Summertime: Are we there yet?

Around this time each winter, I decide I’m tired of the lousy weather and begin to boycott low temperatures by putting my Bean boots and parka away.  This change in wardrobe always occurs weeks before it’s reasonable to be outside in a light jacket and sneakers, but I can’t seem to help myself.  With my mind set on spring, the same temperatures that chilled my bones in November seem downright tropical.

Increasing my spring fever is the batch of photos I just retrieved from an old memory card.  I thought I would share some of them with y’all and see if anyone else has the summertime itch.

1) Falmouth’s Town Landing Market  2) Fresh Produce  3) Congress & State  4) Outdoor dining at King of the Roll  5) Upper Forest  6) Ice Cream in the night at Mount Desert Island Ice Cream on Exchange Street  7) The night belongs to us  8) Hip hop album cover?  9) Conferring with friends at State & High.

I’m so ready to traipse around after dark without a cold nose and umpteen million layers.  Maine comes alive in the summertime, and I can’t wait to enjoy another season of salty, blue-skied days.

Finally Friday

After writing about the deliciousness of Bintliff’s yesterday, I woke up with an intense craving for their special brand of breakfast.  Josh and I headed there this morning for the first time in a while and, as usual, were not disappointed.

Later we went home and I played with the camera…

I made some important decisions about my education and life this week.  I’ll talk all about them tomorrow, because I’m really excited!


My dog is feeling better and now we can go on adventures again.  We like to explore the strange forests and semi-abandoned warehouses in our area.  Today we went to Thompson’s Point, which houses various big brick structures (some in use) and lots of rusting industrial equipment.  The area, which borders the Fore River and is reputed for housing transients, is purportedly going to be destroyed and turned into some type of hotel.  I thought Portland had a surplus of lodging these days, but was apparently wrong.

Tomorrow we’re going to revisit a conservation area in Falmouth, I think.  There are lots of garden snakes and blackberries there, as well as an abandoned house and barn.  I read that the land used to house a shingle mill.

For now I think I’ll drink some more caffeine to get me through this shift and watch the rest of The House on Sorority Row:

Make Sense of What You Can.

Today is a very special day, because today I picked a new birthday.  From now on, my birthday will be on August 3rd.  Normally, I would say that to arbitrarily choose a new birthday would strip any and all meaning from birthday celebrations.  However, I did not simply pick a random birthday – I swapped for my new date.  My brother hates birthdays, especially his own.  For years he has refused to acknowledge his birthday, and was pleased to accept my offer of a switch.  My old birthday was two days before Christmas, always forgotten, and – more importantly – always cold, snowy, and dark.  From now on I can have a fun summer birthday, and my brother can have his birthday during a time of year that almost guarantees that everyone will forget it.  We are both very pleased with the arrangement.

So yesterday would have been my birthday, but I missed it.  That’s alright – it’s worth missing my birthday this year in order to have a lifetime of summer season birthday celebrations.

Today we ventured to Macworth Island where I went in the ocean with my sneakers on and later saw two princesses.

Tonight I am at the garage.  There’s been a big to-do around here for the past week because we raised our prices by a dollar each hour.  More people seem to be complaining about the cost of parking, as well as about our cash-only policy.  This doesn’t bother me much, though, because I have Shark Week to enjoy and chevron bracelets to weave.

It’s cool by the ocean tonight and I’ve been hearing a continuous flow of foot traffic outside the gates.  Summer is winding down, I guess.