Getting chilly

THANKSGIVING

I was lucky enough to have an old friend and her nearly four year old daughter come to Maine to spend the long holiday weekend with me. Lynne and I go back over 20 years to when we waited tables together in a restaurant in Baltimore. We then were roomies for two years when we were in graduate school at the same time. Despite months passing without contact, we manage to pick right up where we left off and she has been great about making the effort to trek up to Maine to visit on a fairly regular basis. It is a real gift to have her and H. here for Thanksgiving.

We enjoyed some doll time

although the girls weren't sure what to make of all that.

And a walk down the lane in the cold sunshine.

And of course, a lovely dinner

followed by a dessert with assistance making the whipped cream

The next day, we even ventured out to some local stores for Black Friday

Now everyone is safely tucked in for the night...

B'day weekend in Beantown

Some time at the conference (not the best one I've ever attended). 


Some time walking along the waterfront near the Convention Center where the conference was held.

An almost-full moon.

Some time shopping. Two of my faves: Anthropologie and Paper Source are mandatory stops when in Boston. Was so excited to be in each of those places that I didn't even think to take pics except when I saw these...

They weren't for sale but were all around as seasonal decor. Just rolled up felt in acorn caps yet genius in their simplicity. What do you think Ellen? Could do this with other fabrics too. 

And... some time dining and imbibing. 

Marking the start of another rotation around the sun(flower)

No rifles here

A minor mystery was solved this afternoon just by answering the phone (and a bit of internet snooping). Over the past few years, there have been periodic messages left on the home machine that involve gun orders and gun repairs. Have to say that many times the actual messages have not been entirely intelligible but we tend to get the gist but still a bit creepy. 

So when the phone rang today and the caller ID showed an auto repair shop (that I later discovered was in Tennessee), I picked it up and said hello. There was a bit of a pause before the fellow on the other end of the line said, "Good afternoon, I was calling about my rifle you just repaired." To which I replied, "not me", and told him he had called a private residence. He was then kind enough to recite the number he was trying to reach and turns out that the only difference in our numbers is the order of the second two digits in the area code which turns out to be in Kentucky. 

Nancy Drew would be proud.