Rhapsodies

Well the morning started with a thunderstorm, but that’s okay because we really needed it. Because it was raining we didn’t have anything planned for the morning other than doing some errands in Damariscotta. But before that we had just a little bit of trail work to do. All it would be was us going to pick up some cookies (in this context a cookie is a slice of log that Mom puts in muddy puddles  so that people can walk on them) It would only take us ten minutes to get there and ten minutes to drop off the cookies at their destination. At this point we ran into some language difficulties.

You see in my admittedly rough vernacular of english “ten minutes” means the amount of time it takes to slowly count to sixty ten times. Apparently to Mom it apparently means something else since when we got there rather than just grabbing the cookies, Mom spent another half hour trimming some shrubs, straightening out the tarp covering the cookies, and all sorts of other forest feng shui things. She claimed that the ten minute thing was just how long it would take if the thunder started again and we had to run home again.

When we did move the cookies we took several trips (apparently there’s regional differences in the meaning of the phrase “Okay, we’re done, let’s go.) In the mean time it started to rain again and I got thoroughly soaked. After all I didn’t think I’d need boots or rain pants, it was only going to take ten minutes in and ten minutes out.

The after noon went better. We did our shopping then we went to Keene Neck Road, the place I spent my summers growing up. There we spent an hour talking to some old friends.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing with a very pleasant dinner party in the evening.