27 December 2010


The forecast said 10-18 inches, and thus far, we barely got 10.

Thankfully, this is a cold, dry snow, which is the easiest kind to clean up.

Yet when it starts snowing one night and still isn't finished snowing the next, clean up often happens when it's getting dark.

They say it will be over and done by morning. Let's hope so.

But hey, so far, we still haven't lost power. Knock on wood...

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26 December 2010

Pics from Christmastime

Among the craziness this past month, we had a lot of lovely times. Our daughter had her 18th birthday, we got a Christmas tree, the cats enjoyed the wrapping paper, and we had a pretty, rather uneventful snow.

And speaking of uneventful snows, tonight we are bracing for a rather EVENTFUL snow. They're saying 13+ inches at our house. We've got the wood stacked, the milk and bread bought, the snowblower fueled up, and the candles and matches are ready.

Let it snow!

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25 December 2010

Merry Christmas - you should be in Maine


If you like snow, that is. Apparently, Big Daddy will be visiting us tomorrow. Who is Big Daddy? Let me introduce you...

Big Daddy

Not that snow is the ONLY thing Maine has to offer from Christmas time on into late April. No - there's so much more. There are all the winter sports, which don't really count because they are related to snow. There's also the lack of people and crowds, which, I suppose, are snow related also. Oh, and there's the... oh wait, that's snow related, too. Ok, so how about the indoor activities like drinking hot chocolate and reading and... ok, yeah, we're in there because of all the snow.

I mentioned a few days ago that my son is here, after spending the past semester in Arizona. When he left earlier this week to fly out here, it was 80 degrees there. He's been in a bit of shock from the cold, to say the least. And this is a kid who never really liked the cold when he did live in Maine full time.

As we were driving to the Christmas Eve service at our church, looking at Christmas lights and snow, I asked him if he's enjoying being back in New England for Christmas. He laughed and said, "What's to like?" I reminded him about how here it FEELS like Christmas, not to mention the coziness of the small towns, the nice people, the safety, etc. He then went on to explain to me that he thinks everyone in Maine who actually likes it must be suffering from some type of Stockholm Syndrome.

Yeah, those are the kinds of conversations we are having. Thanks, son - love what grad school has done to you!

Seriously, though - this is an enchanting land. Yes, it's cold, but that's a small price to pay for such a lovely place.

I probably posted this last year, but it's worth another look and listen. This song always makes me cry a little because it's just so sweet...

Merry Christmas!

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23 December 2010


It seems this December will go on record as being one of the craziest in our house... and it isn't even Christmas yet.

The highlights:

I began picking up about 3 times as many hours at the child-care center where I work, what with Christmas coming and flying our son home from Arizona. Of course that freed up all kinds of extra time for Christmas shopping and baking. Not.

Two weeks ago we got our Christmas tree, but it sat in our living room for a week before we could even think about decorating it.

Between cat #1 and cat #2 burning their toes, we had a bit of a hell week. On top of working all these extra hours while still trying to keep things afloat at home, basketball season has gotten underway, so we are going to a couple of games each week for one daughter, while the other daughter has picked up more hours at work. Translated: we are rarely home.

And that same week, what with extra meetings for school and finishing up a finance class we're taking, the icing on the cake was a lice scare. A little girl in the child-care center was found to have lice - a little girl who had been sitting in my lap that same day and who even took a play cowboy hat off her head and put it on mine.


I found this out at the end of a VERY LONG DAY, but it meant going and buying the lice treatments. Paranoid as I am about such things, I picked through the hair and forced treatment of everyone in the family. After all, I'd been around this kid all week, so who knew if I'd brought home a whole slew of lice.

Oh God.


Thankfully, we never found so much as one nit on any of us, but we all did the full treatment, and I cleaned, bagged, or sprayed everything in the house that might even remotely be an appealing resting place for a louse.

Two weeks later, still I start to itch when I think about it.

Oh, but that's not all. That same week, I fell at the child-care center. It was one of those things where I stepped on a toy and my feet just went right out from under me. What's more, I fell ON a two-year-old boy. As I was reeling from a bruised hip and a screaming child, I looked up to see a little girl, hardly walking, had vomit running down the top of her head. Someone had THROWN UP ON THAT LITTLE GIRL.

To put it frankly,... WTF?

And yes, the boy is fine, and two weeks later, my hip doesn't hurt anymore.

Just when I thought things were leveling out, that was when cat #2 burnt his paws. Good thing I'd been working more. Forget Christmas - we'd rather give all our money to our vet.

The NEXT day, my sweet daughter insisted on giving blood at the local blood drive, but for whatever reason, it hit her hard this year. Not only did she pass out, she was pretty much zombie-fied for the rest of the weekend.

But we finally decorated the tree that Saturday night at nearly midnight!

As the weekend commenced and things seemed to be looking up, we got a call that my husband's father was in ICU with bronchitis that had suddenly turned into severe pneumonia. He drove down to R.I. to help his mom and be with his dad. Thankfully, his father is home now, recovering, but it was a scary thing.

Add to all this a mixture of college application deadlines for one daughter, non-stop basketball activities for the other daughter, our son arriving in the midst of it all, and... oh yeah, I started a new job on top of the child-care place. Because you know, there just isn't enough excitement around here. We also scheduled all our family dental appointments this week because... well, why not? Oh, and I got a filling. Fun times!

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So now I'm sitting here in the early morning hours, savoring the quiet. The Christmas tree lights are the only lights on in the house. Everyone is asleep, including all the friends who stayed over after my daughter's surprise 18th birthday party last night. Outside is a magical fresh snowfall that has delightfully promised us a white Christmas. My son is home. The food is bought. The gifts will soon be wrapped. The work week is over. School is out. The cats are healing.

I'm going to relax and read a book while the snow falls outside. And then, to add to the magic, we'll go take our old truck into the shop today, because you know, it just wouldn't be right to relax for more than FIVE MINUTES.

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09 December 2010

Burnt Toes

Last week our little grey cat, Henry, (the one who gets on counters, opens cabinets, tears into bread bags and cracker boxes, knocks things off tables and counters, and generally wreaks havoc on our home) burnt his paws on our wood stove.

We didn't see it happen. It was probably during one of the nights when he and his partner-in-crime were locked in the basement so we could sleep more than 4 hours at a stretch. I was actually surprised it was him, because of the three cats, Henry is by far the smartest, if not the most trouble.

Clearly, he had leapt onto the stove and then probably right off again. The two paws on his left side were the worst and when he walked he often held up his front left paw. It was very sad. The vet gave him an antibiotic injection and told us the paws would heal up on their own. And they are well on their way. After several days of lethargy, he is now running around, playing, and generally terrorizing the house once again.

It was a week ago today that we went to the vet.

Late last night I noticed that our big orange cat, Jack, (the other boy cat) was limping. And when I checked, sure enough, his paws are now burnt as well. This doesn't surprise me. When God passed out cat brains, this cat was not in line. He is the sweetest, most good natured animal I've ever encountered, but he is sorely lacking in the intelligence department.

So back to the vet we go. Thankfully, I am not working today. That was not the original plan, but due to other unforeseen circumstances, I won't be working again until next week... but that is a story for another post and another time.

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In other news, it is 12 degrees outside. Winter has not only arrived early, it has dug in its claws and seems to be here to stay.

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25 November 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

Here's hoping your Thanksgiving is a peaceful day full of good food and good visits with family and friends.

I'm missing my oldest today, as he's out west. But thankfully my mom went to see him, and she is cooking dinner for him and some of his grad school friends today.

Do you have a tradition of going around the Thanksgiving table and talking about everything for which you are thankful? We do. It usually starts out with the usual things - that we're thankful for family and friends, home and food, jobs and freedom. Then sometimes we get corny and we talk about being thankful for our favorite foods on table... and thankful that there's not more of our lesser favorites. It's almost like a brainstorming session, because sometimes it takes several minutes before we really get into the nitty gritty and talk about how truly thankful we are for one another, and for the little things that make our relationships so special.

I highly recommend it.

And today I have to say, one of the things I am thankful for this year, as petty as it may seem, is that I was able to sleep in until 10:00 this morning. We locked up the two cats that like to terrorize us at 5:00 a.m., and it was... bliss. When I awakened, I looked at my husband and said, "I haven't slept in this late in years... maybe in decades!"

I'm also thankful that some of the local radio stations are now playing Christmas music. I could listen to it all year.

So now that I've frittered away half the day, it's time to go cook the meal, most of which is already prepared, and get ready for the rest of the day.

Lastly, I am thankful, as always, for living in this beautiful state. Maine is definitely the place to be during the holidays.

Happy Thanksgiving and God Bless!

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22 November 2010

Rain Cat

Our orange cat, Jack, fails at being a cat. He's a great dog - golden retriever to be precise - but he's lousy at doing cat-type things. Not that this is a bad thing.

Jack comes when you call him. He rolls on his back when anyone walks into the room. He smiles when you pet him or scratch him under his chin. He isn't good at sharpening his claws and he's terrible at chasing things. He will, however, hold his favorite toy in his mouth and roll around on the floor. Like a dog.

The only cat-like things he does are to jump up and sit on top of the refrigerator (though I swear, he still looks and acts like a dog while up there) and he uses the litter box. Thank God.

We used to have a German Shepherd who was messy when she ate and drank. She slurped her food, and when she drank from her water bowl, she drooled it across the entire kitchen floor. Not fun for those walking through the kitchen wearing only socks on their feet. Jack is like this. In fact, before he drinks, he puts his paw in the water to check the temperature - or something - and then shakes water off his paw before drinking.

The other weird thing he does is that he Talks. All. The. Time. He doesn't always meow, but he sort of mutters to himself, commenting on his route as he walks along. When I wake up in the morning, he walks into our bedroom muttering, and jumps up onto the bed, telling me what's what. As I walk down the stairs to feed him, he shows me the way and gives me a guided tour. When I get the food bag out of the cupboard, he gets a bit frantic and his muttering turns to excited yelling. And so it goes throughout the day.

If you've ever seen the movie, Rainman, you can imagine this cat... "You know I'm not wearing any underwear, I'm definitely not wearing any underwear."

Or if he gets hit by our prissy female cat, Isabel, who hates his dog-like ways, it's... "I'm an excellent cat. Really, I'm an excellent cat. And Isabel sucks."

At meal time it's...

"Four minutes to Wapner, four minutes to Wapner, four minutes to Wapner!"

Maybe I should take him to Vegas?

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20 November 2010

Trees with leaves, be warned.

We are halfway done with our annual leaf-raking saga. Can I just say here, once and for all, that I really hate this part of living in Maine. Don't get me wrong, I love trees. I just don't want any in my yard. Or you know, maybe one small one. An evergreen one.

We have a few maple trees, which are nice, but mostly we have oak trees, which are just awful. They shade the flowers, not the house. Their leaves don't turn a pretty vibrant color in the fall; rather, they turn an ugly brown. Also, their leaves are the last to fall, which means we have to WAIT to rake them all up. Sometimes the snow falls before the oak leaves fall. Oh, and did I mention the acorns? Ever tried to rake piles and piles of acorns? No? You haven't lived until you've raked and bagged ACORNS.

I've told my husband I want to clear out a huge majority of our trees. And for you bleeding heart tree lovers out there, get over it - Maine is chock full of trees. The woods around our house are chock full of trees, so even if we cleared our yard, we'd STILL have leaves. But maybe it would be a do-able job. You know, maybe just a one or two day job. Not every weekend from Halloween through Thanksgiving.

I raked for a good part of the day yesterday, and the wind tried to thwart my efforts. This, after we worked out there all day last weekend. Yesterday afternoon just before it got dark (you know, at like 3:00 p.m.) we started loading leaves into the back of our pick-up truck. On top of those, we put the bags of leaves we'd filled last weekend. This morning, we took it all to our local dump, and then came back and got the rest. So yay, the front yard is nearly done. But the back yard... I want to cry when I realize we STILL have leaves to rake. They never end.

So, let it be known, if I ever have some extra money lying around, I'm going to have those oak trees cut down. Oh yes, I will. And just think of all the firewood we'll have?

And speaking of firewood, last night we were sitting in our living room watching an NCIS re-run, and I realized that I felt really, really relaxed for the first time in weeks. I couldn't really say why - my comfy flannel pants and sweatshirt? A clean house? Dinner over, dishes done, glass of wine in hand? Maybe - but here's what I think it really was... the house was WARM. Yesterday was the first day we lit a fire in our woodstove.

Each year as the weather gets cooler, we begin using our kerosene monitor heater in the basement, but as temperatures dip below freezing, the monitor just doesn't cut it. The woodstove is the only thing that will really take off the chill. It was nice to finally get into bed and not shiver violently, waiting for the down comforter to start doing its thing.

Of course, when January arrives, with its sub-zero temps, we'll be cranking the electric space heaters and choosing warmth over food.

Ok, not really, but that's me, always looking on the bright side.

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09 November 2010

Sunset/Fall Back

My husband took this photo on Saturday, the night before we set our clocks back for winter. It feels like this will be the last sunset we see until, like, April... or whenever it is we set our clocks back forward, which is a whole 'nuther nightmare.

No, this isn't Iceland and we DO still have sunsets, but ever since we set back the clocks on Sunday, it feels like the days got exponentially shorter. We only lost an hour, but it SEEMED like it was still staying light until around 6:30 or 7:00. Now it's dark at 4:00. Ok, that might be because it's been cloudy and raining for two days, but it still feels not only like we lost a couple of hours, but that we lost a couple of hours of LIGHT.

Maybe I need to try harder to notice it on the other end of the day - that ragged end where we're just trying to get going and life is all about chaos.

Actually, for about a month I've been commenting about how nice it will be when we set the clocks back, because then I can get up and go running again at 6:00 and not have to take a flashlight. Guess how many times I've done that so far this week? Well, it HAS been raining and I HAVE been sick. So, yeah.

I really have no good or peppy way of ending this, so I'll just say - come around about 4:00 tomorrow and we'll watch for the sunset. If this damned rain ever stops.

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04 November 2010

It's All a Conspiracy

Well, most of the leaves have fallen, Halloween has come and gone, the wood is stacked, the shed and garage are clean, the heater is on, and the windows are shut tight. Some of the storm windows have even been put on.

All traces of summer are gone, even our tans. There's really not much to tell around here in the wintertime, so I guess I'll just sign off until next April or May. Have a nice winter!

Oh, I kid.

To whom would I complain about ALL THE SNOW if not to you, dear internet?

No snow for us yet here near the coast, though there was a rumor it was snowing in Bangor a couple of days ago. We did get a ton of rain today and lost power just long enough to get all the candles lit and change our plans for the evening. Then it came back on and we had to reset everything. Sometimes I think there's a guy somewhere in our town with a big lever-like switch, and sometimes I think he knocks out the power just to mess with us.

I also believe there are little green men living in the woods, but that my memory of them has been erased by the Men in Black. Oh wait, that's my son's non-memory, not mine.

I won't sign off for winter, but I do think I should sign off for the night before this cold-medicine-induced insanity/paranoia makes me say something weird.

Good night!

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02 November 2010

Food Wars: Maine Lobster Rolls

True confessions here. I had never eaten (or heard of) a lobster roll before I came to Maine. In my limited experience, lobsters were only eaten right out of the shell. As a child, I was traumatized by watching my dad toss them, live, into a pot of boiling water on the stove while I cringed.

Understand that I grew up in Colorado. The only lobsters we saw were the ones my dad brought back to us from Maine and Massachusetts when he went on business trips. The lobsters were shipped on ice, just as they are today, and we’d watch them crawl around our kitchen floor before their tragic deaths. I shudder, remembering…

Dare I confess that to this day, I have never cooked a lobster? Maybe it was the deep scars from my childhood, or maybe I’m just not much of a cook anyway (no comments from my family, thank you). I will, say, however, that after coming to Maine all those years ago, I discovered the heaven-on-earth that is lobster rolls. Yes, you read that right. HEAVEN. ON. EARTH.

A Maine lobster roll is a mouth-watering delicacy made of succulent chunks of lobster meat mixed with mayo and packed into a New England style hot dog bun. And yes, a New England style hot dog bun is different from the rest of the buns across America. In a word, they’re better.

If you’ve never had a lobster roll, then you need to get yourself to Maine and find out what you’ve been missing all your life. If you’re already in Maine and you’re looking to find out who has the BEST lobster roll around, then you’re in luck.

Tomorrow evening on The Travel Channel, Food Wars will be featuring two local Maine restaurants whose specialties are none other than – lobster rolls. In each episode of Food Wars, host Camille Ford visits a different city across America and profiles two local establishments that compete to make the best signature dish of the area. To settle these deep-seeded local rivalries once and for all, Camille organizes a final showdown taste test to determine who has the “best dish in town”.

In this week’s episode of Food Wars, Camille and the crew are in our own Kennebunkport, Maine. The episode will feature two local Maine eateries famous for their lobster rolls : Alisson’s Restaurant and The Clam Shack.

Alisson’s is a family-owned Maine restaurant that has been making delicious lobster rolls since 1973. Take top quality seafood served in a casual, relaxed atmosphere, add legendary service and a dedication to each and every guest and you have Alisson's recipe for success.

The Clam Shack, the oldest continually-operated fish market in Maine, has put a twist on the lobster roll by creating the Maine Lobster Roll Kit. This kit consists of 1 lb. of fresh-picked lobster meat, 6 traditional Maine rolls, 3 oz. of Clam Shack Mayo, and a recipe card.

Located just 500 feet apart, these two establishments have formed a rivalry among Kennebunkport locals. Joined by two food experts--Brian Duff (Veteran Food Critic of the Portland Phoenix) and Kathleen Fleury (Culinary Writer for Maine’s Premier Down East Magazine)--Camille will declare once and for all who makes the best lobster roll in Maine.

Sound tasty? Check out this clip previewing the episode...

Is that lobster meat decadent looking, or what?

The show airs tomorrow night, Wednesday, November 3, at 10pm Eastern. Check your local listings to make sure you don't miss it.

And if watching the show isn’t enough, you can follow the Food Wars crew on Twitter @Food_Wars and Facebook at www.facebook.com/foodwars.

Bon Appetit!

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I Voted

At this time of the year, I often have to remind myself to be THANKFUL for all the annoying signs and phone calls.

They are evidence that we live in a free nation where we are free to run for office and to choose who will lead us.

I went to the polling place right after work and immediately saw a neighbor, a friend, an acquaintance, and a wonderful older man from our church.

I know two of the ladies who are running against each other for state rep (opposite parties) and I really like them both. Both live less than a mile from me.

I just love living in a small town like this. I wish you all could come live here and experience it with me.

Ok, well maybe not. Find your own small town. :P

Seriously, though - I voted.

Did you?

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01 November 2010

Two Weeks Behind

Ok, so as you know, my grandma died and I flew out west for a week. Then when I came back, I was swamped with the business of buying a new washing machine, setting up a guy to put a new roof on our house, and all the other stuff that goes with getting a house back in order after jetting off without warning.

All that to say - my photos are two weeks behind. These were taken on October 16, when the foliage in our area was at peak color.

And in this last one, those aren't smiles you see - we were grimacing from the cold...

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31 October 2010

Happy Halloween

For the first time in my 23 years of being a parent, I am not taking anyone trick-or-treating, nor am I worrying about anyone out trick-or-treating. My son is off in Arizona, studying (his Halloween party was last night) and my two girls are watching horror flicks in the basement with friends.

After watching the Broncos lose, the Patriots win, and Brett Favre get hurt, my husband and I turned off football and now we're watching Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein.

It was weird, this year, we didn't carve pumpkins, and I didn't even drag our fake jack-o-lanterns out of the basement until after the first trick-or-treater arrived around 5:00 p.m.

But it FEELS like Halloween outside. All the pretty leaves are gone - only the oaks remain. It is cold and blustery. The air smells crisp and there is a hint of burning wood on the breeze. In my book, the holiday season has now officially begun. :)

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29 October 2010

New Mexico Pics - And Nana

As I was flying west last week, I was surprised when the flight from Denver to Albuquerque went over the mountains. I've taken that flight many times, and it usually just follows Interstate 25 south. When we turned west at Colorado Springs, I had a momentary worry about terrorism... but to no avail. One I got over my surprise, I started snapping photos of Pikes Peak out the plane window.

New Mexico, as always, was dry, rugged, colorful and lovely.

In spite of, or perhaps because of, the circumstances, my mom and I had a wonderful visit... and the sun shone, at least a bit, every day I was there.

Lastly, and most importantly - the lady for whom the memories and sentiments are being shared and spoken by her family all around the country.

In younger days, my little Nana... Southern Belle, kind-hearted grandmother, loving mother, and always a lady. May she rest in peace.

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25 October 2010

Bye-Bye, Nana.

Last Monday I awakened to a lovely autumnn morning, went for a 5-mile walk, and then started the usual monday tasks of laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning the house, etc.

Then, just after noon, I got the phone call I had been half-expecting for several years now: Nana, my little 94-year-old grandma, has passed away.

Nana lived most of her life in Texas, but had spent the last 7+ years in New Mexico, so she could be near her two daughters - my mom and my aunt. She started out in assisted living, but then quickly deteriorated and dementia set in.

We were all surprised when she made it to her 90th birthday. That was nearly 5 years ago. In the past year, she's gone downhill, but not at any greater pace than before. I'm proud to report that my mom visited her at the nursing facility almost daily, in addition to working full time. In the end, my mom was one of the only people my grandma recognized, but I wonder if she still understood the concept that this nice lady who came to see her every day was her daughter.

On the day she died, my mom was there, holding her hand. Hard as it was, it was a beautiful thing. She went very peacefully - if only we all could go like that - at peace, and holding the hand of a loved one.

Yet, my mom was all alone in dealing with this hard thing, so the second half of my Monday last week was spent packing, madly finishing laundry, trying to plan meals for the family, and scrambling to find a flight. I left for New Mexico early Tuesday morning.

It was a special time for me and my mom. Much of what we did was just those things that are involved with the business of dying - going to the funeral home and crematorium, collecting Nana's things from the nursing facility, writing the obituary, notifying friends and family, and of course talking, remembering, laughing and crying. I'm happy to say that we laughed far more than we cried... and Nana definitely would have wanted it that way.

I arrived back in Maine late Saturday night after a long day of three different flights. When I walked into the tunnel that took us from plane to building, I saw a lovely sight; a sign posted on the doorway of the tunnel that said, "Welcome Home."

How cool is that?

So now I feel a bit like I'm taking up where I left off last week - not only doing all the Monday things listed above, but also getting things back in order for a family who is not used to me being gone. (Did it not occur to them to go to the grocery store when they ran out of things?)

But also, life is different now. Not that I had much contact at all with my Nana these past few years. Even when I did, I'm not sure she knew me. But she was my last surviving grandparent. All the others passed away before I was 12-years-old. Nana, however, was the one who was there every Christmas, the one whom I visited in the oppressive summers of Houston, the one who came to my wedding, got to know my children, and who used to call me every Saturday morning at 6am when I lived in California. She never did understand which way the time zones went.

More than anything right now, we're all feeling relief. Nana is no longer trapped in that body where she could hardly think, could hardly speak, and could hardly move. She is free, and I thank God for that.

But now there is also a Nana-shaped hole in our lives, the size of it depending on what she meant to us and how much we cared.

There are so many memories, but perhaps my favorite is when Nana would tell me I was her favorite granddaughter. I'd remind her that I was her only granddaughter, and then we'd laugh. And then I'd call her Nana-Banana, something I think she secretly hated, but that she always accepted from my brother and me.

She will be greatly missed.

R.I.P. Jean Carey (Nov. 5, 1915 - Oct. 18, 2010)

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18 October 2010

More Fall Pics

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16 October 2010

Autumn in Maine a.k.a. 'Don't you wish you were here?'

True confessions - these photos were taken a week ago friday. My daughter and I drove up to the Farmington area for a Cross-Country meet, and although it was cloudy AND late, we saw some incredible foliage.

The first half of these photos were taken through the windows of the car, as we were in a hurry to get there, so they aren't the greatest. The second half were taken just after sunset, so we had the darkness to deal with.

But you get the idea. The colors were amazing.

Most of the photos were taken right around the town of Rome Corner, which is just about the cutest, quaintest little town you will ever see.


Stay tuned. I have about a zillion foliage photos to upload, so you can expect the next few days to be colorful, if nothing else. :)

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