Sunday, July 26, 2009
This is a very small part of the lovely village of Bayside on Penobscot Bay. My family rents several cottages during the same week and we have kids, bikes and meals from one end to the other. It's the sort of place where you can still let the kids go and just BE KIDS. Our cottage is the white one behind the far left porch. This is the first time in this cottage and it will definitely be the last. We have a very grumpy neighbor. He and his wife either don't like kids, are very territorial or maybe just don't like us. We're quiet and respectful, but everything is just so close together, it's hard to not be seen or heard using even regular voices. His porch is right above ours so it feels like he's right there. I think he exudes hostility just so we won't sit out on ours. He's the exception to all the other friendly, smiling, welcoming people we chat with on our walks. Bruce says not to give him the power to ruin our time here, and of course he's right, but why do people need to be nasty when it takes so little effort to be nice? It might also help my mood if the sun would just stay out and warm things up for more than one day....I left my down jacket home. And it's nearly August.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
I have a very artistic grandson. It isn't even his first choice of a thing to do when he's bored. That would be something technically oriented, or maybe something to do with a sword. But while his dad was unpacking a new machine, Carey was snagging the cardboard pieces and, unbeknownst to the grownups, was using the shapes of the pieces to dictate what to draw. I painted the backgrounds for him but he's promised to paint in the figures for me. For a fee.