a laugh a day…
Sherry | April 23, 2007
I got stopped for speeding the other day. I thought I could talk my way out of it until the cop looked at my dog in the backseat.
he’s just practicing
Sherry | January 21, 2007
Just before Mauri left for the coast for three weeks we ordered a new Pentax SLR digital camera. After the first retreat he came home for a day and was happy to discover its delivery. He took it back to the coast to begin learning how to use it, and here are some of the [...]
a late afternoon ride
Mauri | August 27, 2006
There they were, two young deer in the fenced clearing across from the mill entrance on Wynooski. They seemed to be playing and didn’t really mind my approach and rolling to a stop. But pretty soon they started to move off…not toward the closest woods, but down the clearing away from me. Adolescent deer look [...]
the local flavor
Sherry | June 14, 2006
The host at our restaurant said it, he really did—Bah Hahbuh. That’s where we are—Bar Harbor, Maine, and just a few minutes ago this was my view across the table: My dear man is much braver than I and he worked on that red lobster until no edible parts remained (okay, except for that mysterious [...]
another crummy day in Plymouth
Mauri | June 13, 2006
Not. The sky is blue and sunshine bright—and ‘word is that Albert will blow through somewhere south of here. We woke looking out at the harbor, took a walk by Mayflower II, and blew a kiss or two toward P-rock nearby. Right now we’re at baked-egg-souffle-heaven (Panera Bread)—or so it seemed, that also offers good [...]
old friends
Mauri | April 10, 2006
Okay, long-time friends. Maybe you’ve known people who stayed near their roots most of their lives and kept close contact with good friends. And maybe you’ve envied that…like I have. Much of my life had a vagabond quality…living here and there for two or three years. Here is the refrain from an old unfinished song…it’s [...]
squirrel nap
Mauri | March 25, 2006
…my commute is short (one block) but often interesting. A bad commute is when I can’t walk right down the middle of School Street. Heading home for lunch yesterday I saw two squirrels in one of Dan and MaryAnn Ritter’s big trees. One squirrel was having his/her lunch, and the other was…on a limb stump [...]