Sunday was the day Daylight Savings Time shifted, the one day of the year with 25 hours. I always like this day, or rather, the few days after which we really feel and appreciate the “extra hour” of sleep-time. (But it wears off soon enough).
I learned a few things yesterday by Googling Daylight Savings Time. […]
Anyone ever heard of this before, or is this such a wonderfully Downeast thing? Maybe it’s what happens in small towns. It took place today after the service for the Centre Street Congregational Church, and it’s quite the little fundraiser.
You announce a “pound auction,” and people bring things that weigh, generally, a pound. They are […]
He’s pretty good when he concentrates at the stove. Tonight it’s lasagna. The real cooking around here tends to happen on the weekend (like, today), because we both are very important and we both have very important jobs during the week.
Guess I won’t be going anywhere, anytime soon, until I renew my passport. Frank just informed me that it expired on Sept. 2, 2006. Oops. Better get that renewal in the mail. I was mindful of the expiring driving license, but the already-expired passport slipped by me.
Our paper route of 92 people covers the part of Machias where people have lived in their homes for 30, 40, 50 years. They are the town’s LLRs, or, lifelong residents. But a year ago November we had 105 customers, and now we are down to 92, for different reasons. We lost another one today. […]
Here it is, only Oct. 18, and someone has already broken into the Halloween candy. Frank is not among the suspects.
It was two years ago this week that we bought a used (1990) Audi with 104,000 miles. Now it’s up to 147,000 miles, so we have gone a long ways in it. Still runs great. Out here, it’s usually 25 miles to go anywhere out of Machias — more like 45 miles to Calais (and […]
What is it about me, cars and small live things that get in the way? I ‘fess up that the raccoon that lost its life a few weeks ago was actually the second small thing that didn’t make it across the road recently. Also in September a chipmunk met its unhappy ending when it crossed […]
There is just one week a year when you can be “virtually (your next age)” and this week, I am “virtually 47.” That is, I still have a few days to go (two days) before I actually turn 47. It is also probably the only time all year that I use the word “virtually.”
Just imagine that you’re an older woman, say about 80-plus, who has lived her whole life in Down East Maine. You hear about earthquakes in other places, so you know EXACTLY what to do when you feel the rumble beneath your feet.
You “call it in.”
That’s right, you call the daily paper to leave the message, […]
I have a dilemma. On Oct. 15, my birthday, my driver’s license expires. It was issued in March 2001, when I first moved to Maine. It says 5-2, 130 pounds.
Today I go to Ellsworth to get the new license. Does the Bureau of Motor Vehicles really need to know that, more days than not this […]
I was hoping we could hold out until Oct. 15 — just because it’s the middle of the month — before turning the heat on, but Frank had a good point this morning. As of 9am, the house was only 55 degrees. So, the heat is on for the winter.
This darn Daylight Savings Time. It’s largely dark right up until 6am, nearly. And each day gets only worse, with the light arriving slightly later. We have rearranged the paper route in order to do a poorly-lighted road close to last, but that didn’t help Frank any this morning. He hit a crack in the […]
Louise commented that October brings candy corn, yum-yum. So true-true. In fact, I’m munching on just-purchased candy corn this minute, having been reminded of the annual treat. But now I mention, just how few pieces does one have to eat, to remember that candy corn doesn’t go down well in large doses, all at once? […]
Frank and I bought a bunch of puzzles last summer we intended to use for Camp Cassidy (250- and 500-piece ones). But a few 1,000-piece puzzles not-too-surprisingly slipped into the stack, including Norman Rockwell’s Saturday Evening Post cover (weren’t they all?), Bottom of the Sixth — in which the umpires are checking for rain.
Frank set […]
First the raccoon wasn’t in the road, then the raccoon was in the road, and now the raccoon isn’t in the road and never will be again. Where’d he come from, anyway? That’s what happens on dark two-lane roads of rural Maine, late at night. Oh, well. Frank and I were both in the car. […]
I have so far been restrained in mentioning things that I deal with as a reporter. But I’ll do one here, just a little one.
Machias’ annual town meeting was last night. The town has about 2,600 residents. Just 24 of them — less than 1 percent — turned out for the meeting, and Frank and […]
So, we have now watched two of our Netflix movies, two nights in a row. I think the choice of “four movies a month” will have to be amended to “unlimited movies a month.” It is truly so easy to get the DVDs in the mail, and put them back in the mailbox a few […]
I love when we turn the calendar page and reach October. It’s MY birthday month, as well as Anna’s and Helen’s too, I think. It just means that we can wear sweaters and long underwear again without questions. Getting to October also means it’s time to start planning for Thanksgiving and Christmas, two of my […]
When Frank’s away, I’m a sad old girl. Why can’t we spend every day together? He just had to go for a Friday-Saturday session in Augusta for continuing legal education credits, a “Family Law Institute” where he saw a half-dozen lawyers he knows from Ellsworth. Me, I got to stay home and have an early […]