Watching the Portland Skyline

Watching the Portland skyline out a hotel window. The sky was an icy blue as I quietly sat a read a book.

How wonderful and strange to travel to Portland, Me. I went to school in Portland in the late sixties. The downtown with filled with beautiful brick building which were mostly empty and for sale. There was one ancient department store called something like Porteous  Mitchell which was Maine equivalent to Boston's Jordan Marsh at the time. 

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Back home, the fall chill has arrived.  Dealing with Judy's diagnostic reality. Yesterday, dear friend and neighbor's diagnostic chilling reality. Neither person I could afford to lose. Neither person I want to suffer.

Fall Marches On

Old trucks and pumpkins are huge part of the New England scenery. Sometimes the truck becomes a lawn ornament. Whatever it is, it is fall here in New England. Fresh cider, and cooler temperatures have arrived.  The apples are fresh, and squash  everywhere you look.

The hostas have melted into an orange/yellow stage. Still lots of color in the trees and bushes but soon those will be lost and meld into the quiet season of winter.

I no longer have ice skates. I was never very good at the sport. But, living across from an ice pond, one had to try. There is nothing better than gliding across a frozen pond with the wind freezing your cheeks and you feel as free as the wind.  But, unfortunately I crashed more that glided. So, one day I saw a young person at the pond without skates and I gifted mine to here.

Soon the snow will fall and I will put on my snow shoes and walk into the woods. The only sounds will be the crunch of the snow under my snow shoes. I love being out in nature and listening to the quiet.