“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
Today is ugly. The wind is strong. The sky is cloudy. It is only 35°. We didn’t get any snow last night, but a snow shower with big, wet flakes has just started. It will amount to little or nothing.
Today I have a dentist appointment for just a cleaning. Tomorrow night is my uke practice, my first time back to the scene of the fall. Wednesday morning is my lesson. That’s it for the entire week.
My house needs to be cleaned. Between the fall and the plague, it has been a while. The other day I did manage to clean one bathroom and water the plants, big accomplishments for a sloth.
When I was a kid, my favorite vacation was to Islesboro, Maine, an island. I was around ten or eleven. I remember it was the summer of the hat. I wore a visor the whole summer, before and after the vacation. It was the only time I ever wore one. We took a ferry to the island and stopped in town first. I remember the buildings were all white. My mother bought a few groceries.
We stayed in a house down a dirt road. It stood at the top of a small hill. No other houses were close. Below the hill was the ocean. There was a small dock and a rowboat. I have scattered memories of that week. I remember my father buying lobsters for him and my mother. They put one on the kitchen floor to see what Duke, our boxer, would do. He barked and pushed it a couple of times. The kitchen had a radio, and I remember listening to serials. Sergeant Preston of the Yukon comes to mind. My father used to row us to a small beach you could see from the dock. He made two trips to get us all there, including Duke. We’d have a picnic and do a bit of swimming in the cold Maine water. I remember a scavenger hunt. We followed the clues and found the prizes down the road, the Hershey Bars. One day it rained, and I went to the car to read. The rain hit the roof and window. That was the only sound. That is my most vivid memory.
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January 29, 2024 at 5:58 pm
Hi Kat,
Today was gorgeous weather. The sky was mostly clear with a high temperature of 72°. It almost feels like spring. Unfortunately, there’s more winter to come. 😦
When I was a kid we went on driving vacation from Dallas to New York to visit the grandparents. Then we drove down to Miami Beach for our real vacation. Then we would drive back home. This was the days before the interstate highway system existed.
Yesterday on Sunday Morning, they did a retrospective on Charles Osgood. He passed away at 91. He still did radio broadcasts until he retired from CBS at age 83. He always signed off his broadcast with, “I will see you on the radio”.
January 29, 2024 at 9:26 pm
Hi Bob,
Today stayed ugly. The flakes came and left and came again. It is now in the low 30’s, and we’ll have more rain overnight.
If we went anywhere, we went north for vacation, to Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont though we did go to Niagara Falls the summer I was 16. Many of our vacations were staycations.
I remember Charles Osgood.
January 29, 2024 at 11:06 pm
Today we actually hit a high temperature of 74°.
January 30, 2024 at 12:11 am
We’ll hit that maybe in June!
January 29, 2024 at 6:13 pm
Hope you don’t mind, but I just had to add my favorite “island” song. The production with the vocal, instruments, arrangement, and backing vocals never cease to make me stop in my tracks. From 1975’s ‘Will O’ the Wisp.’
January 29, 2024 at 9:28 pm
im6,
You have a free pass to post any song you’d like. Your choices always enhance Coffee.
I don’t know this song. Thank you!!