Where is the winter storm the alarmists were crowing about yesterday? I went to sleep thinking I would wake up and see snow on the garage roof. While the temperatures have dropped to a very un-April-like temperature, as of yet I see no snow.
In the “this is my life, not a lifestyle blog” category, last week was a disturbing mix of events. They all involved people I love and want to protect, so I’ll refrain from disclosing the dramatic details. And because this is generally a “Susie Sunshine with just a sprinkle of sarcasm” type of blog, I feel a certain obligation to remain optimistic about humanity. Some weeks are harder than others, as you will soon see.
Here’s a sprinkle, written in such a way as to protect the anonymous.
Yesterday was the long-awaited Missa Solemnis performance at the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Lewiston. I wrote a feature about it for the local paper and the writing project was a wonderful learning experience.
The event itself was quite luxurious; unfortunately, some “grey hairs” sitting behind me didn’t have their hearing aids turned up sufficiently and I could hear everything they said before the performance began. For instance, during the welcoming remarks, I heard one of them say something disparaging about each of the three speakers. It was unbecoming and untoward for “women of a certain age” to be randomly blatting out every thought that crossed their minds in a public place. The loudest of the three, not being a trained singer, may not have realized the volume and dimension of her voice. Or maybe it’s just that she didn’t know the woman sitting in front of her had bionic hearing and a blog. Nevertheless, it was a “teachable moment” for me and a good reminder of how I don’t want to behave in public “when I am an old woman” in spite of the current spirit of the age.
I’m sure they’re perfectly lovely ladies.
On a lighter “lifestyle blog” note, I’ll be blending up a spinach smoothie soon and I think I’ll make a broccoli and cheese frittata for dinner tonight. We’ll have salad on the side with some homemade blue cheese dressing.

Despite the number of bumper stickers proclaiming humanity’s confusion about the “hokey pokey,” that’s what it’s all about.

I picked up a set of WEDGWOOD bone china last week, courtesy of Craig’s List. It’s a short story about a long drive on a road leading to China…Maine.



That’s the Fort Fairfield Library in Fort Fairfield, Maine. It’s a pleasant diversion from the “falling sky” meme. This little library near the Canadian border is one of my favorites. It was quiet the day we visited and the sun brightened the rooms in a certain way that encouraged silence and contemplation. There was an inviting chair next to a now-unused fireplace which beckoned solemn pursuits like reading and thinking.
One of my dear friends, Mary, lost her only son, Sean, to cancer. He was only 40 years old and although I never met him, I’ve heard so much about him in the years I’ve known Mary. In some small way, I feel like I do know him.