Muddling about on my day off...
I went and bought a table today. It made me feel very grown up to do so. It is small and round, and has drop leafs so that we can make it even smaller. It has a complicated base that has some scroll-work, perhaps, and the two chairs that came with it have kind of celtic knots worked into their backs. It is a sort of mid-rang dark colored wood - I forget what variety.
It is in three boxes in the back of my car right now. I was going to bring it in and try to put it together before Chris got home, but after backing down my driveway (hard) I found that those crazy Fenton builders had taken away my stairs. They are back after almost two months to finish the house - putting on the deck and siding and whatnot. I don't see why they had to take away the stairs though...
However, I got some fun mail today, and that cheered me out of my disappointment. I got a FAT package from the Maine Bureau of Parks and Lands, and a little note from "Dottie". I had sent a card asking for some info on any hiking or camping opportunities in Hancock County (hoping for maps more than anything). This lovely Dottie was obliging and sent me a whole heap of pamphlets and maps and information on a whole slew of places around the state. Very cool. Now I have to get out and start exploring.
Speaking of exploring, I drove over to the island yesterday to visit Amy, but her store was closed until Friday. Bugger. So I went doodling about and discovered that a section of the park loop road was open. We were in the midst of that annoying April 3rd snow storm, but in spite of it I found that the snow-frosted mountains were quite pretty.
I stopped at Thunder Hole to see if anything interesting was happening, and for once something was! In fact, I haven't seen the hole blowing so well for 7 or 8 years. The waves were enormous, and while Thunder Hole was good, as usual it was almost more fun to watch the waves breaking against Otter Cliffs. There were some majorly giant crash-ups. I had my camera, but trying to get pictures of the big surf is always hard. What ends up looking like a little plume of foam is really a thunderous explosion of water and rock - thrilling and frightening and splendid.
It is in three boxes in the back of my car right now. I was going to bring it in and try to put it together before Chris got home, but after backing down my driveway (hard) I found that those crazy Fenton builders had taken away my stairs. They are back after almost two months to finish the house - putting on the deck and siding and whatnot. I don't see why they had to take away the stairs though...
However, I got some fun mail today, and that cheered me out of my disappointment. I got a FAT package from the Maine Bureau of Parks and Lands, and a little note from "Dottie". I had sent a card asking for some info on any hiking or camping opportunities in Hancock County (hoping for maps more than anything). This lovely Dottie was obliging and sent me a whole heap of pamphlets and maps and information on a whole slew of places around the state. Very cool. Now I have to get out and start exploring.
Speaking of exploring, I drove over to the island yesterday to visit Amy, but her store was closed until Friday. Bugger. So I went doodling about and discovered that a section of the park loop road was open. We were in the midst of that annoying April 3rd snow storm, but in spite of it I found that the snow-frosted mountains were quite pretty.
I stopped at Thunder Hole to see if anything interesting was happening, and for once something was! In fact, I haven't seen the hole blowing so well for 7 or 8 years. The waves were enormous, and while Thunder Hole was good, as usual it was almost more fun to watch the waves breaking against Otter Cliffs. There were some majorly giant crash-ups. I had my camera, but trying to get pictures of the big surf is always hard. What ends up looking like a little plume of foam is really a thunderous explosion of water and rock - thrilling and frightening and splendid.