Opinion

Just a stone’s throw from here, right around the corner, is an intersection of note.

I swear I never thought the day would come when I would arrive for a summer weekend at a rural paradise and suddenly be in a panic that I may have left the charger for my hearing aids at home in the city.

Moving is always a huge chore, but I was very fortunate to have a big crew of volunteer help, and so over Labor Day weekend, I was able to be moved in under five hours.

I flew to Minnesota to have my eyes looked at and coming into TSA territory, approaching the magnetometer, I waited for the agent to point at my shoes and yell, “Are you over seventy-five?” and give me the pleasure of saying, “Thank you very much.

On a late summer day, on a rural country road, I was leisurely riding a borrowed bike.

When Mr.

I knew when I had children there would be much asked of me.

Its come to the point in summer when all the most horrifying of bugs have emerged from wherever they may have been hiding until it’s been good and hot for awhile and they decide they must show themselves to us in all of their glory.This is my least favorite time of year.

In the warmer months, I spend a lot of time in the backyard, often beneath the cooling shade of our giant oak tree.

I went up the coast of Maine last week and came across a wonderful little café and it was so good I pulled out my pad and pen and sat writing for a couple hours.