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I can hardly believe it is raining again, or better, raining still. We are well on the way to 40 days of wet, and the only animals I see to bring on board the ark are two cats, both nifty, … Continue reading →

UPDATE: As of November 6th, I had this post already started. It’s mourning in America. A pestilence  is upon us. What on Earth could be worse? Then I did a crumple-fall and broke the femur in my left leg, my … Continue reading →

Last blog post, I got all quibbley about Paul Theroux’s NYT list of books for a traveler to read before visiting Boston, even though I have mostly been a pass-through Boston traveler on my way to Maine.  So to answer … Continue reading →

  UPDATE AND REWRITE…               This post is later than late because WordPress changed itself, so I sent it out on email to my 4 faithful readers, but Charlie fixed this latest catastrophe, as he … Continue reading →

I intended for this post to be posted several weeks ago, but things kept cropping up.  For example, I had the introductory sentence, which connected the disparate ideas.  ‘Tis the season to be jolly, grateful, generous, and thinking about things. … Continue reading →

SEATTLE HAD SNOW, 6 inches of snow.  That was Saturday and Sunday.  Charlie and I frolicked in the snow.  See picture below. Today is Tuesday.  SEATTLE HAS SLUSH and, maybe 50 degrees.  Pray for a drying wind. But snow is … Continue reading →

We are one with “social distancing” and “shelter in place”, with boxed meals set outside the door, Charlie’s workshop masks at the ready, and my 2′ poker still good for pushing buttons and  better than anything else for keeping people … 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 →