Moving at the speed of youth
A pinball machine of particulars
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Moving at the speed of youth
A pinball machine of particulars
Eastport and the neighboring towns are filled with fascinating characters, and it’s been delightful getting to meet so many of them in my new community.
One thing I keep hearing the men say, though, is that they’re coming up on their 75th birthday and, well, they’re beginning to feel realities of getting older. No matter how physically fit they seem.
Gee, do I really think they look a little older than me? Or do I really look young for my age?
Even though I’ve been viewing this as my Diamond Anniversary?
Let me utter a big sigh.
Why is addiction
so much easier
than subtraction?
Squirrels were a pestilence back in Dover, raiding our garden and devouring the crown molding in our barn, in addition to some damage to the house itself.
While deer are a problem here, we haven’t had squirrels.
But the other day, I looked up from my keyboard and saw a small red squirrel scampering across our brush pile.
A few minutes later, my wife, working in another room, called out to say she’d seen a squirrel.
“A red one?”
Yep.
They’re worse than the grays we had, in the opinion of many.
So far, at least, it hasn’t been back.
Cross our fingers. We really no longer see them as cute.
So do the deer.
I really do wish they’d stop eating ours, at least until the blooming’s over.
“God!” he cries
seemingly to no one

As seen on your side of U.S. 1 heading north in Edmunds Township. It always makes us smile.

Or on the other side of the road when you’re heading south.
a place
as beautiful
as anywhere
on this planet
expanse of granite
mirrors
blaze in blue
water
my shoes not off for two weeks now
at least in the stinkin’ dream