New Tee Shirt

Jessie sent me this tee shirt which a friend of hers designed in Chicago, where she lives. I LOVE IT! I will wear it all week as a response to the Republican VP candidate.

That last line is....AND ESPECIALLY MAMAS WHO VOTE!
Thank you, Jessie!

It's a Small World

This little guy/gal was in the bathroom wall for days. Finally he moved to the floor of the bedroom, right next to my bed. I like him, but I really didn't want to sleep with him. I pushed him under the other bed next door. Today I found him in my closet with my tee shirts. Gosh, I hope he is filling up on all those little gnats that bother me while I read in bed at night.

On another note, I had a Drop-In today! It's my delight to be dropped in upon, but living at the end of a dirt road doesn't really promote this activity. My doorbell rang and sure enough: a friend came to call unannounced. She happens to know my lust for drop-ins, and indulged me, walked the two miles to my house from hers.

She brought a message to me from a friend from a former life. The connection was made because of poetry, teaching, Lovell, Maine and Clear Flour Bakery in Brookline, MA. It's too long a story, but the short story is that it's a small world and it always amazes and delights me that this is so.

Happy Birthday, Dear T, Happy Birthday to YOU!!

Indian Summer, Wayne Maine Style

No Beach, Wish there were No Bugs

It's the time of year when we usually have a lot of beach and no bugs. Instead this year we have no beach and A LOT of bugs. There are more bugs than we had in the spring, it seems. It's so humid today, even three of the four ear tufts on the owls wilted! Who knows what hiking in Acadia will be like next week. We'll see.

Quote on which I keep meditating: We're all bit players in everyone else's play.

Turning Season

Maybe it's the shorter days, or the cooler days, but I've been feeling a change coming on. I don't really feel like knitting, but think I should. I looked at my stash yesterday and there on the top was a sweater that has never fit me right (tight arm holes) yet I love the yarn. No, I didn't knit it. I thought of fellow knitter, Knitnzu. What would SHE do? Unravel it of course! So I began. It might make a poncho for my almost three year old granddaughter. But I must say, it made me grouchy, this unraveling business. My heart is still with the mifflettes and three monkeys are waiting for me to assemble them.
This makes me grouchy too, as it is rotated in iphoto, so why not here? I haven't time to right it. The dental hygienist waits.

Lastly, T is all about produce these days. Despite a tomato blight, he has salvaged some gems that are like candy. HAPPY FOURTH ANNIVERSARY, DEAREST T!

One More Gathering

Another annual party to celebrate the seasonal warmth by the lake was held on this lovely patio. Later we gathered around a fire in the home made fire pit, built by the chef's wife.

It wasn't exactly pot-luck, though guests contributed hors d'ouevres and desserts. T made his famous guacamole.

The Chef! (gourmet French, every time)

Hops, grown for decoration, not beer making