Last Sunday we left the house at 8:30pm to take pictures of the super moon. We came across the photographer for the local paper who shot pictures with us. He was so much fun. I need to take a class by him.
We met a couple from Indiana who were in for a wedding and ended up talking for a while like we knew each other our whole lives. It was so nice. Then stopped into a shop to say hi to a friend according to my husband. I didn’t know the friend was someone I knew. So more time for some good times. After which we stopped at Beef O”Brady for some ice tea and shared a sandwich. We got home at 11 pm.
Simple times, good people, nice night, and some great pictures. All it cost me was a few hours of my time, 10 bucks and some really good memories.
You don’t need to spend a lot of money to have a good time. Plus my husband and I were able to enjoy the supermoon.
Memories. Sometimes they pop up with no fanfare. They come to the front of your mind when it is triggered. My Pepere Gervais, french for grandfather, passed away many years ago. I have great memories of him. His ability to beat anyone in checkers. I mean anyone. It became a game of will as grandchild after grandchild tried to win to no avail. Another memory is of my pepere, mom and I crossing over the border into Canada to watch live professional wrestling. We were all fans and to this day my mom and I carry on watching.
But this past weekend a new memory popped up thanks to my son. His favorite deodorant at the moment is Old Spice, he has worn it for a while now. My grandfather wore Old Spice. As a child I would love to go visit him and go into his room and smell the scent for I loved the smell and I loved my grandfather. It was always great to spend time with him.
So yesterday as I was getting ready to leave the house my son walked by and this memory of me visiting my grandfather popped up. It made me smile. My son gave me some money to pick him up another stick if I stopped by anywheres on the way home. Telling my husband in the truck, he said I have some new deodorant in the closet he can help himself.
And while I told my son afterwards about this, I still got him a new stick. For I love the scent and thanks to him he reminded me of my grandfather. I hope he wears Old Spice for very long time. Even though they never met, they are now connected.
I am back from my trip to Maine. I went to check up on my mom to see how she was doing. Going back home always gives me mix emotions as any vacation might do.
The positive side
-I scored a jar of confiture. If you have never had this oh my gosh you need to try it.
-I visited with my family.
-I was able to visit my home church twice.
-I was able to visit my dad at the cemetery.
-I was able to immerse in the French culture that is part of my Acadian heritage. One that is unique too anything I have ever visited.
-The beauty and simple life that is Northern Maine is priceless.
The negative side
-My phone kept wanting to connect to the Canadian server. I was 12 miles from the border.
-The realization that my time would go by very fast and it did
-The aging of my family and knowing that all things come to pass
-I did not write a dang thing while up there.
As with all vacations they come to an end. I have been up to Maine three times in the last year and that wears on a person’s mind and body. It was a good visit and will have great memories from it. As I was leaving the Monday night before I was to leave I saw the pretty lady that is posted here. She is two years old and a big gal but kids grow up so fast. It was a great way to end my time up home in Maine.