Boothbay Harbor
29/07/12 09:41
What is that smell? After a night out, when his mom is most curious about where he's been, she might steal into his room to see what she can see. Lately, she has been complaining about this smell that he seems to have brought home with him. She has nudged him more than once looking for explanations as to where he's been and maybe just to see if he is at all impaired. Not sure if she has asked him outright about the smell but she certainly should given her concern on the issue. The so-called smell remains a mystery to me since I have not caught even a whiff in passing. I can tell you that were it perfume, pot, or alcohol that I would certainly be familiar with it and it would not easily escape me. Not sure why it is so elusive or subtle but it is nonetheless lost on me. That gives the Mrs little consolation I can tell you. It doesn't help that it goes hand-in-hand with his late night outings. I shall have to Google it. Short of getting an explanation from him, it will continue to be a mystery.
I'd forgotten how nice the scenery was in Boothbay Harbor this time of the year. I suspect that it is equally nice all year around. I might like to go back when the roads are less crowded and the shops more accessible. It reminded me a little bit of New Castle with all the winding roads in and around town with most overlooking harbor views. I imagined just as easily how desolate it must be there in the wintertime and that too appealed to me. We were there but for a night but it was enough. The stops along the way were fun as well. We enjoyed the coffee haunts and local color in downtown Portland; we secured a quart or two of local blueberries at $5 a quart from roadside vendors; we looked at but did not stop at several flea markets along the route; and we walked in and out of several stores before settling on one that appeared to have the most scrumptious fudge. We'll have three quarters of a pound of Rocky Road, please. And, if you don't mind, we'd also like a sliver of the penuche.
Nancy took a walk into town early Saturday morning and bought a potholder with a blueberry pattern and a hat with a rather wide brim to supplement her existing collection of brimmed hats. Sure you don't want to look at shoes while you're here? We stayed in the hotel room just long enough to catch Michael Phelps qualify in a 400 meter heat. He came in 4th later in the day losing to another competitor from the US. There goes his Wheaties endorsement. I'll be following Ashley McKenzie from Great Britain in the Judo competition and hoping he can secure a win. The bicycling events were also interesting to watch and being the underdog rooter that I am I was extremely pleased to see a 38 year-old veteran of the sport edge out the favorite from Great Britain. The dynamics of winning any one or more of these races is fascinating. While there are no guarantees, teams from their respective countries work together to best the competition. I think the cycling world is still trying to figure out how this fellow came out of nowhere to win the gold medal. There will be extra goats milk to go around in the streets of Kazakhstan tonight in celebration of their hometown hero. Cheers! And, long live the Queen!
I'd forgotten how nice the scenery was in Boothbay Harbor this time of the year. I suspect that it is equally nice all year around. I might like to go back when the roads are less crowded and the shops more accessible. It reminded me a little bit of New Castle with all the winding roads in and around town with most overlooking harbor views. I imagined just as easily how desolate it must be there in the wintertime and that too appealed to me. We were there but for a night but it was enough. The stops along the way were fun as well. We enjoyed the coffee haunts and local color in downtown Portland; we secured a quart or two of local blueberries at $5 a quart from roadside vendors; we looked at but did not stop at several flea markets along the route; and we walked in and out of several stores before settling on one that appeared to have the most scrumptious fudge. We'll have three quarters of a pound of Rocky Road, please. And, if you don't mind, we'd also like a sliver of the penuche.
Nancy took a walk into town early Saturday morning and bought a potholder with a blueberry pattern and a hat with a rather wide brim to supplement her existing collection of brimmed hats. Sure you don't want to look at shoes while you're here? We stayed in the hotel room just long enough to catch Michael Phelps qualify in a 400 meter heat. He came in 4th later in the day losing to another competitor from the US. There goes his Wheaties endorsement. I'll be following Ashley McKenzie from Great Britain in the Judo competition and hoping he can secure a win. The bicycling events were also interesting to watch and being the underdog rooter that I am I was extremely pleased to see a 38 year-old veteran of the sport edge out the favorite from Great Britain. The dynamics of winning any one or more of these races is fascinating. While there are no guarantees, teams from their respective countries work together to best the competition. I think the cycling world is still trying to figure out how this fellow came out of nowhere to win the gold medal. There will be extra goats milk to go around in the streets of Kazakhstan tonight in celebration of their hometown hero. Cheers! And, long live the Queen!