Enough is Enough

On the eve of a government shutdown down is ridiculous when the republicans control both houses and the presidency. They control everything, but refuse to barley talk to the other side and work out a budget. Considering they are the party of doge they keep spending money for things no one needs.

Let’s start with bringing 800 all top military leaders to Quantico at the same time for a face to face talking down to. Not only did they do it, but they announced well in advance they were doing it. Strategically you should never let your enemies know you don’t have any leaders out in the field. Even worse, one well timed attack on Quantico could have been the most disastrous military incident in history.

The reported cost of this meeting was over $6 million to get everyone from all over the world on short notice, when the military has excellent secure zoom like technology that could have held this meeting for practically no cost. The only good thing to come from it was the lack of response from the military leaders who sat stoically as they were lectured to by people far less qualified.

Being told by the commander that they should practice military drills in American cities on Americans had to be horrifying. The military is supposed to protect American not attack them.

Then we have the giant banners of dear leader being unfurled on government buildings. We can’t feed starving children, or do research on childhood cancer, but we spend untold dollars feeding the never ending ego of dear leader.

Farmers who overwhelmingly voted for this regime are realizing they can’t get workers and if they do get product out of the fields they can’t sell most of it as their foreign markets have all gone elsewhere.

Dear leader keeps trying to convince people that prices and inflation are not up, but no one who actually goes to the grocery store believes him. It’s time for everyone to contact own congressmen and tell them to do their jobs. Stop enabling this lame ass to continue to ruin the country. Congress is supposed to be a check, not a blank check. No one person is supposed to be able to do whatever the hell he wants. They all work for us. Make sure they know it.

Lovely Ladies Of Henderson

A while back I got a call from a woman in Henderson who really wanted an all day beginner class. I had very few days to offer her, but it turned out that today would work. These woman were happy to come to my house for the class. This was very helpful for me since I had a big party at my house last night.

They arrived early. Got right to work and paid excellent attention. Cramming in all the information in a day is hard work. Don’t believe anyone who tells you they can teach you to play Mah Jongg in 2 or even four hours. If you sign up for a two hour beginner class just know you not being taught by a qualified teacher. No real mah Jongg teacher will tell you you can learn everything in two hours.

We took a short break for lunch as everyone brought their own bag lunches. The students were much more prepared than I w as. I still had to open a can of tuna and dump it in my leftover salad.

By the end for the day the women had learned the tiles, learned how to read the card. Learned how to sort their tiles. Learned how to do the Charleston and its importance. Learned how the play of the game went. Played four hands each and learned how to play online. All in all I was very happy with their progress and the fact that they could pay such close attention all day.

I know they were brain dead by the time it was over. I just hope they got home safely during rush hour.

Church Supper

Months ago my pastor Chris asked us if we would host a new member dinner at our house. He was used to having church dinners at our house over the years so he knew I would agree. Russ likes when I agree to these things because it means I am going to cook. I like that I agree to these things because it makes me clean things up.

The good thing about a church dinner is there is always a committee to help. So I did not have to make desert, salads or garlic bread. The bad thing was the staff member who was helping with the sign up for volunteering double assigned garlic bread so we had enough for each person to have a quarter of a loaf.

After getting all the dietary restrictions I settled on making jambalaya. I only had to make one pot with just shrimp for the people who don’t eat meat and two giants vats for everyone else that had andouille sausage, chicken and shrimp. Sadly my friend Grey never turned in his shrimp allergy and didn’t tell me until the last minute when I literally had just added the shrimp.

We had a big turn out of 36 people, which was exactly the number of RSVPs. That never happens like that. Even with the exact number I had a whole extra pot of jambalaya left over. The committee went home with take out containers full of it.

I was especially thankful for the young members who stayed and washed the dishes. They all had babysitters and didn’t want to go home before the kids were asleep. The only thing left in the sink were the Dutch ovens soaking. The house is fairly much back to normal which I am thankful for since I have an out of town group coming here for an all day mah Jongg class first thing in the morning. Thankfully, not as many mah Jongg players as came for dinner tonight.

Little Brown Dog Meets Her Cousin

When I was a baby I went for a play date at my Cousin, Brady Pottenger’s house. My daddy is allergic to most dogs. He says that when he met Brady as a puppy he realized he was not allergic to Brady. So thanks to Brady, Mommy got me from the same family that Brady came from.

I loved Brady. He was always nice to me and I learned a lot from him. I especially love Brady’s Mommy and Daddy and they are always nice to me. Sadly Brady crossed the rainbow bridge a couple years ago. Everyone misses Brady.

A couple weeks ago the Pottengers got a new baby from the same family that Brady and I came from. They named him Dash Riprock. Today I went over to his house for a play date to meet him.

First, he is well named. He Dashed all around me and he wanted to play. I am an old lady. I don’t rough house. I liked him. Second, he is very cute and very fluffy. My Mommy says he was so soft. I think I did a good job wearing him out for his Mommy and Daddy because he ran around the play room in circles for a good 45 minutes.

My Mommy tried to get a picture of us together, but Dash did not stand still much. Supposedly he is going to be about my size when he is full grown. Maybe then we can get a photo of the little white dog with his little brown cousin side by side when he learns to stay still.

I might have to go babysit him and teach him to be quiet. But he is still a baby and a boy. They take longer to learn. Mostly, I am very happy that I have a new cousin at he Pottengers. That makes Sara and Dave my Aunt and Uncle.

Fun Night Out

For over a year and a half I have been teaching regularly at Home for Entertaining in Cary. They are a most wonderful family owned business that is part gift & home wares store and part entertainment venue that offers cooking classes along with Mah Jongg classes and other fun activities.

Up until tonight I have only been a teacher there. But tonight I became a guest. Russ signed us up for a Chinese Cooking class with a chef Wendy. We arrived before the class started and surprised Meghan, one of the owners. Russ had signed up under his name for two people so they did not know I was coming.

Chef Wendy was a delight. We had so much fun and I got to cook with her. The other class members were interesting and it made for a very fun experience and delicious dinner.

It was enjoyable to be just a student and not a teacher at Home for entertaining. If you are looking for a great evening that is not just going out to dinner, look into the classes at Home for Entertaining. The warmth and hospitality of the staff and the quality of the offerings make it a recipe for success.

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My Daughters

Apparently it’s national daughter’s day. Everyday in our house is national daughters day, but I want my most wonderful daughters to know I think they are the best. I have the daughter who made me a mother, Carter and the daughter who made me a mother-in-law Claire and I love them both.

When I was pregnant I found out early on I was having a daughter which was exactly what I wanted. I told Russ that I needed someone who was going to be OK doing arts and crafts and cooking and playing games with me. I am not sporty and worried that if she was a boy I was going to be a terrible mother.

Then I got Carter. She liked arts and crafts, and cooking and playing games, but she also loved horses and play basketball. So I had to get good at sitting in the bleachers. For the record I did needlepoint a lot in those bleachers.

Now we have Claire who is sportier than anyone else in the family. Thankfully she also likes games. Not so sure about arts and crafts. She has been a great addition to the family.

What I really treasure is how kind and thoughtful my girls are. I am also proud of how hard they work and that they value community. So happy National daughters day to both my daughters. I love you.

Kindness on the Coast

This week I am in Wilmington teaching. My friends Lane and Jon have been so generous to put me up yet again. Since I taught an afternoon and a night class I was out most of the time. It is just so great to come back to their sweet house and have a comfortable place to unwind.

My first two days were at the Cape Fear Country club. This is my return visit. The good thing about that is I have return students. I love when I get to teach the same people and we get to become friends. These ladies are so wonderful to me. (they are probably wonderful to everyone.)

I especially appreciated Mary for treating me to dinner tonight and to Carol Ann for joining us. The hardest part about breezing in to teach for a couple days and rushing home is I really would like to spend more time with the new friends I make.

One thing about me though, is I have no shame in calling people up to say when I am in their area and asking to get together with them. This is something I think people don’t do much anymore. I wish people did it more.

I have to say that when I do call people they almost always will get together and seem happy that I initiated the reunion.

When you live in a vacation spot it might get tiring if you have a lot of visitors, but life is short. We don’t have any idea how many more times you are going to be in a certain place and get a chance to spend time with friends, new or old. I am ever thankful for the kindness of old and new friends.

Christmas Planning

I just barley got home from Maine and now I am thinking about Christmas. Carter and Claire are going to be coming to our house for Thanksgiving, but not for Christmas. This is the give and take that happens when your child joins another family. I love Claire and her family and they are so great to Carter so it makes me happy. So this year I get Thanksgiving.

Since I only get Thanksgiving, I am starting to plan for Christmas too. I am going to morph Thanksgiving and Christmas together into one week. This is not such a bad plan from me since I have a crazy busy December. In order to have Christmas and Thanksgiving I am going to have to decorate the whole house for Christmas before Thanksgiving. I’m not mad about it. This means that I will not be spending my Thanksgiving weekend decorating. It is very helpful since my first Christmas party is December 1.

Let’s back up even further. I need to get some help getting the tree up and the decorations out of the attic as I won’t have Carter to help and Russ would love the help. I need to hire a man or two to help do all this lifting. So my thinking about Christmas now I am hoping someone reading this knows some men who I could hire November 14 or 15. Sounds crazy early, but I have to fit in the decorating between going to the Bahamas to teach and to going to DeBordieu to teach.

My October and November I am going to teach in the following far away places, Tallahassee, Irvington, Va, Houston, Lyford and South Carolina. This leaves little time at home to make these arrangements. It is a good thing I have a minute to think about it now while I am in Wilmington. I really should have thought about it while I was in Maine, but I didn’t know then that I was getting Carter for Thanksgiving and not Christmas.

I need to start planning for Thanksgiving 2026 now, since I won’t be getting the girls then. Shit, I need presents too. There is not enough time to plan.

Tres Leches Cake

It was a friend’s birthday last week. I am in a small group that gets together a couple of times and we celebrate birthdays when we do. It was my time to bake the celebration cake. The baker and the type of cake are always a surprise, but we try and do something the birthday girl would like. Our group likes lemon and almond and those have been done a bunch. So I decided to make a Tres Leches Cake.

I have never made one before and frankly had only eaten one a couple of times so I didn’t have a lot of prior knowledge. I am not certain how true to Tres Leches this turned out, but the birthday girl gave it five stars out of five.

I am posting it here so I don’t forget how I made it.

I don’t speak Spanish, but I know Tres is three and Leches are milks. So to start you have to make the three milks component, which you are going to pour over the sheet cake to soak in.

1 14 oz. Can of sweetened condensed Milk

1 12 oz can of evaporated milk

1 cup of heavy cream

1 t. Vanilla

Pour the sweetened Condensed milk into a small sauce pan and place over a medium flame. Bring it to a boil, stirring with a rubber spatula. Once it comes to a boil turn into down to a tiny simmer and cook it, stirring, until the mixture darkens to a light caramel color and thickens up a little. It will take a few minutes. Add the vanilla and cook another 15 seconds to cook off the alcohol.

Remove from heat and slowly whisk in the Evaporated milk and then the heavy cream. Set the pan aside and bake the cake.

Grease a 9×13 pan. Preheat oven to 350°

Cake

1 stick of butter

1 c. Whole milk

2 t. vanilla

2 cups flour

2 t. Baking powder

1 t. Salt

1 t. Ground cinnamon

4 large eggs

2 c. Sugar

In a small sauce pan place the butter, milk and vanilla and set on medium heat. Cook until the butter is melted.

While that is heating mix the flour, baking powder, salt and cinnamon in a container

In a stand mixer beat the eggs and once beaten start adding the sugar while the beater is on high about a 1/4 cup at a time. Once you have added all the sugar beat for 6 minutes.

After the eggs are beaten add the milk/melted butter and mix for 30 seconds. Then add half the flour and mix 30 second, the second half of flour and mix on medium slow until incorporated.

Pour the batter into the oblong pan and bake in the middle of the oven for 30-35 minutes.

When done let cake rest in the pan for ten Minutes. Remove cake from pan and place on platter because once this cake is soaked it can’t be moved.

Using a skewer, poke holes about 1 inch apart, but only half way through the thickness of the cake, all over he top of the cake. Slowly pour the three milks over the top of the cake so that it soaks into the holes. You may have some milk run down the sides of the cake which is fine.

Cover the cake and chill at least 3 hours, but overnight is better.

Whipped cream topping.

1 c. Heavy cream

1/4 c. Sugar.

In the stand mixer beat the heavy cream, adding a little sugar at a time until the cream forms peaks.

Spread the whipped cream over the top of the cake.

I also added sliced nectarines to make cake, which were a nice foil to the sweetness.

A Book You Should Read

My friend Suzanne strongly suggested I read a book called Careless People, written by a Kiwi named Sarah Wynn-Williams. Since Suzanne is an avid reader of the highest quality I always listen to her and downloaded the book on audible on my way to Maine.

The book is a non-fiction account of Sarah’s time working at Facebook starting in about 2014. She was a policy nerd who saw Facebook’s potential in the political world. She lobbied hard to get the job in the hopes of setting up good governance for Facebook. What unfolds in the story of her years being close to the top brass at Facebook is more than disturbing to say the least.

For her sake I hope she has excellent security. If anything happens to her the book will serve as a blueprint of who did it.

I highly recommend that you read this important work as it helped me understand the mindset behind much of the oligarchy, that we really can’t afford to ignore.

It will be interesting to see if this blog gets blocked on Facebook as all my blogs get linked there. There is nothing Facebook can do about my actual blog since I pay for my site and it has nothing to do with them, but after reading this book I have little trust in them.

Russ’ New Wheels

In July I wrote a blog for the 17th Anniversary of Russ’ Smart car. I never should have done that. The day afterward, literally the day after, Russ was driving the Smart, with Shay in car, and the transmission died. I was out of town in the middle of a mah Jongg class. I called Lynn. Who went to save Shay while Russ waited for AAA to come take his car to the dealership.

The prognosis came back that the Smart, which was worth about $50 to anyone other than Russ needed a $5,000 transmission. I had to be the bad guy that said the Smart was rally dead. The dealership said it was a sad day since the baby Smart was in perfect condition. Russ loved that Smart.

Since then I have been trying to get him to find a car he wanted. Nothing appealed to him as he was still morning the smart. In true Russ fashion all the cars he is interested in are still in the design stage. He find an electric tiny truck that is not due to go into production for three years. That is just too long for him to wait for a new car.

After looking at all the options online while we were in Maine he finally decided he just wanted a used RAV-4 to hold him over until that potential electric truck. So the answer was to call Mike Martin at Massey Toyota in Kinston since they were the easiest car buying experience I have ever had when we bought my Highlander.

So today we packed Shay up in the car and drove down to Kinston. They had a white RAV that fit Russ’ white car streak. It was as easy a purchase as our first Massey Toyota. Thank goodness Russ now has a car.

I’ll Suffer With Splenda

The only problem with being in Maine the first two weeks of September every year is I miss Lynn’s birthday. We are the kind of friends who can celebrate on any day, but I hate to go too far past her birthday. We tried for Monday, but it did not work out so finally today I was able to do our traditional Thai Cafe Birthday so she could have coconut cake.

We practically had the place to ourselves which is good so we can catch up on all the comings and goings that went on while I was away. I hardly bothered any other patrons as I let out a large gasp upon hearing shocking news. Not that shocking. Just fun with Lynn.

There was only one problem at lunch. I ordered my standard Iced Tea, extra lemon and when the sweetener was placed on the table it was all yellow. Shock and horror. I looked in my purse for the zippered Marblehead hand prints blue and white canvas pouch where I keep spare sweet n’low, along with band aids, dental floss and aleve. I found almost all the regular stuff, plus a trial sized tube of hand lotion and some tums, but no sweet n’ low.

So I reached into the depths of my woven Bali purse my sister had given me 15 Christmases ago. Certainly there must be a spare sweet n’ low packet floating around amongst the faded receipts and random coins. My fingers lingered over something that was more than a slip of paper. I pulled it up from the inner sanctum of the bag. No. It was a tag from a vineyard vines belt I had bought in Boston to keep my pants up.

Six weeks of being on the road had depleted my sweet n’ low supply. It seems fewer and fewer places are offering the pink packets in favor of only offering one brand of sweetener.

I reluctantly looked at Lynn and said. “I am going to have to suffer with Splenda.” This tickled her. Oh what difficult lives we have when the worst thing we face is no sweet n’ low. Keeps our minds off the universal hell of the daily news in America.

So Many Non-Experts In Charge

I had my check up today with my Doctor. Thankfully I am very healthy. While I was there she asked me if I wanted to get my flu shot. Absolutely! I also asked about my Covid shot and she said yes, but unfortunately they didn’t have any on site. I will have to make an appointment at the pharmacy for that.

I am so happy to have a doctor that believes in vaccines and has been a medical professional long enough to have lived through believing in trusting experts.

I am especially worried about what is going to happen to the children of America with the current posse of idiots running HHS. Today’s changing of the childhood vaccination recommendations has huge potential of harming a generation of children. As if they don’t have enough to worry about with guns and social media.

I am wondering what future doctors are going to learn when they don’t have good national advice on what is the best care.

The idea that we leave these decisions up to parents is crazy. Smart parents know to ask experts, uneducated parents can make poor decisions. Poor medical decisions can have life long consequences. Getting measles, which could be completely preventable, can change the course of a child’s life. It’s too late to educate yourself once your child has it. How many parents are going to say, “I would have given them the vaccine if I had only known?”

I hope that North Carolina puts legislation in place to cover for what Kenedy is screwing up. We can’t follow such an unqualified person off this cliff. We have got to find a way to stop these Non-Experts from being in charge.

Celebrate the Constitution

Today in 1787 the US constitution was signed. Seems like all Americans should have to read the document. I worry that some freedoms guaranteed in the constitution are being trampled, especially the freedom of speech.

It appears that more and more people are losing their jobs over exercising their freedom of speech. This is very concerning and we all need to fight to keep this right.

Thin skinned people wanting to take your right away, while keeping theirs need to be held to account. We should not be cowed into being afraid to speak our mind. That is how authoritarian regimes take control. There is strength in numbers. Continue to exercise your constitutional rights.

My Robert Redford Brush

Outside of David Cassidy and Bobby Sherman, my first star crush was Robert Redford. I was 12 years old when both The Sting and The Way We Were came out. Robert Redford was the perfect 12 years old old girl’s fantasy of what a boyfriend should be. He was cute and funny and seemed oh so approachable.

I lived in Connecticut, in the next town over from Westport, where Paul Newman, Redford’s best movie star buddy lived. I knew one of Newman’s daughters, Lizzie and would hear about visits by “Bob.” We were not close enough that I ever got to hang at her house when Bob would come by.

When my father went to work at Warner Amex, the cable company that became Time Warner I finally had a real life encounter with Robert Redford. Warner Brothers owned the cable company with American Express. My Dad’s office in Manhattan was the Warner Brother’s NY offfice. One day when I was in college, I was going in the building to see my Dad and as I was approaching the revolving door to his building I saw a blond, not very tall man in blue jeans entering the revolving door from the inside.

He was immediately recognizable as Robert Redford. Rather than enter the revolving door as I was poised to do, I froze. Standing just outside it on the sidewalk. This meant that when Mr. Redford revolved out he practically ran right into me as I should have gone in before he got out. I didn’t mean to do this. I was just so star struck I could hardly move.

He said, “Pardon me,” as he breezed by me, not touching me in any way. I said nothing, still frozen. I am certain my mouth must have been agape. When I finally recovered I went in to my Father’s office and told him I almost ran into Robert Redford on the sidewalk. My Dad said he had heard they were trying to get him from something, and I was quite excited. Turned out Warner Brother’s never landed him and so my hope of actually meeting him went out the window.

A few years later when my Dad went to work for MCI and was casting movie stars in commercials. I begged him to get Robert Redford. No such luck, he got Burt Lancaster and Joan Rivers. I got to meet them, they were no Robert Redford.

On this sad Day when the world no longer has Robert Redford in it I will always think of him as THE MOVIE STAR. I think I need to go watch Out of Africa right now.

Shay Needs Food

Having a dog who is not food motivated is one thing. Having a dog who is a picky eater is another. But having a dog who is a picky eater who does not eat everyday is a problem. At 14 Shay is getting too thin. She does not like most foods and she needs to eat more.

I took her to the vet for some tests for other aging issues, but we always end up talking about her weight and how to find food she will eat. There are no commercial foods she will eat. I have spent a fortune trying foods only to have her turn her nose up at all of them.

We buy human food and cook for her. The problem comes that she will like a food, say steak, one day and then not the next. Our vet says there may be a nutrition program at the vet school that can give us menus. Menus are fine, but if Shay does not like the taste it does not matter how nutritious it is.

Tonight I did luck into getting Shay to eat a bunch of peanut butter with her steak and cheese and a milk bone. It was a good eating night. At least it was caloric.

Problems such as this we don’t have in our house of humans. Who knew that a dog could be such a food diva. She hates going to the vet. If I told her she would not have to go if only she would eat I would do that.

Home Again, Home Again

Vacation is wonderful. Going away for five and a half weeks is rejuvenating. But coming home is great. There is nothing better than sleeping in our own bed. Eating in our own kitchen. Showering in our own shower.

I spent the day unpacking, cleaning up and laying low. Tomorrow I will renter the world. Today there is nothing to report.

Russ and His Dad

Living far away from his Dad is hard. Russ does not have many opportunities to see his Dad, so stopping to see him on our way home from Maine is a good time. Marty, Russ’ Dad is very generous to us. He goes out of his way to be hospitable and I am certain I disappoint him, but not enjoying the donuts he loves.

There is nothing Marty likes more than having his children all around him as he did last night. He also loves to create photo compositions putting us all together. He gave us this one this morning.

I am happy to document Russ and his Dad together.

Amazing Intersection

Russ packed the car as I checked every drawer and closet. We had to make an early getaway from Owl’s head because we had a breakfast date in York, Maine. My friend from college, Jamie Karp Stone, who lives in Washington State was meeting us in York, ME. The chances of us intersecting somewhere between North Carolina and Washington State, was unlikely, but it just happened to be in Maine.

Jamie and her husband and her dog Charlie drove across the country to spend a month or two in New Hampshire. They just got there as we were just leaving Maine. We found one hour that worked. Amazing.

We met at Stonewall kitchen because they had outdoor seating and it was literally right off the highway. Jamie had been to Durham once to visit, but Russ was traveling so this was the first time they had met. It was so great. She had no trouble convincing Russ that we needed to visit them in Washington. It was too quick a visit, but we had a big long drive today.

We left Owl’s Head at 8:00 am and pulled into his father’s house in Bucks County PA just before 8:00 PM. Russ’ brother Dave was here and then his sister Nancy and her husband Tom came by. So we had everyone together, except Tasha, Dave’s wife. It was a good little reunion.

Shay eventually demanded to go to bed and I went with her. It was a long day, but at least we are more than half way home and we got to see fun people.

The Sad Last Maine Day

Four weeks at Little Island view is a wonderful amount of time, but nevertheless I am not ready to go. It was a great time. Fantastic weather, fun friends and family visits, new friends made, old friends visited, great hikes, beautiful boat rides, fabulous art seen, yummy food eaten and a relaxing time all around.

I hate the last day. I got up early and took the car to be washed. I discovered sap from the pine trees so later I bought some goo gone and removed all the sap. I stopped at the farmer’s market and talked to a pizza maker about doing some food for Carter and Claire’s wedding weekend. I brought home the best eggplant and fennel pizza and Russ raved about it to Carter.

I went to the Rockland Post Office as I was unsure if Owl’s Head had recovered from their trauma yesterday. Warren met me at Rock City for coffee and a big goodbye. We had lots of quality time together this visit. Next summer we need Shannon to come visit while I am here.

Packing to come home is not that big a job. We leave plenty of stuff here and we just don’t bring that many clothes with us. Russ did one last hike this afternoon while I packed up and took photos of our little spot.

A last perfect Maine Day. At least next summer we will be here twice. Once in June for Carter and Claire and again in August. I can hardly wait to come back. Maine is so easy to love.

The Wonderful Trails of the Mid-coast

Russ loves to hike. He study’s the hiking map of the mid coast to discover where he wants his next hike to be. Thankfully he took this morning off to go on a hike with me and Shay and have a lobster roll in our slow farewell to Maine.

Since we didn’t want to waste a lot of time driving, he picked the Rockland bog hike. It was not far from us, but finding the trail head was a little tricky as it was inside a boat yard. Once there we discovered we had the whole trail to ourselves.

The conservancy that manages and protects these trails is really amazing. This trail is something like 14 miles long, but we were doing a quick couple of miles in and out. Since it is through a bog and over a number of streams there could be tricky places, except that the conservancy builds and maintains wood pathways and sometimes metal bridges.

This bridge we crossed was two years old and was at least 2/3 of a mile in from the trail head. The trail is narrow and tree dense and I have no idea how they got this metal bridge in here unless it was helicoptered in.

Shay led the pack the whole hike and then when we stoped at Claws for the last lobster rolls of the season she just slept with her head on the table ignoring her chicken tenders.

Russ did an afternoon hike of our Ash Point preserve. He said he was all alone there today. Summer is well over. Things are quiet, except at the Owls Head Post office.

We stopped this morning to buy stamps and mail some condolence cards I have been meaning to mail for days. We missed the postmaster by 10 minutes as the window is only open until 9:30am. I went back at 3:45 for the afternoon window opening, but along with two other men also wanting stamps, discovered the window was closed.

One man said he couldn’t read the note that the postmaster had written. I translated it for him, that there was an issue with a money order, but it sounded like it was temporary. I waited about 15 minutes, looking through the crack in the window at the empty Office. Then I spotted a young man outside on a cell phone. When he finished his call I asked him if he was the postmaster. “Yes.”

“Great, are you going to open the window? I just need to buy 3 stamps.”

He told me there was a $657 money order mistake and he had to fix that. I told him I could pay cash, that I just needed three stamps. “My supervisor says I can’t do anything right now. The system is closed. Besides that, there has been a big shooting?”

“Where was the shooting?” I inquired worriedly.

“In Utah.”

“So, that and a $657 money order mistake is shutting down a federal service?”

Basically…

I would like the non-profit people who manage and care for the trails to take over the post office.

And perhaps common sense gun control.

Shorter Insane Days

As the days in Maine are dwindling I am starting to get the Sunday scaries about going back to real life. I have had a wonderful month in Maine. I wish Russ had more free time, but as he says, “This is a great place to have to take calls from.”

As he had a full day of work I went out on a day’s adventure with my friend Warren. That means driving to hunt for antiques for him to sell at his shop in Camden. You know I am not a great shopper. I bore easily, but I do like the visits to new places. So we started he hunt very early at Miles, a barn out in the middle of nowhere, chocked full of stuff. Warren found many treasurers. I found none, but I tried.

Then we went through Augusta, the state capital on the way to the sweet town of Hallowell. I had never been there. It was a very cute town on the banks of the Kenebec River. We stopped there at a bakery Warren likes and he bought bread and I bought Russ a tiny blueberry pie. He deserved something for his day of working.

We perused our choices for lunch and picked the Quarry based on the fact that we could sit outside and look at the river and that at 11:45 there were plenty of people there, usually a good sign. Warren treated me to a very good kale salad which was so big I took half home and ate it for dinner.

We visited one more antique shop and I bought a glass jar for my Christmas decor. We also looked at a big church in town that was for sale, either $650,000 or $350,000 the online information was confusing. Warren thought I could make it the center of Mah Jongg training in Maine.

As I had enough shopping we started back for the coast. Warren wanted to show me the Maine Insane Asylum. So we drove up the road he thought it was on. When we got to a turn he said we must have missed it so we doubled back and found it nestled into a bunch of other state agency office.

The building, made of Hallowell Granite, was opened in 1840 and housed patients until 2004. Mainer Dorthea Dix was on original consultant for the Asylum. The same Dorthea Dix that the the North Carolina Mental hospital in Raleigh is named for.

It is a place that looks like horror movies were made there. According to a workman we met, the building is on the national register of historical sites, is full lead paint and asbestos. He said it would cost $25 Million to take the building down so they are currently closing it up and making it weather tight. Who knows what will come of it in the future.

The asylum is on the hill overlooking the Kenenbec river looking directly at the state house on the other side of the river. So the politicians can never forget those they serve. Or maybe it should scare politicians that we can send them there too.

Over 11,000 patients died living there and many were not properly buried. The place changed names over the years as the style of mental health changed, and the treatments changed. I watched a short documentary made by Ken Burns about the AMHI (Augusta mental Health Institute), as it came to be known and one nurse who worked there for 40 years described the era of drugs when patients who had been lost In their own worlds had awakenings.

At the height of enrollments there were over 1,800 patients which was about a third more than the place was able to hold. They lived in dormitory style rooms. You can only imagine.

The Asylum is on 600 acres that included a farm which the patients worked on in gardens and with Animals. It was probably the most therapeutic thing they could have done, but in the 70’s it was outlawed to have unpaid patient labor. They also started more community mental health services so the population went down to 300 of only the most serious patients. In 1988 five patients died from heat related illness due to the lack of climate control in the 1840 building. A new facility was eventually built right next to the old one and they moved in 2004, leaving the old building as a reminder. Pure One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

It seemed like the perfect ending to going to hunt for antiques to end learning all about a state asylum. Warren was happy I did not suggest leaving him there. I was happy that spending the day antiquing did not send me to the asylum.

We Are Too Small For Big Ships

I was driving up to Camden this morning to meet my friend Sheppy for lunch. After Labor Day I expect things to be quieter. As I turned the corner out of Owl’s head heading into Rockland I saw it. A giant Cruise ship in Rockland Harbor. Giant is not an exaggeration. It was mored out past the breakwater, which means that the passengers had to take tenders quite a ways to get to shore.

As I approached town I saw them… Old people with red lanyards around their necks and plastic Id cards, walking Willy Nilly through the town. One man who must have been in his seventies stepped into traffic, not at a cross walk and proceeded to wave cars past him as he attempted to cross four lanes. Traffic will stop for you, as long as they can see you. No one coming toward this man could see him behind the Maritime energy truck he was standing behind in the middle lane. Oh lord, I thought. Please let this ship be leaving soon.

There were busses driving passengers up to Camden and people were already lined up at Claws for lunch at 10:45 AM. Don’t those people eat enough on the ship?

As I got into Camden the same scene was repeating itself with cruise goers marching two by two down the tiny sidewalks. There were couples who had Farnsworth museum stickers on their shirts at 11:00 AM. How in the world did someone get off a ship onto a tender, walk to the Farnsworth and spend anytime whatsoever looking at the art, get a bus and drive 20 minutes up to Camden all by 11:00? Pick a quaint Maine town and look at it, don’t try and go to all the towns.

Thankfully cruisers don’t have cars so parking was not a problem for me or Sheppy. We had no trouble finding each other and went to try out the new, and highly regarded Buttermilk Kitchen. It was good, even if I had to pull an Easy Rider order. I was getting a scramble mash up, of sun dried tomatoes, spinach, peppers and cheese with eggs. I asked if they could add grilled onions. “You can’t add anything, only subtract things.” It was a mash up so I did not know how adding onions was a problem.

“Then I want a side of grilled onions.” Not a problem. The onions came in a tiny condiment cup so I just dumped them on top of my mash up. Adding Onions was not a problem.

Sheppy and I had a great time telling stories. She is leaving Maine this weekend too. We promised to have lunch together next year.

I had to dodge the cruisers on my way back to the car. I had planned on stopping in a store or two, but was turned off by the scores of husbands standing outside the doors waiting for their wives.

At home around 4:00 the giant ship cruised past our house. Good riddance. I hope a another one does not take its place tomorrow.

Clothes I Need and Clothes I Don’t Need in Maine Next Year

This blog is totally a reminder for me about what I should and should not bring to Maine next year. You would think after coming to Maine for decades I would know what to bring, but it never fails that I bring too much of the wrong stuff and not enough of the right stuff. I try and not bring much.

Here is problem number one. When I am packing in North Carolina in August I am hot. I have spent the better part of the last five months wearing cotton dresses so for some reason I think I will continue wearing said dresses. Yes, I wore those dresses on my drive up, when I was in Boston and New Hampshire, but only twice, once I got to Maine and that was my first week. Next year two summer dresses and no more. I did not need the six I brought.

I brought my favorite very old Wauwinet sweatshirt and have worn that more than anything else. At the last minute in packing I threw in pair of blue jeans. I had not worn blue jeans all year. They are my second most worn item.

I brought two pairs of shorts that I have not worn once. Now, to be fair it was hot in Maine this summer and I had heard about from my friends. It just wasn’t hot once I got here. Next year one pair of shorts will be fine and if it’s hot I will wash them a lot.

I forgot to bring any socks whatsoever since I have not worn socks at home for six months. I need socks. I could have bought some, maybe tomorrow. I did not bring any warm workout pants. Consequently today, since it has been very cold and rainy, and I have been hanging at home I put on my groovy comfy pants and a striped warm shirt. I am breaking the number one rule I taught Carter as a two year old dressing herself, no patterns with patterns. Thank god no one stopped by.

I was still cold today. The sweaters I brought to Maine were not warm so I did buy a new sweater. The five white shirts— long, 3/4, short, sleeveless and button down have all been worn. So the all white shirt plan was good.

The summer nightgown was fine, but I should have brought warm slippers. The blue sneakers and white sneakers, keens and sandals were good. Repeat those shoes. I have worn all my shoes. No need for anything fancier. Actually, no need for any fancy shoes ever in life. I am old enough to just wear sneakers everywhere, as long as they are clean.

My blue rain coat has come in handy. It should just live in my car. I think that is all I will ever need in Maine. This year most of the clothes I brought were blue or white and that was good. No one cares what an old lady is wearing. Old ladies are practically invisible unless they are totally outrageous. I will chose invisible, but next year a little warmer.

Total Laziness

One of the joys of coming to Maine for a month is it is OK to have a do-nothing day. If I were home there is no way I could do nothing. When I am away with limited responsibilities I feel little guilt about watching you tubes, playing iPad games, looking at the ocean and snuggling with Shay.

Today we went to breakfast at Grazie in Rockland. It was fair tasting, but crazy expensive. I don’t know that we will go back. The good part is the servings were small so we hardly ate anything. The bad part was each bite cost $4.

Then I had my lazy day. I didn’t even go in the kitchen. I did not do any laundry. I just played. Then we went out to dinner at Salt Wharf in Camden. It was raining so there was no view. Because of the rain the roof deck was closed so we didn’t get to check that out. The food was good and I loved my peach salad with grilled shrimp. But the best thing was my cantalope shrub mocktail.

We were fast diners, but even though we were there just an hour the rain made a huge, I mean very deep puddle at the bottom of the stairs to get to our car. It was too big to get around and probably feet deep. We looked for another way out and found a ramp that lead to a place without the puddle, but a big step down. Thank goodness for my tall husband who helped me down.

I think that it is going to rain all day tomorrow so I am looking at two days in a row of total laziness. I won’t have to cook because we have so many left overs from yesterday. I wonder how many Nate and Kara travel video I will watch tomorrow?

One Good Neighbor

The last two days were big adventures, so today was recovery day. It was great to sleep in, or in my case go back to sleep after a rogue early morning jet flew over our house. I lazed around. Had a zoom call with the great people at The Tides Inn where I am teaching classes in October. Did some more mah Jongg class work and then went to the market to get the last things I needed for the dinner I was making tonight.

We invited our neighbor Evelyn over for dinner. She has always been the nicest person to us. She is good at giving us the dirt, especially since our house was built by her grand parents. Turns out the women next door to us, are not just rude to us, but everyone.

Evelyn is vegetarian so I made and eggplant, zucchini, onion, sun dried tomato bake with cottage cheese, mozzarella and Gruyere. Then I make a butternut squash, fennel, thyme, roasted garlic and feta with rigatoni. Good thing they were yummy as we will be eating them for many meals to come.

Evelyn was very entertaining and stayed a very long time, which we loved. Shay tried to go up to bed before she left, but did not want to miss any of the action. It is great to have a neighbor you like so much. Evelyn sold two of her three houses that are next to us to a couple of lawyers from Washington DC. We hope we like them. She will still be living in one of her houses so at least we will still have her.

Suzanne, Art, Food and the Annoying Beard Guy

I had a big day in Portland with Suzanne. Weeks and weeks ago she got tickets from the Portland Museum of Art for the Winslow Homer Studio Tour. So she planned a big day with Art and a very early dinner at Scales in Portland.

I got up early and made the almost two hour drive down to Portland and met her at the Museum. For those who are unfamiliar with Winslow Homer, he was one of American’s preeminent 19th century artists. Born in 1836 and died in 1910. He painted lots of marine scenes and you would most certainly recognize his works.

Homer lived the last third of his life in Prouts Neck, in Scarborough Maine. I was unfamiliar with Prouts Neck, but once we visited the very tony neighborhood I could see why Homer took up residence in his brother’s carriage house. But I am getting ahead of myself.

The PMA purchased the Homer Home and property a few years ago from the family and painstakingly restored it to show it as it was when Homer lived and worked there. Since it is in this very fancy gated community of other much more grand homes, 80% of which are just summer homes, the museum is greatly restricted as to how many visitors can come and see the studio.

The small group for today’s tour, which could only total the number of people who can fit on the small sprinter bus to take the 25 minute ride from Portland to Prouts Neck gathered in the museum lobby. One man stood out immediately and not just for his long and wispy white beard.

Gardiner, our diamond-stud earringed docent, was knowledgeable and engaging. He first took us to see the museum’s prized Homer, Weatherbeaten and told us we would visit the very sight that inspired this fabulous painting. Mr. Wispy beard began to display his encyclopedic knowledge of Homer. Garndier, was kind, but did not defer to Mr. Wispy as he ushered the 14 of us onto the bus where Suzanne and I sat in the back row as all trouble making students tend to do.

We had a good lesson on Homer in the bus and Suzanne and I generally tuned out the Mr. Wispy commentary since we were in the way back. The studio was beautiful and the property on the rocky Maine cliffs was awe inspiring.

At one point when I was tiring of Mr. Wispy’s unasked for lecture on his personal knowledge of Homer I asked, “Were you a friend of his?” Quickly followed by, “That was not a comment about your age.” It only shut him up for a few minutes, but gave the rest of the tour members the much needed break.

In spite of the unpaid additional docent on the tour, it was an exceptional tour and Suzanne and I had a great time. We spent another three hours exploring the museum’s collection after the tour before we walked the streets looking at stores.

Suzanne had made a 4:30 reservation for our lunch/dinner at Scales right when it opened. Amazingly the whole place filled up immediately at 4:30, which means it was going to be great.

We ordered everything to share and the first thing that came was a sweet potato and lobster bisque. We each dipped our spoons in and took our first taste. TOO SALTY. We apologetically sent it back. The waiter came back and told us the kitchen had tasted it and agreed it was much too salty. Thank goodness we were not deemed difficult diners. The next thing that arrived was Anadama bread with butter and molasses. Apparently my body language upon first bite was dramatic enough that the people at the table across from us ordered, “what she is having.” Everything else we ate was spectacular and I would return to eat there any chance I could get.

It was such a fun day with Suzanne and I was sorry that it was over by 6:30, but she had an hours drive back to New Hampshire and I had almost double back to Shay and Russ in Owl’s head. Just another great day in Maine and a cherished day with my dear life-long friend.

A Little Brown Dog Visits Monhegan

My Mom and Dad put me in the car early this morning to make the 30 minute drive to Port Clyde. That is where we were catching the ferry to go to Monhegan Island, ten miles from Port Clyde. We were told to get to the port an hour before our boat because even though we bought tickets online, if you don’t check in early they give your seats away. Of course we got there early, so we walked around and Daddy got a coffee, while I just looked cute.

The ferry was full. We sat inside since I had never been on a ferry before and no one wanted me to be sick. There was a couple sitting across from us who liked me so they struck up a conversation with Mom. She of course went to sit by them and talked to them the whole way over to the island. His name was Peter and her’s was Lisa. Peter had grown up on Monhegan and told Mom lots of cool stuff about growing up there.

Once we docked I pranced right off the ferry like I do it all the time. It was a beautiful day and so we all hiked up the big hill to the lighthouse, the highest point on the island, because Peter told us it was a great place to start our visit. There was a cool museum at the lighthouse and a nice lady said that even Puppies could visit it. Her dog Hazel was there and so I was welcomed. She and Mommy had a long conversation while I got checked out by Hazel.

After looking at all the art and artifacts Mommy and I were sitting on a bench and a nice woman from New Mexico came to see me. She started up a long conversation with Mommy. When Daddy came back to us he said he was keeping track of how many people Mommy had met on this trip.

Once we were at the light house we were already at the halfway point for a trail that took us across the middle of the island. I am a very good hiker, not just good for a 14 year old dog, but way better than Mommy. We got to the most eastern edge of the island that I knew there was nothing between us and England except some fish.

By this point I was getting hungry. It was a good half hour or so to hike back to town and then a little more as we had to find the fish house we were going to be eating at. They had picnic tables outside. Daddy ordered fish tacos for himself and Mommy and then realized he forgot about me. So he went back and the only thing he thought I would want was bacon. So he he ordered me a double order of six slices!

When the bacon came I sat politely with my head on the table waiting for Daddy to break off a bit of bacon and give it to me. That prompted a woman at the next table to start talking to Mommy. Her name was Sydney and she had a house next to the fish house. They talked for at least an hour. Daddy was still keeping track, Sydney was person four.

Eventually Mommy said goodbye to her and we went to a shop and they let me come in. I like Monhegan, dogs are welcomed everywhere. I did meet a cat on the road and it did not like me even though I gave her every opportunity to change her mind. Mommy didn’t let me hang out with her too long. By then it was time to go line up for the ferry. You know what happened there. Mommy and the man sitting next to her had a long conversation. I was OK with it because he liked me.

We got back on the ferry and this time we sat on the top deck outside. I was exhausted. Mommy must have been too because she did not talk to anyone, until we docked and the girl next to her said that I had been the best puppy on the boat. She was right.

It was after six when we got home and I was so tired I skipped dinner and came right up to bed. Being a Monhegan ferry dog takes a lot out of you, but I would like to do it again because I got to spend the whole day with Mommy and more importantly Daddy.

Sista J’s Birthday

It’s my baby sister Janet’s birthday. It’s not a big birthday, and since she is nine years young than me all her birthdays seem small compared to mine. Even though she is in Italy celebrating the best way possible I want to post a photo of one of the days I was most proud of her. She was the co-chair of the human rights campaign gala in Washington DC and it was a big deal. It was also probably the day we’re looked our best at the same time. Happy Birthday Janet. You rock.

For me, not in Italy, I spent the day going thrifting with my friend Warren, since Russ had work calls all day. We went south, visiting Damariscotta, Brunswick, Topsham and finishing in Bath. We stoped at Wild Oats in Brunswick for lunch.

We went to Bath to see our friend Julie who was trapped at work and couldn’t spend the day or even the lunch with us. She did take us to a great consignment shop down the street from her office. Bath is such a cute town, I could have spent all day just there.

I did introduce Warren to the joys of Apple Maps and following the gps suggested routes. He learned lots of new ways to get to the places he has been going to for years. It helped that I was driving and had control.

It was a very nice way to spend Janet’s Birthday if I couldn’t be with her. happy birthday Sista J!

Just the Two of Us

Sad Labor Day as it was our final few minutes with Carter and Claire. We had so much fun having them in Maine. This has been a great tradition to have them come and stay for the holiday weekend, but Labor Day always makes me sad as it means they will be going back to Boston.

It is never great to have to leave Maine on a Holiday, but it is even worse to return to Boston on September 1 as it is the great move in day for all the students. I was happy I didn’t have to make that drive and move anyone anywhere in Boston today.

So we were back to being just the two of us and the little brown dog. It could not have been a more beautiful day. The perfect temperature. To soothe the sadness we went up to the Owl’s head general store to get a sandwich. Turned out everyone else sitting at the picnic tables outside we also from Philly, so Russ had a little talk with his fellow Philadelphians.

I spent a little time cooking the things I got at the farmers market that needed to be prepped. Now we have food for the week. Good thing as I have a very busy week with all day activities three days in a row.

I took as much time as I wanted just looking at the water and nature. Total soul renewing Maine time.