July 20th, 2016

High Summer 2016 is there which is a very good thing and Roseledge Books is hopping — okay, on Thursdays. Scott called yesterday to say that four people — almost a crowd — were there at once taking full advantage of the first-time ever summer sale, to wit:

The Roseledge Books Big Markdown.

Mass market fiction — $1.00 each.
Trade fiction — $2.00 each.
Non-fiction — most are $5.00 each,  

 except art or art-ish books — still full price.

Just think about the deals with the series RB was building. With Cara Black in hand, you’ll be one with the neighborhoods of Paris — and safe while reading — for only 2.00 each. And Diana Gabaldon’s Claire and Jamie Frasier saga is yours for just 1.00 or 2.00 per book, each of which is a behemoth at nearly 1,000 pages each. Cheaper than a STARZ subscription for sure. Catch up on Julia Spencer-Fleming’s Claire and Russ, Lee Child’s Jack Reacher, Peter Temple’s Jack Irish, C.J, Box’s Joe Pickett family (“They could be Mainers,” one Mainer extolled.”) and the list could go on, were my memory better and I knew what Scott had sold.

No book has no there – there.  Think about it.  Read books, vote, and save the world. 

Had the books sold at full-price, last Thursday might have been almost the biggest day ever, except for the days when the North Carolina Regulars come and keep Roseledge Books alive for another year, and they will be there soon. I will sit here by the fan and be one with the remains of the glorious Roseledge-evoking flowers they sent me to celebrate first steps and the promise of next year — among other things — and I don’t know how to comment on facebook to thank them. So this is a major thank you through a flower-mind meld, if all goes well.  Charlie is coming next week to show me how to comment and how to play Pokemon Go, among other duties HE might find more pressing.  One doesn’t want to be totally out of it, and I already have trouble with NYTimes crossword clues related to Harry Potter and #1 album of any year.


Know that I’m working on being there next year and the signs are aligning.

I walked 11 ft. 6 in. with harness and hemi-walker and much awkwardness. Oh to have a permanent, invisible harness holding me up. Standing, pivoting and transferring is very necessary and going to require much exercise of the apparently nearly dormant abs and glutes, but I have hope, will and a miracle named Becky, which sum to a real possibility that I will be in Tenants Harbor next summer!

And I haven’t forgotten my bookseller duty to find the aptest books for the legions of readers who will keep the world free of, ot at least safe from, Trumpty -Dumpty. Just when I most needed an apt book, Marilyn Stasio (NYTBR) reviewed John Farrow’s The Storm Murders which takes place on an island off the Atlantic Coast. I was homesick enough for TH to order it with a click of my dreaded Kindle, and glory be, I found a must-have for Roseledge Books! It is set on Grand Manan, technically part of New Brunswick but “closer” to Lubec, ME, and described as looking like a Wyeth painting (At 25%, as Kindle has no pages. Drat.) The story has detailed island trails and local knowledge, summer people trying to learn and natives who might or might not help. Could be Tenants Harbor with great trails (Go to Town Office for maps.) Wyeths all around, literally, and lots of nifty natives and summer people.

Signs are aligning.  Books are worth mining.  All will be good — if you VOTE.

Mostly, I am a summer stranger in Minnesota, trying to survive 90-90 days (my aunt Darleen’s term for days with 90 degrees heat and 90 percent humidity), and wishing I were there on the porch as the 4 o’clock breeze comes up from the harbor.

Don’t forget the book sale.  Christmas, summer school graduation, beach days, birthdays, and, most recently, rehab reads for my friends whose bodies keep breaking — every event has a reading purpose and a reason to visit Roseledge Books.


June 6th, 2016

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 step is a step for all that. Here’s to standing and pivoting and– crossed fingers — being in Maine in 2017!

This is a little exciting, okay, it is a lot exciting.  I just have to learn how to get my core to engage when told or willed.  The right hip is especially recalcitrant.  I tell Becky, the ultimate PT,  that if she’s got the way, I’ve got the will.

But there is still a long, harbor-less summer to weather. In the spirit of thus weathering, I watch SHETLAND. The PBS series based on Ann Cleeves’ mysteries, which I once started to read, but found too wordy. And I love it, especially the setting in the Shetland Islands and the photography, until it is all too much like Maine. Then I fall asleep, and when I wake, all is better. This was my mother’s remedy with the first sunburn of the season in my lifeguarding days.  It worked then, and it is working so far now. The PBS series makes me think I should give Ann Cleeves’ books another try.  With books, you can just stop reading if the longing is too much.  And then there is VERA, another PBS series based on Ann Cleeves’ mysteries set in Northumberland, which has a satisfying amount of water.  Dana said Vera was the dowdiest detective ever and she looked just like me.  Harsh, I thought.  Frumpy, mabe.  Frumpy is okay.

To further offset lonesomeness, I also ordered Maine poet Christian Barter’s latest book, In Someone Else’s House, for his use of Maine details to make the larger point. I like Billy Collins for the same stylistic reason, and they both have hope and good-nature.  I just don’t do angst or despair.  And just to be clear, I was not, absolutely not, influenced by his last name being Barter, as in Barter’s Point Road which continues Sea Street three houses up the hill from Roseledge. Surely a connection might lurk therein, though.


The pictures will come, I promise you that.  I just don’t know how or when.


Meanwhile, a little outrage is always good for the soul.

You may recall that I am convinced — irrationally, my b-i-l might argue — that the Irish were “here” before the Vikings.  Well, another bit of exciting news is that some  potentially relevant evidence to support my position has almost come to light.

Sarah Parcak, using new, satellite-based search techniques for which she received a MacArthur genius award. has found an old, “probably Viking,” ship buried beneath the growth and detritus of ages, off the coast of Newfoundland. Why “probably Viking” without considering “maybe Irish?” I ask.

From physics.org: “Archeologists do not have much to go on when attempting to prove that a settlement was made by Norsemen, rather than Basque fisherman or Native Americans—the one true hallmark of Norse travelers was the use of iron nails to build their boats, thus the discovery of an iron-smelting oven would be strong evidence of Viking activity.”

From nytimes: “There’s no lock that it’s Norse, but there’s no alternative evidence,” said Douglas Bolender.                             

From bbc:  “Newfoundland historian Olaf Janzen was certain, no other groups of settlers roasted bog iron in Newfoundland.”

Bog iron aside, how about acknowledging that the Irish were also sailors and living in Iceland before the Vikings? Maybe they were even second hand users of bog iron.  Maybe they were hermits being crowded out by the Vikings.  The possibilities are many.

“The recorded history of Iceland began with the settlement by Viking explorers and their slaves from the east, particularly Norway and the British Isles, in the late 9th century. Iceland was still uninhabited long after the rest of western Europe had been settled. Recorded settlement has conventionally been dated back to 874 AD, although archaeological evidence indicates Gaelic monks had settled Iceland before that date.”

Yrsa Sigurdardottir’s mystery, Last Rituals, and Millie’s Guide Book mention the monks, too.  She, Dana and Nancy are going to be there for 48 hours, so I told them to read up and keep their “prepared” eyes ready.

Still I continue to look for evidence of the Irish contribution. Thus I am currently reading Nancy Marie Brown’s Ivory Vikings: The Mystery of the World’s Most Famous Chessmen and the Woman Who Made Them, and though chess, the sagas, and a Norse perspective dominate, I am confident that Margaret the Adroit, the woman of the title, will, to the discerning eye, turn out to be Irish. But that is for a latter day rant.


Oh what a tangled web was woven early on by those a-rovin’.


Scott reports a quiet Memorial Day on Sea Street, no bustle of classic cars housed down the road getting ready for the parade or walkers from summer cottages meandering by with a pause to check out the harbor. He and Brian were on the porch, ostensibly planting grape tomato plants after mowing the jungle -lawn, but really just vegging out in case you all came by. It’s early days yet, I know.  And the sign at the corner remains R-less.

Back at the pt gym with unwilling abs, I (gasp) am (gasp) thinking of TH (gasp) and you all (gasp) and 2017 (gasp) and all is right with the world. (big gasp and flop on mat)  


May 3rd, 2016

Well, Maine is a no-go this summer. I haven’t given up on my legs, though others may have, so I have started a new round of physical therapy with someone who seems creative and good and who has not ruled out ME in ’17. Keep your fingers crossed. And get ready for tornado-strength blasts of ESP when you are anywhere near Roseledge. One never wants to be completely out of the picture.

Goodheart Scott is going to keep Roseledge fit and has promised to people the front porch on occasion, mostly Tuesdays for Sea Street and Barters Point renters and others who come on Saturday, settle in on Sunday, visit favorite spots on Monday, and get ready to walk and read and re-become one with Tenants Harbor on Tuesday. Other times are at his discretion, but pre-pub sittings on Fridays are known to have occurred.

He will keep the wildflowers — okay, dandelions and creeping Charlie which some might wrongly call weeds — and growing grass at bay and fix the sign on the tree at the corner. ROSELEDGE BOOKS has lost its R and is now OSELEDGE BOOKS which is only fun with an explaining person at hand. So Scott has agreed — grudgingly, I thought — that he will not turn OSELEDGE into NOSELEDGE or, worse, O’SELEDGE which is so-o-o not Irish or funny.  Okay, it’s a little funny.

See the harbor, the sun’s glare, the perched gull, the un-inserted photo.

Know that many, maybe most, of the books will be marked way down, even as I read to choose new titles for the summer of ‘17. I’ve just started and am loving Hope Jahren’s Lab Girl. Fortunately, her current lab is at the U of Hawaii which is clearly one with water, sort of, and so will be a must for ROSELEDGE BOOKS next summer. Another probable is Catriona McPherson’s Quiet Neighbors, set in winter in a Scottish bookstore town with Lowell’s Bookshop filled with secrets and tales to tell or sell, all of which sum to a good read on a hot summer day from ROSELEDGE BOOKS whose next door neighbors across the road and down the hill are, yes, the Lowells!

I hope the physical therapist’s leg and stomach exercises are filled with enough hurt to out-ache a breaking heart.  Maybe she could make paper books readable again. Out, out damn Kindle.  But that is a rant for another post.

I remain optimistic.


February 7th, 2016

The browsers of the world have apparently — and however inadvertently — united and forced Amazon into the bricks and mortar bookstore business! Clearly, Amazon’s online search and presentation algorithms never captured what it is browsers are doing when they look up, down and all-around physical shelves and find an unexpected treasure in a most unlikely place.


Now Amazon has to put together an appealing array of worthy books, placed and presented to intrigue the person who puts things together differently.This is very tricky business.  Think, for instance, about Steven Johnson, who browsed, developed ideas, then wrote the unusually sourced book,The Ghost Map, or ElmoreLeonard’s researcher,  Gregg Sutter, who found, among other useful sources, picture books of Havana that helped with Cuba Libre.

Cathleen Schine’s novel, The Love Letter, is the only novel which addressed knowingly, if briefly, the arrangement of books in a bookstore.  As I recall, MILITARY HISTORY was shelved next to POETRY.

It is hard enough to work back to what an author might have browsed through, but it is even harder to capture a browser’s as-yet-unread pile of chosen books.  (I wish I had photographs of the summer book piles chosen by the Roseledge Book Regulars from North Carolina.)  Many thanks, then, to Mary Karr, who, in a NYTBR interview, let us “see” hers.

“Oh, it’s a wobbly and eccentric pile. A masterful new comic novel by Annie Liontas, “Let Me Explain You,” and a gorgeous epistolary work by Mary-Louise Parker, “Dear Mr. You.” Larissa MacFarquhar’s fascinating “Strangers Drowning,” about saintly types. Ta-Nehisi Coates’s “The Beautiful Struggle”  and St. Teresa of Avila’s “Interior Castle. Brooks Haxton’s chronicle of his poker-genius son, “Fading Hearts on the River” — he’s one of my favorite poets, along with Terrance Hayes (“H,ow to Be Drawn”) and Dean Young (“Bender”). Dana Spiotta’s genius “Innocents and Others,” Claudia Rankine’s necessary “Citizen” Ed Frenkel’s “Love and Math,” David Berlinski’s “The Devil’s Delusion: Atheism and Its Scientific Pretensions”; also Lena Dunham’s hilarious and moving “Not That Kind of Girl.” “The Abbey,” by James Martin, S.J. Plus Phil Jackson’s inspiring “Sacred Hoops” got reread for the manuscript on memoir I just turned in. (Hope our Knicks read it!) I’m finding “Go Set a Watchman” way more dangerous than “Mockingbird” for rendering racism from inside an allegedly educated white household — seems truer to the Jim Crow South than the later book’s rose-colored tale of liberal white nobility.”

Holy cow! What a great array of knowns and unknowns! Wouldn’t it be fun to see what nine other books she looked at for each one she chose? (References: The 10 to one figure comes from some old U of Chicago Library research and I have a dimmer memory of someone trying, similarly, to quantify “looked at” vs. “saved” Internet sites, but the study or the studier got bogged down.) All together, this sounds like a tiny starter collection for a very interesting bookstore. Roseledge Books comes to mind.

Hurry up summer.


January 15th, 2016

C. J. Box had me at the first bike ride through North Dakota’s icy, rutted, snow-covered fields at dawn. And at the cold, the really, really cold. And with the kid on his bike in the cold, witnessing a car roll over. My ND childhood kicked in as I loved my way through C. J. Box’s new mystery, Badlands, though it is set in western ND and I am an easterner. He writes sparely and fairly about the oil boom and about the big-sky country with wind which are so like his and Joe Pickett’s Wyoming. The unexpected tug came as I relived good times long past and the spot-on decisions of the ten-year-old. It lingers still. Is that reason enough for me to recommend Badlands? Kathy with the broken ankle, torn ligaments, dislocated shin bone and hugely unexpected immobility — “I stepped on, instead of over, the pipe” — is test-reading Badlands to see what she thinks. She was raised partly in South Dakota, so hers may be a less-than-pure reaction.

I have the same recommendation problem with Leann Shapton’s Swimming Studies. She was a really good, much-trained swimmer, thinking about the Olympics, and I swam every day of every summer from first grade through college with stints as lifeguard, instructor, and enthusiast until 2005 when I could no longer get in and out of the pool by myself. I loved her memoir for the swimmer tales, yes, but I loved as much her art: swimming suits and swimming places with notes, underwater portraits of her teammates, and the colors of Switzerland. Her art I knew and liked from her earlier book, Native Trees of Canada — which Roseledge Books carries — and I pay some attention to the comments of NYT book critic, Dwight Garner, who liked Swimming Studies a lot. But is a book that stays with you for particular reasons right for a general recommendation? This will become a real quandary only if Swimming Studies is issued in paperback and Roseledge Books has to decide whether or not to buy it.

All of this fretting masks the real worry about my getting to Maine next summer and stocking Roseledge Books in time to convince some one — or ones — of you that a strange, if good, book might be the unexpectedly right choice .

I will be in Tenants Harbor next summer — I hope, I hope — but I will need Charlie with me and that will be tricky. I’m not walking and may not walk again. My knees buckle for reasons no one knows. I’m in a power wheelchair and Charlie adapted a standing frame on wheels to get me from one chair to another, but I can’t do it by myself. I trust December’s pulmonary embolism will be the last of my body’s surprises. My blood pressure stays good and Charlie stands ready.

And so does Roseledge. The electricity works, the roof is patched, the new tree is staked, and Scott, who is a dear, visits his mom in Wiley’s Corner and drives by to keep the yard clear of errant candy wrappers. All that is missing is friends on the porch, arguing about books with a glass of wine at hand and the harbor eagle flying overhead. Here’s hoping….


November 26th, 2015

Thanks for Thanksgiving, I say.

Thanks for Ellen Goodman, who once wrote — as I recall — that Thanksgiving was the best holiday: good food, no gifts, and family together — for about four hours. Surely there is research to support the family’s being able to hold it together for four hours. If not, widespread tradition surely attests to its truth. Thanks for family in all its forms and forums.

But what to do if the political gasbag or food Nazi gets going at the gathering?

Thanks for Roseledge Books, the mother of all problem-solvers, with tips.

Tip #1. When the gasbagger/Nazi pauses for air, jump in with a tangential topic, e.g. whatever book — especially with a RB tie — you are currently reading, and start a second conversation with links, however circuitous, to the diatriber. All the reasonable people will love you and you will have exercised your creative-reader powers.  Divide and conquer….something.

Thanks for RB Readers who have creative-reader powers.

Tip #2. If the family monologuer even thinks about asking a question, jump in and question his or her sources. RB guarantees this will be good for a million diversions.

Maybe start with “That’s interesting,” which my mother taught me to say in the face of nonsense, mystery meat, or a baby who looked like Winston Churchill or a radish, followed by “Why do you think so?” Wait out the bluster, then exercise your creative-reader powers and figure out how to find fault with whatever sources come up.

With his best R and D person look, my b-i-l asked if I found my theory about the Irish being here before the Vikings in a book or if I made it up. Some of each, I said, though I hesitated to say the first inkling might have come from a Sister Fidelma murder mystery which, I might add, is set in 7th Century Ireland when Brendan the Sailor probably sailed and written by Peter Tremayne, who, under his real name, is a respected historian of these times and matters Celtic. RB should definitely have Sister Fidelma mysteries.

Thanks for my brother-in-law.

Thanks for Roseledge Book Regulars who already know how to creatively use and fault book sources as you have, for years, linked any book you read and liked to RB, Tenants Harbor, or your Maine, especially if you wanted RB to carry it.  Thanks for Scott who is special master of fewest steps linkage.

And you have browsed, even wallowed, among the best search books RB finds currently available, some of which are The Road to Ubar by Nicholas Clapp, The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey, The Great Hedge of India by Roy Moxham, and King of the Confessors by Thomas Hoving, though maybe The Hare with Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal and Believing Is Seeing by Errol Morris should also be on the list. What is a search book, after all, but a book that uses sources and strategy to get from beginning to end and, in so doing, reminds us that outcomes depend on sources? Any suggestions?

RB believes search books are the best self-help books ever. Thanks for search books.

Thanks for winter coming. Last summer fades and next summer becomes possible, I hope.

Biggest thanks for Charlie who is never without options, though I do present a challenge. Well, many challenges, We WILL be in Maine next summer, come hell or highwater or more really weird surprises.

No thanks for my willful and capricious computer. I am still typing with the dead end of a pen. Millie suggested I try her stylus which she is bringing over. Thanks for Millie.


November 18th, 2015

I have always known the Irish beat the Vikings to North America, but convincing the doubters has been tricky.

My most reputable evidence is that Tim Severin had a replica of a Medieval leather boat built and sailed it across the stormy Atlantic to Iceland. He wrote about the adventure in The Brendan Voyage — which Roseledge Books carries — naming Brendan, a 6th Century monk, as sailor. Still today, St. Brendan the Sailor lives on in lore.  My b-i-l, an R and D kind of guy, pointed out that this only demonstrated that he could do it, not that he did do it.  Pshaw, I say, undeterred.

Then today, reading the NYT Travel section online, I joined Dean Nelson on a Literary Tour of Iceland and learned that Icelanders trace their storytelling prowess back to “the 1,000 year-old Icelandic sagas  that touch on the nation’s Norwegian and Irish roots and the mythic tales of elves and trolls.”  Did you catch that casual reference to the early Irish, which casualness just makes it an even more exciting bit of reputable evidence?

Okay, he listed the Norwegians first, a bit distressing, but a likely reversible lapse.  But then he named only elves and trolls, which seemed a more substantive problem, as neither is Irish.  Doldrums, alert.  It took a bit of rummaging, but I found out on the Internet that “a leprechaun is a sort of Irish troll, in the same way that a troll is a sort of Scandawegian leprechaun.”  Whew!

Maybe I can talk my b-i-l, a veteran Road Scholar, into a trip to Iceland to check this out.  He’s already been to Newfoundland and checked out the remains of a Viking settlement.  He noted, with some glee, that no one mentioned the Irish.  Clearly, another good reason to go to Iceland.

And I’ll get going on the Sagas, which Roseledge Books also will carry, as available translated and in paperback.


You may want pictures, probably no more than I.  Help me out, Santa?


September 23rd, 2015

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 gets tedious fast.

First things first: getting ready for next summer.  Thanks to Scott, who always manages to make the topsy-turvy tolerable, I had in hand and could, therefore, start with The 2014 St. George Town Report. And I am doing that. But the familiar and unfamiliar names of committee members, property owners, taxpayers, delinquents, and the newly dead just reminded me of how out of it I was — never a good sign.  So I caught up with minutes of various St. George Town committee meetings — the Planning Committee and Selectmen minutes are outstanding — and finally subscribed to the Rockland Courier Gazette to keep abreast of the deed transfers, court appearances, and obituaries, apparently the signal community characteristics of note,

Thanks to MofNC for absolutely perfect pictures.  Action shots, surely titled  readers rummaging through the shelves of Roseledge Books  and the ocean view a reader would see if the reader were reading on the porch and looked up, pretty much said it all.  I am almost ready to look at them with the care and longing they deserve.  Until then, I have one more Tenants Harbor-ish story and picture to share.

Thanks to AofNC for her good note in July asking for beach reads to break her concentration on the American Revolution, engendered partly by a course she took.  Well!  Maybe my favorite kind of book is one that credibly extends a subject of interest AND provides a good read, too.  So I sort of paid attention to her words and came up with the following beach-or-backyard-with-sweater reads, each of which is almost topically pertinent — sorry, AofNC, but RB’s holdings on the American Revolution came to me from afar — and each book has a tie — however specious — to Maine.

Diana Gabaldon’s An Echo in the Bone, long, sometimes steamy, well into the Outlander series, a time-travel adventure which will surely meet the Maine coast sometime, now in its second season on Starz, which I do not subscribe to, so only watch and enjoy during freebie weeks — if I know about them in time.

William Martin’s City of Dreams, set mostly in the south end of Manhattan but tied to Maine by the TH summer visitor who has much to do with Battery Park, which was there at the time though not yet called Battery Park, and with a Maine sensibility carried over from some of the author’s other books, e.g. Second Constitution.

Kenneth Roberts’ Arundel with cover  by N. C. Wyeth whose spirit remains a St. George stalwart, and might inspire a trek on the Arnold Trail to Quebec wich, in part, follows the Kennebec River and is on the National Register of Historic Places, as is, you may recall, the Coghlan Castle.

Get ready for Henry and Lucy Flucker Knox next summer.  A HUGE never-to-be-resolved question: does Flucker rhyme with flooker, highly unlikely, or does Flucker rhyme with clucker, as clearly it does, and what about the silent “L”?

It feels so good to feel good again.


August 9th, 2015

I may be away this summer, but Roseledge Books is there, open sometimes and offering it’s best deal ever.

First things first — the deal. Maybe for this summer only, RB OVERSTOCK books are priced at the VERY LOW PRICE of $2.50 each. Yes, the extra copies of mostly trade paperback books I thought were especially apt for RB or might go out of print are there for your picking and choosing. Some of them are a few years old, but goodness never dies, even if apt-ness does. The big question is, what makes — or made — them apt? Best guesses always welcome by blog or in-person next summer.

The only requirement for taking advantage of this VERY GOOD DEAL is that you have to be in Tenants Harbor and at Roseledge Books when it is open — which happens when goodheart Scott is on the porch or inside the open door, usually on Tuesday and, maybe, Friday afternoons before dusk because the lights don’t work. The unavailable power means no webcam, either. But to return to the good news…

So when there on the porch sits Scott, RB’s world of treasures is available to you. Scott is an RB Regular from Roseledge Books’ day one in the summer of ’85. He REALLY knows the local lore and books of Maine and is currently trying to figure out if he is related to everyone — or maybe it’s every family — in St. George. This is not to be confused with the guy who has figured out that we are all related to each other, is writing a book about his search and invited everyone to a family reunion in NYC. When the book is in paperback, RB will have it. But I digress.

Of special fun for RB is Scott’s special gift for figuring out the fewest “degrees of separation” between any book and Tenants Harbor. No reason is too questionable. For example, Carol O’Connell, in Killing Critics, refers to “that artist in Maine” which I am sure is code for Andrew Wyeth who lived nearby or better, now that Andrew has died, Jamie Wyeth who lives even nearer-by. So I keep — or maybe kept — a copy of the book on RB shelves. It may even be in OVERSTOCK for 2.50. Neither Scott nor I can remember which book was made relevant by Caroline Kennedy’s visit to Tenants Harbor elementary school in support of her uncle, Ted Kennedy.

I hate missing you all, but Scott keeps me posted and the house painted. I am working hard on walking again. Very clever Charlie adapted a standing/transfer device and very clever physical therapist Jarod has developed a torture program, complete with a safe word in case the ilial-tibial band torture is too much. So far I have never called it.

I can do this, I can do this, I will (teeth clenched) do this….


August 6th, 2015

August is here and I am not there and what is a willing, but unable, body to do?

Rant maybe, but that’s no fun alone. So I have taken to watching the Scandinavian mysteries with subtitles on MHZ, mostly for the coastal settings and photography So far, the west coast of Sweden is my favorite setting for series titled, I think, Unit One or Eagle. When I am less lonesome, I will try to pick up some new words, IF the actors don’t mutter and I don’t hear dreadful air conditioning — which I don’t have or need in ME and which makes too much noise when added to the city street noise– which I also don’t have in ME. But then I don’t have, need or want television in Maine either.

The good news from away, which is here, is that I have no cancer and, I trust, am finally or nearly infection free. I see the Infectious Disease Doctor tomorrow. She is my last best hope for figuring out what is going on in my whole body. I’ve had three surprise masses in liver, lung, and uterus, five biopsies, including one of the mystery rash, five antibiotics to manage different infections, and a big blood clot they are still fretting about. (Hillary has had three.) The bad news is that I still cannot walk. The better news is that, goodness knows and with a great physical therapist, I’m trying.

So the human body is a wondrous thing, especially for the flexibility its complexity allows. I believe that and have lived most of my adult life accordingly. But it is hard to find physicians who are equally broad minded. The ID doctor seems the best bet because my body, apparently has never met an infection it didn’t welcome and nurture.  I am presently tryingt to come up with an array of the weird. Erysepalis? Had it. For the bookish, erysepalis figured in a Sherlock Holmes mystery. Tuberculosis? Have it already calcified in my lung, but never had it that I know.. B-flag, MRSA,or enterococcus? Just had and treated them. Lyme disease or your best guess? Worth a test.

But enough of the long, last four months. I know I am better when thoughts of morning coffee come before oatmeal, which they have, and the latest must-read book replaces whatever else I am reading, which will happen later today with C. J. Box’s Badlands. Even though the North Dakota of his Badlands is western country with it’s oil, ranches, and lunar landscapes, we of the eastern fertile Head-of-the-Red (River) country can get a little excited because Wyoming native Box writes so well of the spare beauty, rich life, and  big spaces that we share. Besides, as I recall, Wyoming tried to say it’s state tree was the telephone pole, after North Dakota had already claimed it.  Okay, I might have to add Paul Doiron’s The Precipice, even though it takes place on or near Maine’s part of the Appalachian Trail, across the state from, ahem, midcoastal country.

Let’s face it.  No book or scenic look-alike can fill the hole in my heart.   I miss so many things, like a better-working computer that would have made posting less cumbersome and the pictures to include with this post more possible, summer in and of MAINE, Tenants Harbor days, Roseledge Books bookishness and you all. Most of all, you all.