26 May 2010

Summer has arrived in Maine

Last week I wore a coat to our daughter's track meet. A coat over a fleece.

Yesterday it was 87 degrees and we are all sunburnt. Coats are a distant memory.

Last night at 10:00 p.m., I was feeling hot and disgruntled. My darling husband asked what he could do to make me feel better. I pointed at the A/C unit in its box on the floor of our bedroom. I had dragged it out earlier in the day, hoping he'd have time to install it, but then in my desperate desire to avoid the stifling hot upper level of our house, I'd forgotten about it until we went up to bed.

He sighed and told me that he'd been waiting for this weather for EIGHT MONTHS.

But being the kind-hearted soul that he is, he installed the A/C and the room soon cooled to a sleep-able temperature.

Today the forecast was for a high of 83. It's now 90 at 11:00 a.m.

Hello, Summer.

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17 May 2010

Graduation Day

The University of Southern Maine had its graduation this past Saturday.

Our son, Andy, was one of the graduates.

*Sob*




Sigh. They grow up so fast.

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07 May 2010

Sights around Maine

Seen yesterday near the track & field facility for Oxford Hills High School.



And this... this cracked me up. Only in Maine!



Have a happy weekend!

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01 May 2010

May Day

This day always sounds more like a call for help than a lovely spring holiday. And speaking of which, is it REALLY a holiday? I mean, what is May Day anyway? Yeah, I once knew and I could now look it up on Google, but I'm just too tired.

It was not a holiday at our house.

On Thursday, my hubby had five teeth pulled to make way for implants. Problem is, implants take a LONG time to finish, with many steps along the way, the first of which is waiting for the gums to heal... which means he has no upper back teeth for the next 8 weeks. Baby food anyone?

So the last couple of days have been spent trying to figure out what, exactly he can eat - all of which requires nothing more than a spoon. And this for a man who loves steak more than life itself. Very sad.

Today, though he was only two days post-surgery (with plenty of fat-faced swelling, I can tell you) we figured it would be a good day to pick up a load of mulch and spread it around the garden. Honestly, I only wanted him to ride along... I planned to do the rest of the work myself. But being the sweetheart (and gentleman) that he is, before I knew it, he was unloading the mulch into the wheelbarrow while I spread it around. I kept telling him to stop, but he wouldn't.

Then he went inside and passed out and the REAL mayday began. Ok, not really, but he did go take a nap. Then I made him a nice bowl of clam chowder (put through the blender first - he can't chew the clams) and now he's comfy on the couch once again.

The problem is that *I* am tired, but I still have all my teeth, so I feel I have no right to complain. Just so ya know, I went on a 3-mile walk, pulled all the weeds in our back garden, and then did the whole mulching thing. AND PUT THE CLAM CHOWDER THROUGH THE BLENDER. Yeah, that was the really exhausting part.

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