It’s raining today. That’s okay. What do we think this is,
San Diego? But only today, the forecasters promise.
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| Yesterday |
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| Today |
Yesterday we tried to watch Comey. But we were soon distracted
by the beautiful views from our balcony, by the sound of the wind giving the
leafy trees a bad hair day. By the astounding sounds of silence and absence
of people. You can find that in Maine. My California friend seems very much
amazed.
The Bayview provides a car and driver for all of our
outings. We asked to go to “town” to
lunch. Up on the roof at Cherrystones (no website). We were battered about by the gentlest
of strong winds. My hat kept flying off like something in a Leslie Caron movie.
Off to the adorable West End Drug store complete with a fountain and 20 cent coffee, holding the price from 100 years ago when it opened.
Siesta time every afternoon. Siesta is not much of a Maine
term, they would probably call it “sies-ter.” And an afternoon of Comey
condensation by commentators spewed for hours under the label of “breaking
news.” I think it broke about 10 a.m. and had since been fixed.
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| Getting our fix at Side Street |
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| On our table on National Best Friends Day |
Dinner at the Side Street CafĂ© whose service was super fast. We were like methadone addicts there to get our daily dose…of lobster. Lobster in bisque, lobster piled on mac and cheese.
In preparation for vacation eating in New England we interviewed
everyone about their favorite ice cream shop. All fingers pointed at Mt. Desert
Rain, rain stay stay. Just for today. There are yoga classes
to attend, massages to get, books to read, movies to see.
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| Bayview granola--deserves to be put on the map |
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