Monthly Archives: September 2015
Time in New England took me away…. You might recall the song Weekend in New England written by Randy Edelman that could have easily been inspired by the magnificent views in Acadia National Park. We took this photo from a stop along the park loop road on the east side of the island near Thunder Hole. That’s a cave that emits a thunder-like sound when a wave hits it just right, drenching nearby tourists in the process. We stood well away from there.
There’s a 27-mile long road that takes you past all of the overlooks and other scenic sites including the second photo, this one from near Sandy Beach. At the entrance, as we had our 25 dollar fee in hand, the park ranger tactfully asked if anyone in our car happened to be age 62 or over. I qualified for the Senior Pass with the double bonus of costing only 10 dollars and being valid for life. When we return to the US for vacation we’ll just have to remember to bring the card with us.
By the way, national parks are free in France.
Normally, if I’m going to take a photo of dinner, it’s after the meal is ready and sitting on the plate in front of me. In keeping with the “locally grown” campaign that is prominent in grocery stores across Maine, here you see the before and after photos of the delicious lobster dinner that our friends Anne and Paul prepared for us. Because it was a Sunday afternoon, there were few fishing boats in operation but Paul knew exactly which dock to go to for fresh lobster. As you can tell, this boat has just arrived and the crew members are sorting their catch. The guy in the yellow slicker is slingling that blue crate with our six lobsters inside over to the scale to weigh them. Read the rest of this entry
We just enjoyed spending time in rental properties in Maine and Massachusetts on vacation I have come to the conclusion that I have to chose carefully the items that will follow us to France.
After more than 30 years of culling the items that are not necessary and finding the perfect kitchen utensils that have withstood the test of time, there are tools that must continue their lives as part our new life. I have broken more garlic presses than I care to admit and now I actually have two that are sturdy and that do the job perfectly. We are taking one with us on our next vacation to pass along to our new-found friends Alan and Tracy who had to leave theirs behind when they moved from Reno a few years ago. I have a vegetable peeler that I found over 40 years ago in a little store in San Francisco, Williams-Sonoma. It is still sharp and is pleasing to use after all this time and after taking a look at it found that it was made in France so it’s going home, too. Read the rest of this entry
When was the last time you had a really good time at a wedding? For us it was just a week ago and the party started two days before the ceremony and continued on through brunch the following day. My guess is that no one had any trouble falling asleep on Sunday night. We were in Rockport, MA where our guesthouse was right across from the beach you see here at sunset. Elaine and Fred, parents of the bride, were the first to stop by to enjoy a glass of champagne on our front porch and to take in the view. Later we saw Lynn, then Lucy, met up with Pam, Al, and a delightful group of new friends including folks from France and Germany. Read the rest of this entry
If you’ve watched the British television comedy Keeping Up Appearances you’ll be familiar with the lead character Hyacinth Bucket who prefers to put a French spin on the pronunciation of her last name. It would seem appropriate, therefore, that we should have a bouquet list of things we wanted to do before leaving the US. Since we won’t have a big oven in our French house, Bill’s been baking all kinds of bread, and besides, we’ll be walking to the boulangerie every morning for our daily baguette and maybe even a pastry or two. From our pantry we’ve already had our fill of tapioca and gelatin (yum?) so it’s time to see what else is on the list. Read the rest of this entry
“Clunk” is not a sound that you ever want to hear coming from your computer yet that’s exactly what happened last week. Bill and I each have two computers (or more, but this is not Truth or Dare) and his large laptop emitted that ominous noise indicating an eminent hard drive crash. He started looking online and several times found what appeared to be exactly what we were looking for except for all of the terrible reviews it received or the fact that it didn’t have a DVD drive, or it wasn’t touchscreen. Read the rest of this entry
This morning while walking Heather I noticed that the aptly named Beautyberry bush (Callicarpa for you scientists in the crowd) at the back of the house was glowing like neon with purple berries. I told Bill that I wanted to get a photo to include on the blog and he suggested that I do so in a hurry since they are quite a treat for the birds. Sure enough, when I went right back outside with the camera there was a mockingbird eyeing his breakfast. I read that you can make wine from these berries but I think we’ll wait for the “real” thing in France.