Back from Maine
Got back yesterday from five nights in Maine:
1) The place we stayed had really, really thin walls and our next-door neighbor for the first three nights was a snorer. I wanted to smother him and probably could have broken right through the wall to do it. Also the beds were painfully hard with squeaky springs - not what I would choose for a vacation with my husband. But we had a nice view of the water, I guess.
2) The poutine at Duckfat in Portland is still the best ever. Fries cooked in duck fat! With artisanal cheese curds! And duck gravy! Go there and be forever ruined for all lesser poutine. (Sorry, Canadians, but it's true.)
3) I escaped having to watch umpteen hours of Highland Games by taking off for outlet shopping in Freeport. Scored the best parking spot in town by showing up at 8:00 a.m. Every time I returned to the car to stow a purchase, desperate drivers would queue up in the hope that I was leaving. Sadly, no! Got a really cute gray dress at Banana Republic and the exact sort of corduroy pencil skirt I wanted at J. Crew. Didn't find anything like the boots I wanted to wear with them, unfortunately, but I think my iridescent snakeskin Doc Martens will do until then.
4) There was rain three out of the five days, so we went to the movies. Saw Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. I'm thinking we should have gone to Inception instead, because Michael Cera is becoming most tiresome.
5) So today I'm trying to run errands and got off the interstate in South Burlington. Just as I braked to a stop at the light, there was a terrifyingly loud *thunk* and the front driver's side of the car sagged. I thought my tire exploded, but I got out and the tire was fine. Managed to make my way around the corner into the bank parking lot to call AAA for a tow to my repair shop. Needs a new coil spring on that side - apparently not unusual on models of that vintage. Yay? At least it didn't happen when I was going 75 on I-89, which is a thought that makes me shudder.
Now to get caught up on television.
1) The place we stayed had really, really thin walls and our next-door neighbor for the first three nights was a snorer. I wanted to smother him and probably could have broken right through the wall to do it. Also the beds were painfully hard with squeaky springs - not what I would choose for a vacation with my husband. But we had a nice view of the water, I guess.
2) The poutine at Duckfat in Portland is still the best ever. Fries cooked in duck fat! With artisanal cheese curds! And duck gravy! Go there and be forever ruined for all lesser poutine. (Sorry, Canadians, but it's true.)
3) I escaped having to watch umpteen hours of Highland Games by taking off for outlet shopping in Freeport. Scored the best parking spot in town by showing up at 8:00 a.m. Every time I returned to the car to stow a purchase, desperate drivers would queue up in the hope that I was leaving. Sadly, no! Got a really cute gray dress at Banana Republic and the exact sort of corduroy pencil skirt I wanted at J. Crew. Didn't find anything like the boots I wanted to wear with them, unfortunately, but I think my iridescent snakeskin Doc Martens will do until then.
4) There was rain three out of the five days, so we went to the movies. Saw Scott Pilgrim vs. the World. I'm thinking we should have gone to Inception instead, because Michael Cera is becoming most tiresome.
5) So today I'm trying to run errands and got off the interstate in South Burlington. Just as I braked to a stop at the light, there was a terrifyingly loud *thunk* and the front driver's side of the car sagged. I thought my tire exploded, but I got out and the tire was fine. Managed to make my way around the corner into the bank parking lot to call AAA for a tow to my repair shop. Needs a new coil spring on that side - apparently not unusual on models of that vintage. Yay? At least it didn't happen when I was going 75 on I-89, which is a thought that makes me shudder.
Now to get caught up on television.