The dock removal and subsequent winching of the boat lift up the bank went smoother than anyone can imagine. A few years ago, I sold the extremely heavy, twenty-five-year-old dock to a fella for exactly what I’d paid for it. It seems impossible, but when you factor in inflation, he found that the same dock…
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Whooshing Winds Whisper More in Winter
Sequestered at the house, boredom overtook me just about when the sun broke through the clouds, sometime around three p.m. For reasons that would bore you, I didn’t take Sammy up on a coffee invite to one of our favorite spots; it has soft chairs. I told him, “Nope, I’m not feeling it today. He…
Exit from the Knoll
The Exit from the Knoll—(photo provided). For me, it’s the driving. You might find a better time to think about life’s ins, outs, ups, and downs in some other way. Maybe you do your best brain work during a golf game or while sitting on your porch. For me, it’s the driving. This time of…
Those are the Brakes
I often drive by several homes I’ve lived in, but I pass a particular small ranch on a postage-stamp in-town lot more regularly now. It’s on one of my routes to my newest place, hopefully my last one. I lived in that old house for a very short time. But my time there is magnified…
The Gift of Rising Early—On Purpose
When I retired from working with the public daily, I planned to make sure I got up at least as early as my grandfather used to. No, it wasn’t a credo or a new paradigm; it was just a passing thought, prompted by memories of hearing his cough echoing from the living room while he…
Making Change
I’m not college-educated. But you’ve probably figured that out already. I don’t feel diminished in any way as a human. Many people are surprised after meeting me, speaking with me, hearing me speak, reading my books or posts, or getting an answer to a question, that I am far less educated than most people I…
Solar Snooze for a Senior
For the first eleven years of Ellie’s life, I don’t believe I’ve seen her lie down in the dooryard for more than a minute at a time. And I could count those times on two hands and one of my feet. That’s not hyperbole. Since moving to the Ranch on the Knoll (ROTK in the…
Left Behind
Remnants, leftovers, discarded, and forgotten; each word, to most folks, represents a negative thought. Washington County, Maine, the undisputed wild blueberry epicenter of the universe, in my mind, has been picked clean of its antioxidant-rich fruit. Almost. Human rakers, sweaty, flesh-covered laborers, are few and far between in the modern era. Sure, on smaller fields…
Rosemary’s Blanket
I’ve been Internet “viral” a couple of times. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. It started with a winter storm post back in my Bangor Police Department Facebook days. I received gifts from all over the country. One standout was a couple of cases of Cap’n Crunch cereal. It was hilarious. You’d have…
Proper Screen Doors
It’s Wednesday. With nothing heavy on my mind, besides the general bumps and potholes of life, I perused my pile of pics, hoping for some inspiration. During the morning stroll/scroll, I realized that we’d all been talking about screen doors. Actually, we’ve been talking about the perfect slam and bounce of a proper screen door….