Do you ever feel like the world is spinning so fast that you feel like you can't breathe? Other times, I feel like I'm missing one of the acts in a three ring circus. Like, which one do I watch: the lion cage, the motorcycles, or the highwire act? Somedays, I quiet myself as I sit and wait for each and every miracle that comes with the new day. Life is full of adventure!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Day 4 of My Vacation in Maine - The Coast
Day 3 of My Vacation in Maine
I went to the New Vineyard Library to email coworkers, friends and family. Even though I was on vacation, I needed to keep in contact with one of my coworkers that had been hurt in a motorcycle accident. I was thankful that Franklin County has several public venues to do so. Tracy was helping with story time and let me use her computer pass. Since the Merta's had plans that day, I picked up Matt and we spent the day at camp, swimming in Porter Pond again enjoying the fresh water during the heat of the day! Before we left, Matt had fun driving his cousins 4-wheeler. He'd always wanted to try it, but in Delaware there really isn't any open land to ride unless you have it!
Viewing the splendid sunset and talking about our days activities, we devoured the porkchops, tortellini salad, and a nice big green salad. Watermelon for dessert is perfect for those hot summer days without air conditioning. As the evening wore down, we all sat in the living room reciting "In my Grandmother's attic I found...." memory game from A-Z. Towards the end, everyone including Grandma new each and every item!
Day 2 of My Vacation in Maine
After our short visit we went down to the White Elephant Country Store to check email and have a hearty breakfast.
Next a trip to Super Walmart where we picked up burgers for the big cookout at Tracy's place, the Bigelow camp! By the time we reached camp it was nearly 93F and hot! Matt was feeling very anxious about seeing Maryann (11) because he didn't feel like they had anything in common. What would he say? As we pulled in, everyone was already in the water or on the dock! They greeted each other with these hope you like me; you kinda look familiar eyes. Maryann broke the silence "Hey Matt, I remember you with blonde hair!" Matt just smiled and cooly said, "Yeah, I've kinda grown out of that look." He walked down to the dock and sat on a chair. He wasn't interested in swimming but everyone else was. I comfortably walked into the pond. It was perfect! Robert (9) didn't say much and I asked him if he remembered Matt. He just shook his head. I was amazed at how fast and how grownup these kids looked. How could I have let six years pass without returning to the place that holds my heart? Such good and wonderful memories were now being created again!
The last time Matt was on the dock was when he first swam in a lake. He watched all his cousins jump in before he would. Matt is always very cautious. Finally, after the last person was in the water, he took off his black rocker t-shirt and jumped in. After that, there was no anxiety. He was comfortable teasing, splashing, and swimming with his cousins. He had fun finding his balance in a plastic kayak as he paddled near the shoreline. He didn't stray, but kept watching as his cousins were confident in the water.
I have so many memories of Porter Pond of water skiing, diving with Grammy, swimming lessons, beanhole suppers, the loons, dad skiing backwards, clamping the motorboat to the dock, sailboatting with Grampy Big, canoeing to the beaver cove, watching the water plane take off in the mornings, fishing for sunnies, and laying on the float in the sun. I can close my eyes wherever I am and hear the water glugging from the float, a boat rubbing up against the dock, the loons cooing in the evening, sounds of children laughing, and even the waves lapping against the rocky edges.
As the day progressed into dinner time, we all got out and dried off for dinner. Hal had come home from hauling logs on his big rig truck up and down the mountain roads. He started the grill and burgers and dogs ready for plates. In no time, we were sitting on the deck watching the sunset. Molly (19) joined us with her homemade casserole. As the sun set, we were swatting the mosquitoes and making our way indoors. Finally in the darkness, you could only see the camp lights along the lake.
You can hear the conversation of another camp from one mile across the lake as if it was in another room of the cottage. The heat of the day quickly diminished. We said our good nights and then drove back up to Herrick Mountain road.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Day 1 of My Maine Vacation
Back to Herrick Mt. Road for rejoin my Addicott family for dinner! As I drove up the gravelly bumpy road to Sky Farm, I reminisced about the years my sister and I would walk between the Bigelow's and Addicott's homes. We spent some nights at Sky Farm, or with Tracy, or at the Rick, or down at camp. As I entered Sky Farm, I sat down at the piano and played some jazz tunes as Fran and Mary sang along while preparing dinner. Matt was playing badminton with Wyatt and Chloe, and Uncle Pete was sitting with Grandma out on the porch. Within the hour, we were holding hands around the dinner table as we asked for blessings on our family and the food! A beautiful salmon dinner with lemon rice and snap peas from the garden were presented. A nice discussion of family members from across the miles we wished were with us, music, spiritual beliefs, and past summer days came to an end when Grandma became tired and the sun rested between the mountains! It was time to retire to Giggleswick once again! I didn't want to the evening to end. I wanted giggle about the different loud gulping frog sounds coming from the pond with my sister.....
Maine or Bust
When Matt and I arrived at Giggleswick, we got out of the car and looked up at the stars. They were amazingly bright and plentiful! Matt realized that without our town lights, TV, internet or usual suburb traffic sounds he was "roughing" it. Now what? he said. I laughed and suggested we play a few rounds of Mancala to wind down. Before bed, we sang Beatles songs out of a book left on the old player piano. Finally, at midnight, the sound of low humming crickets and the smell of a pine breeze called us to our beds for sleep. A perfect ending to our journey to Maine!