brave enough to walk up to his gate and stand there playing with a cat all the while snapping pictures.

I told those two chickens to get out of their car and join us. So after a minute of their talking it over they parked and joined us on our stalking of the famous writer. We then let them take pictures of us and we return the favor.

Some neighbors of his are out walking the neighborhood and they stop to visit because I had to ask if the cat belonged to King. They said No it was just a neighborhood cat that went from house to house. It had a red collar on with a phone number so I guess it had a home.
After a while we say our good byes to the other two stalkers and we head for our car. While turning back for my last look of the house bigger than life he coming out of the gate with another guy and they are going for a jog. Naturally they start jogging the opposite direction of our rental car.

I did snap a picture when it finally came to me that I was holding a camera but by then they were pretty good distance away.

His house is huge old Victorian style that sits on a big lot surrounded by trees. What surprised me was he lives in a neighborhood in town where the houses are close to each other. I figured a man of his wealth and fame would live out on one of the many islands off the coast of Maine. 
It even had a playground set in the backyard so I guess he might just be a grandpa.
The idiot introduced me to his writing when we were dating and of course in those days you crawl through hoops trying to impress the other so I read every book of his early writing because the idiot loved them. They were so different from anything I had ever read and yet I kept reading them. I use to think the man had to be doing drugs to write books like these. If I remember right he did mention doing Pot in his early writing career. I knew it. lol
Now his latest books have not kept me interested at all. His writing has really changed. Even my son Clint who has read a lot of his work has trouble finishing his books now. I think he might need to buy another bag of pot.
Here are a few of his neighbors houses.  Anyone wanting to be his neighbor there is one across the street from his for sale.



One thing I noticed in most of the villages along the coast a lot of the cottages had gorgeous Hosta plants growing in their flower beds. I have tried here in Texas to grow them but I just don’t have any luck. I think it is too hot for then.
As you can see I took way too many pictures on my trip. I do have some more beautiful coastal pictures that I guess you will just have to hang in there this too shall pass with me. haha

One thing I noticed about my pictures I am in my hair is never combed and usually my sunglasses are on the top of my head pushing my hair back. I  never have taken good pictures.
Wish I knew the name of the this kitty. We became instant friends.
Now I must turn in for the night. I have to get up early and see if I can get another six hours of mowing in tomorrow. In some places the grass was so tall I thought I might not be able to cut it. We really had a lot of rain while I was gone.
Sweet Dreams
Maggie

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You may have to click on the pictures to get a better look.