As Dwight Eisenhower said -plans are worthless, but planning is essential.
Right off from the start, I knew that Rory and I would not be friends. If the bluff macho sort of way he related to everything was not enough, it was his referring to me as beanpole in a semi-sarcastic tone of voice. when I told him to stop calling me that, he just smiled and said, " sure…beanpole!"
There was a tiny islet that was my personal airy from which I could view the cove. When things were awful, I could row out and use it as a place to rant noisily. None other than the shorebirds heard me.
Along the coast of Maine, the post-glacial landscape is one of sunken river valleys and islands.
A sense of proportion is always helpful. I have been offshore in an aircraft carrier and a ketch. You are uncomfortable on the carrier in a big blow, while you could fear for your life in the ketch.
I have some rough anniversaries in October and November and don't feel out of the woods until December starts. So fall is a mixed bag season for me
We are late in starting the Annual Festival of Wood. Here it is the first full day of Autumn, and all I've done is shift a fifth of a cord of ash closer to the side porch for easy access during winter storms.
When I first got to grad school, I subsisted on a diet of peanut butter, jam, franks & beans, and a mysterious substance called scrapple.
A few weeks ago, on my birthday, we spent an afternoon roaming around Boston.
I had a friend who had abandonment issues with her recurrent boyfriend.