The trip was lovely though often foggy and chilly. Added atmosphere.
I’ll bet you’re scratching your head trying to figure out this one. Especially with my choice of first photo?
Be honest. You think I’ve finally gone round the bend. Totally lost touch with any reality. My lack of sleep and crazy hours are getting to me. I’ve been working too hard and trying to do too much…
If so, then thank you.
If you just begun following me, hang one and I’ll explain–for both groups.
Life has been very difficult the past two years as many of you know. But this past year has truly been a challenge. And I’ll admit early this week as I was frustrated with the formatting for the book now available, I was thinking maybe I really needed to give up something. And I don’t have much left to give up.
Then what worried me even more (yes, I worry a lot–always have), was I couldn’t even begin to think about how to approach my blog post for today or my column due next week for the local paper. I feared my creative muse had given up on me. She expects to be fed new experiences and locations and I’ve been unable to provide much that interested her lately.
Don’t blame her. I hadn’t been fed much if any of that either–we have a symbiotic relationship going on–and I admit I was feeling more than a bit sorry for myself.
When we first spotted this, the fog shrouded it. Eerie. Unforgettable.
But on Friday I had an appointment to get my nails done and my nail tech runs her business attached to her home. I’m the first customer of the day and thus I get greeted by her huge puppy. A friendly sort who’s come to learn that first customer is allowed to give a treat. So she waits–all quivering 130 pounds of black playful puppy. Now did I say how huge Callie is?
Once I dispensed with the treat, I looked around and noticed a very small, open pet cage. No way was that for Callie or any of my tech’s other pets. ) Think horses, another large older dog and a very large, graciously charming cat named Emma. But Emma wouldn’t fit in that cage.
Then I caught a flicker of white lightning from the corner of my eye. I looked down at the floor.
Not far from me feet now sat a very tiny white kitten. (A bit over a pound) A very playful kitten whose antics entranced me while I removed my polish and watched the kitten discover her reflection in the glassed front of the TV stand. I noticed the kitten’s blue eyes and the only color on her body was the merest hint of peachy orange at the tips of her perky little ears and the very tip of her long tail.
Love that crashing Atlantic surf against Maine’s rocky shore .
That kitten further entranced me as I was her play Hide-N-Seek with the puppy Callie. The puppy would galumph after the kitty who would scoot behind a piece of furniture or a chair and then peek out to tease Callie.
When they tired of the game, the kitty raced into her cage to rest. For a few minutes anyway and my manicure started. I then witness what was the cutest situation between animals I’ve seen in a very long time. White kitty sneaked from her cage and jumped, landing on Callie’s paws.
Oh, oh, I thought. Not so.
They started playing again with Callie gently laying her paw on the kitty and nuzzling the kitty’s back. Kitty must have liked it because she stretched out and before I realized it, Callie was her, and then lay her big head over the top of white kitty as if to protect her. They both fell asleep to play again another time.
Those images stayed with me the rest of the day. So did the feeling of joy I gained watching them. I felt blessed that I’d been lucky enough to share in such an innocent experience: two animals stereotypically described as “enemies” enjoying each other so much. And providing pleasure for someone who watched.
Lobster boat. Ate lobster every day.
And then I realized that if I allowed myself to give up my joy in writing by thinking my muse has left, I’ve given my power to the current circumstances and giving in. If I don’t allow that, my muse won’t leave me. She’ll only walk away if I give up on her. And, look, I came up with a post for today.
But what about those boats? And why not pictures of Callie and the white kitty which doesn’t have a name yet? I didn’t have my camera with me that morning–so no photos. As for the boats? Well, in an effort to feed my muse’s need for different settings, I looked through very old photos of a wonderful trip to Maine with my husband, our first one. I scanned some of the photos which I still remember taking and thus I pulled out the boat related ones for today. Enjoy.
See you next week.
Once in a while we had sunshine.