I was exiting a parking lot onto a frontage street…there were cars trying to merge into the line…so thinking everyone else would do the same thing, I allowed a car in….hoping the car behind me would do likewise. They did. The guy behind the car I allowed to merge was so desperately offended that I didn’t yield to him also that when he got behind me, he opened his window and yelled f**king C**t. Oh my!
I watched a guy in an old pickup stop for an elderly woman in the right of way crossing between the store and the parking lot. As soon as she had passed his right bumper he gunned his big loud machine so she would know how totally injured he was for having to be courteous.
So many damaged people who don’t have the tools (or, perhaps, someone that cares about them) have a tendency to make hurtful and disrespectful comments in order to hurt someone else so they feel bigger and better about themselves. It doesn’t work. Those damaged people just come off as assholes and their intended victim must learn to let it go and not attach any emotion or self confidence to the behavior.
It’s hard to remember that when we come across someone who is hurting for whatever reason, that we do not need to feed their bad behavior, but to love that person as you love yourself…because we are all connected. What we put out there is what we get back.
Until next time…
Listening to a group discussion Saturday morning, I could not turn away from the view out the old windows of the building.
I was focusing on the red tile roof. I realized that I had viewed these roofs often from a car window and from the ground…from afar. I liked the way these roofs looked from a distance but I had never really thought about what they might look like from a birds perspective.
I noticed, this morning, that this tile roof was not perfect aesthetically. I wanted to crawl out that window and even up the layers…the more my critical eye judged this roof the more discontented I felt because I was comparing this roof to what I knew of shingled roofs. I wondered how this disheveled tile roof could actually do its job and protect the inner building from water leaks.
….And then I wanted to take a picture of this very unique view. I had begun to appreciate the beauty and nonconformity…this work of art made from the clay of the earth. The ugliness or beauty of the roof was how I chose to see it.
Until next time…
And I’m not talking about vacation. The semi-annual event of changing out the warm and cold weather wardrobe….also known as..the OMG I FORGOT I HAD THAT … THIS IS BETTER THAN SHOPPING event.
Fortunately being an empty nester pack rack, I have extra closets for the cyclical clothing exchange. As well as this huge tote big enough to bury a body in.
Please do not misunderstand. This tote is big but I can’t use all of it because there are several bottom layers of clothes I haven’t worn in 15 years that WILL fit me again…some day!
So far seems like the hot to cold transition here is going to be friendly. Trees around my nest don’t seem to be changing yet, although the early leafers have fallen off in a brown, crisp, twisted death….I look forward to the strong color changes around the neighborhood.
The oldest seaport in the United States…Gloucester shares the land point with Rockport. We are at that point of the vacation where we are ready to head home….still enjoying the sites but less zealous…..
We stayed overnight in an out of the way hotel…the Sea Lion. It was quiet and outdated and comfortably simple.
My main agenda was visiting the fisherman’s Memorial but then we were intrigued with the the rest of it.
There is just a different feel in a village like this in comparison with the Midwest. We especially loved the city hall and the ship cupola on the top of the weather vane.
During this trip to the east/northeast, I’ve been very aware of the melting pot of different cultures, different accents and languages! I was especially aware of a different drummer that Mainers dance to as opposed to the Midwest. #gratitude for the experience and gratitude for the “living in the moment” lessons I’ve been practicing and used during the complications during the first part of the trip.
We are vegging now in a beautiful suite in a burb outside of Boston, Gotta love Orbitz rewards…
The trip to Pemaquid lighthouse was my favorite day until we made the Northeast Harbor our 2 day home. Northeast Harbor is on Desert Island which is also home to Acadia and Bar Harbor. We drove through Bar Harbor…it was beautiful…packed with tourists from two cruise ships in the harbor. It was unbelievably busy. Just north of Bar Harbor proper is the main entrance to Acadia.
And our view of the harbor
We took a 3 hour cruise around the islands…set foot on working lobster island…cranberry. Learned a lot about lobster catching….fascinating!
Lots of “famous” aka stinkin’ wealthy people have summer homes in the area..Martha Stewart, the Sears family, the Godiva Chocolate family, Lands End….and Tv producer, Dick Wolf and his 3 boats
Shockingly this $40 million dollar house was among the cottages along the water
Here’s some random scenery pictures….
And I swear this dude looked familiar
We took a day trip away from the hustle and bustle of Boothbay Harbor…over to Pemaquid Lighthouse…
The travel time consuming aspect of the Maine Coast is driving down into each peninsula or Island to see things shore related. But also these little side trips south give you the opportunity to slow down and relax as you drive through little villages. The speed limit is often 20-35.
The lighthouse and maritime museum was enjoyable. I could not go clear to the top of this one, (which obviously wasn’t very high) as I got to the place of stepping from the iron ladder into the tiny room with 6 other people I couldn’t do it. But, as I started wandering outside I was enveloped by this.
It was one of those places I could have stayed all day! Breathtaking! The granite lines the walls along the highways and lines the coasts and cliffs. Similar but so different from the rock formations in Missouri and other places we have visited.
Maine is the Pine Tree State. There are those too!
After the whale watching expedition….(picture) I was just content knowing I was going to be off the boat in a few minutes, we went to a restaurant nearby…see my across body purse there….Apparently I took it off in the restaurant when I dug out my “no interest for a year”discover card and left it in the booth. I didn’t miss it until the afternoon of the next day. Only thing missing was my wallet, $40, drivers license and my bone conductive ear phones. But my total disappointment was in humanity…the next customer..or the next didn’t take what they wanted and give it to the restaurant or waitress…more likely they hiked it in the trash can. That fact is what was the most horrible detail for me…the inhumanity!
The second picture is a lighthouse way out there..we also saw the little red house that the Wizard of Oz’ Wicked Witch of the west summered in on the peninsula…according to the guide, her family still owns it.
And the last picture I took because were I ever to go back to Boothbay Harbor…I would try to stay in this B&B. Boothbay was a little too busy for us…it was beautiful but the village contained way too many tourist shops. It was a beautiful introduction to Maine!
Many years ago during a trip to Hawaii he wanted to take a sailboat ride…I told him to have a blast but no way in hell was I doing it with him!!
Fast forward to this morning when he asked if I wanted to take a tour boat out to do whale watching. A …. NO! I suggested once again that he should feel free to do it. No…he said, I don’t want to do that, I want to share it with someone.
I pouted the first hour and a half…put my jacket hood up and silently vowed never again! 21 miles out we saw a whale. But we couldn’t leave it at that we had to sit and wait for it to surface two more times before we could head an hour and a half back to land.
I’m not against whale watching in general….it’s probably a once in a lifetime thing for most people. But for me I could not stand the fact that we were in his home, running our loud motor messing up his sonar and then goIng into high gear to the next siting of him/her. Is that fair?
Someday I’ll share with you what I think about zoos and mammoth aquariums!
Until next time…..
Cats fed yesterday morning around 7…suitcases in our car…He started the car and the low tire pressure light was on. UGH…so we decided to take the loner car to the airport for our trip to Maine. I didn’t really want to drive it and leave it in economy parking for the week…I seriously have no idea why that concerned me. Traffic generally sucked at 7AM so we kind of traveled across country rather than taking interstate highways for our hour long commute. We got to Independence and the tire pressure light went on in the loaner car! WHAT.!?! Sure enough, he had to change the tire because of a sidewall blowout…WHAT?!?!
You know those stories about people missing a plane and the plane later crashed? I was totally freaked out knowing that I needed to listen to my intuition which seemed to be screaming STOP. I called my daughter and she told me to ask my spirit guides for one more sign….I did!
Since we were driving on a donut, we decided to leave the car at some friends house and use Uber to take us the rest of the way. He and I decided that if an Uber wasn’t available that would be our sign. A great guy named Richard in a red car answered our UBER call.
……..and then there is TSA. As a back story…. I’ve packed Norwex powder laundry detergent on every trip I’ve taken including at least two international flights and it has never been an issue…no one has even asked me about it. Until TSA in Kansas City working the Delta airline. They held my luggage….they needed to go through it because of half a small bag of laundry detergent. I had a full pat down…then they had to use their super squirrel sheets to find contaminants in my backpack and my suitcase…she told me if they found a contaminant (otherwise known as laundry detergent) they would need to have the explosives unit come in to investigate. WHAT?!?! Well, of course it was laundry detergent and it wasn’t in my bags nor my shoes nor my cellphone after the second scan!
We didn’t listen to the third warning. We are in Maine.
Until next time…..