February 6, 2012 · 8:17 am
I love where I live. I feel incredibly fortunate because I know there are plenty of people who don’t get to say this or feel this. So, it’s just a part of traveling for me to feel homesick whenever I go away. It doesn’t matter who I am with or how much fun I am having, I always ache for the island.
At Robin and Stephanie’s, the ache is softened by being with family and being surrounded by so much artwork that is either a familiar scene, or created by an island friend.
January 22, 2012 · 10:14 pm
I’m glad I pulled in at the dock in Northeast harbor before I gave Brenda a ride back to her house. My timing was perfect to get a ride home an hour earlier than the regular Sunday ferry. Thank you Ted and Jeri! There were 9 of us headed home on the Hope.
Coming into the harbor, the Islesford Dock Restaurant looks cold and empty in the off season.
My brother, Steve, arrived for a two day visit with our mom, yesterday. I went to meet him as he came back to the island on the regular 3:30 boat. When I saw the sky looking like this, I kicked myself for leaving my camera at home. I almost never go out the door without it in my pocket.
Lucky for me, Steve knew right where his camera was, and let me borrow it.
Home sweet home.
March 28, 2011 · 8:19 pm
What a great weekend learning about flame working and soft glass bead making. My mind is spinning with ideas and thoughts about setting up a flame working area of my own. But, let’s face it. It’s March in Maine. Not a time of ready income for those of us who are self employed. If I do get into making my own glass beads at home, it will not be for quite a while. It’s not something to rush into, but I have the bug. Good thing that Ed and Virginia offer Open Torch Time at their studio.
Open Torch Time — Studio Rental of Flameworking/Lampworking Facilities
Hourly torch and annealer rental… practice your skills with other lampworkers between classes in a friendly and creative space. Get to work with and try different torches. All tools are supplied… of course you may bring and use any of your own favorites too. Do bring your your own glass, or you may purchase glass from us.
Friday evenings 5:30 – 10pm – Call to reserve your space.
Other days/nights are often available as class schedules permit. Please Call! 594-7805
Open Torch Rate: $10/hour
Includes: Selection of torches, tools, didymium glasses, mandrels, digitally controlled annealing.
Looks like I may be spending a few Friday nights in Rockland. But right now I’m really happy to be home, and I am looking forward to going to bed early.
February 8, 2011 · 11:21 pm
On our return from 4 nights in Baltimore we stayed in Portland last night to see our son Fritz and his girlfriend Meghan, and Bruce’s sister Kelly, who owns the wonderful store, Nomads. Fritz and Meg both work in the restaurant business in Portland, where everyone seems to know each other and it is not unusual for a chef to send out something special to someone he knows from another restaurant. Last night, the chef at District sent out some extra goodies for our table. Fois gras, bone marrow, and oysters. I’m not a fan of liver of any kind, so I passed on the fois gras, but the bone marrow was delicious and buttery. Bruce doesn’t eat oysters and neither does Kelly. When I said I didn’t like oysters either, Fritz asked, “Have you ever eaten an oyster?” (How many times did I ask him that kind of question when he was a “picky eater” child?) Busted! I tried the oyster and you know what? I liked it. I didn’t eat another one only because I still had dinner coming and we had already eaten a fair share of appetizers. But I will definitely try them again.
This morning after a delicious breakfast chez Fritz and Meg, we headed north, happy to have seen lots of family, to have eaten (a ton of) really great food, to have gone to the theater and the movies, and to have had safe travel both ways. We made a last stop in Ellsworth for lunch and to get groceries for the week, then drove to Northeast Harbor in time to catch the 3:30 boat back to Islesford.
One of the best parts of a wonderful trip is coming home; where the bed is our own and the nightlight in the bathroom, in the middle of the night, is familiar.