Search Results for: In the Fall

Information comes and goes. The how of it? Nobody knows. I care. This is not a post for everyone, maybe not for anyone, but the post is true to its title.  I have been thinking, again, about the flow of … Continue reading →

Rain and more rain. The good about yet another wet day is that this book order WILL get done as long as the raindrops fall stirringly on my (uninsulated) rooftop. So, carrying on, the list continues. Cooney, Barbara.  Miss Rumphius … Continue reading →

Rosleedge Books’ world looks promising. Trumpdom’s not so much. Worry, worry. Think of rebutting things, uplifting things, Things that go “YES!” in the night. I can’t decide if, to a reader, living and reading are an interaction, symbiosis, or mind-meld, … Continue reading →

Quite exciting news, but only the beginning, I know. With the help of a harness, I took my first steps since December 2, 2014! Okay, I only took four steps and maybe I did do better going backwards, but a … Continue reading →

Finally, my malevolent body is better and this most dreadful summer of my discontent is over.  So it’s into fall, repeating forever mea culpa, and moving  onto whatever is next.  I hope you’ll be with me because talking to myself … Continue reading →

And winter it is — especially in Tenants Harbor!  Sixteen MORE more inches are falling as I write this, and Scott (who called) stands ready to dial 9-1-1 as Brian clears his dormered roof.  Dormered Roseledge is sturdy, I think, … Continue reading →

I have been remiss. Sometimes transitions are hard, necessary maybe, but hard. Fortunately, cooler days, more agreeable legs, and shame have all set in. Onto whatever is next. ——————————————– Maybe it is leaving Maine or living two places or changing … Continue reading →

Sea Street is mostly shady until ten o’clock in the morning.  After that, not so much.  The hill gets longer and surely steeper, and the post office and General Store no longer call as loudly.  Locals know this and walk … Continue reading →

The wind blows and blows and blows, and it’s not just Arthur, but I don’t know what it is.  The water ripples and glistens, the days stay cool enough to mow the lawn  with only one beer break, and the … Continue reading →

Krista Tippett interviewed Anne Hamilton (2/13/14), who calls herself a maker, rather than an artist (interesting), and thinks the big question is “How can we be together?” Oh yes! As not getting along is the subject matter of most books … Continue reading →