A Buffet of Things

Mondays here on the blog are often “week in review” posts.  I might tag them “weather and seasons” because so often, I report on the weather and its part in my small town life.  Last week was the week of biting cold, dry air, and many things only half-done.  Christmas strewn around everywhere, sparkling garlands all over the floor of my office like an exploded pirate’s treasure chest.

My porch Christmas tree blew down on Tuesday, the Epiphany.  Just a little early, but I made peace with it and took it down.  The wreaths…I think I’ll keep them up until the day before Valentine’s Day.  No, I’ll leave them up until my brother’s birthday, January 23.

A Little Christmas StillThere was a Green Thumb Gang meeting on Tuesday night and I started taking a conversational French class at the Franco Center on Wednesday night.  I’m almost done reading one of the three books I started and the Patriots won on Saturday night.  I’ve been snowshoeing around my yard a bit and of course, working at my professional work.

I’m happy to report that my nails have finally recovered from the two consecutive shellac manicures I had this past summer.  I didn’t blog about it, but my nails practically fell off.  Do what you like regarding these supposedly safer and longer lasting manicures.

Oh!  Yesterday, I went to a performance of a vocal group called “VOXX, Voice of Twenty” at the Basilica of St. Peter and St. Paul in Lewiston.  They are a local Maine group singing early vocal music a capella.  During the performance, one singer introduced a piece and mentioned the Basilica’s magnificence and he said it reminded him of a European cathedral.  In my heart, I thought about all the French Canadians who gave so generously of what they had to build this imposing church.  Just the other day, my mother told me when my French Canadian grandmother died, she gave what little she had to the Basilica restoration fund.  Now, we know that God requires no such edifice, but this idea of sacrificial love and generosity is something to ponder.

The gorgeous voices soared through the magnificent building yesterday afternoon.

Might I also add that yesterday’s performance was free?  You see, there is so much life to live and so many things in this world that are still beautiful.  Why do we waste our time looking at other people’s lives and other people’s stuff on social media?  Why do we covet our neighbor’s stuff?  These devices should be called “anti-social media” for the way they isolate us from one another and break the bonds of community.

Those are the reasons I sometimes think about not writing my blog.  Because I wouldn’t want to think my blog readers were missing out on living real life by spending an extra minute of their time reading my words.  It’s not that I don’t have a million things to say or hundreds of stories to tell.  It’s that life is here in front of us right now and we need to live it.

It’s snowing today.  I’ve noticed on snowy days, I can hear the whistle of the Amtrak train in Brunswick.

And it is beautiful.

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3 Responses to A Buffet of Things

  1. Laura says:

    Recently discovered your blog and very much enjoy it. I live and work in Washington DC–for years now–but grew up in Maine. I find myself missing Maine these days. I like to come home in the evening and read my 4 or 5 Maine web sites, yours now among them, and see what memories come to mind.

    • Hi Laura,
      Welcome! Your kind comment delighted me, as I’ve been in a bit of a blog quandary lately regarding writing it. One of my friends, aware of this dilemma, recently told me this:

      “We are surrounded by beauty, external and internal, and there is no reason why it cannot be found in a blog or in the comments of a friend. The trouble with the social media is its shallowness and deception; it takes advantage of our sincere desire for love and beauty and provides us with fakes and distractions in lieu of the genuine item…and charges us for the privilege of their mendacity!”

      Maine is a beautiful place, even beautiful in the hard, bitter places where poverty resides. It is my “country” if you will and I hope you are able to make it home on occasion to see it as it is.

      Thank you for stopping by and thank you for making my day!


      • Laura says:

        Interesting insights from your friend on social media! I think every era’s technology has its maladies and I often think that the do it yourself and handmade movements are therapeutic responses to same.

        I am planning to retire to Maine in 5 years and look forward to recovering my memories in the interval! I so very much miss the ocean. The Chesapeake is beautiful down here with its own unique history, but just not the same.

        Thank you again for your blog!


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