My home town library in Maine

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My home town has a small library. Thanks to a grant that was approved they were able to build a second room. It is nothing fancy but it is amazing for a number of reasons. First it is run by two sisters who happen to both be nuns. Another the history of the Acadians is there for us to look over. My family on both sides are such.

I have given a copy of each of my books to them and will continue to do so to do my part in helping them out. Walking into the library a few weeks ago I came across the stand that houses my novels, along with the feather of Jasper and his bio that I included as a package. The sisters had sent me a picture of it which thrilled me but to see it in person gave me some satisfaction that I was helping out.

Growing up the only library I had access to was the one at school and the times were limited for us to go explore. I love libraries, I am at mine so often that the staff thinks I work there or should. The many things they offer, all free, is diverse and finding something to do there is easy. I am thrilled that now my home town has one and that it is growing and run by a board of dedicated people.

Who knows what is in store for them and what I will find next time I am home. I am excited for them and the community for what is to come.

It’s almost May already

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It is almost May already. Where has the time gone? It seems every year goes faster than the year before. But why?

I asked my mom this question last year and this is what she said. “ When we are younger, we are to busy living our lives to think about time. We are on the go-go go and life seems to go on forever. When we are older we have slowed down as well as our bodies. We don’t have much time left on this earth in comparison to the young. So in essence time goes by faster for us.” Okay, I am paraphrasing what she said but this asbout sums it up.

I paused after she told me this. It made sense. For years I had pondered this question not giving much thought to asking anyone. It took my mom to break it down to where I could nod and realize this is what it was.The older may be older but we can learn so much from them if we just give them a chance to speak. Plus we need to listen, not just hear what they are saying but to really listen. A skill a lot of us don’t have.

Whether we want to hear the advice or not, we should at least pay attention. They are smarter than we might give them credit for. And there is always the side perk of making them feel good, a win win in my book any time of the day.

The things my mom has said to me I have tried to record. It may not always work for me or make sense but eventually a time will arise and I can say, “Ah, that’s right mom explained that to me.”

May I pay more attention to living instead of paying attention to the time.

Sports: Life would be boring without it

 

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Well football is now done as far as games and playoffs goes. What we have left is hockey and basketball before in a few short weeks pitchers and catchers go to spring training to get ready for the long season of baseball.

I been an avid sports fan for as long as I could remember sitting on my twin bed looking at the 13 inch black and white TV that my mom had bought me one Christmas. It filled up the time when there was nothing to do, when I was left home alone and times when it was just too cold to go out. I am from Northern Maine.

Sports will lift you up and drop you like a hot potato, the price of rooting for any sport any team anywhere. It will bring bouts of anger, joy, tears, happiness and so much more.

Where would I be without watching my teams across the board would mean

– more free time

-more money since I would not be spending it on games, travel and any things I might buy to show who I root forbidden

-less people for a good portion of my friends are ones I knew growing up, went to college with and also with to games with

What I would be doing would be so completely different and the wife my husband knows would not be the one he knows now. He has put up with a lot of my ups and downs, my sitting in front of the TV, refusing to move until the game is done or excessively watching reports, draft day and so on concerning anything on the many sports I watch.

I can’t imagine being any different. Sports were my baby sitters when my sisters got older and did their own thing. Sports taught me to embrace my nerdiness with stats, math and science for it does embrace those disciplines.

Sports is awesome, even with the hits and joys, for without it life for me would be way duller.

The Musings of A New Englander