Blog of the Swirly-eyed Sister
The saga begins one summer in the 1960s in an old New England farmhouse, aka “a handyman’s special.” The weight of more than one hundred Maine winters had worn down the house’s auxiliary chimney until it threatened to cave in Continue reading How to Motivate a Home Repair Man
Several years ago, my husband hoisted a ladder into the back of his pickup truck and strung brightly colored lights around the tree in our front yard. They gave the place a festive look, but it was an arduous task, Continue reading Nourishment for the Soul
My husband, John, insists that I must emit some kind of nuclear ray that disrupts all electronic equipment I encounter. There does seem to be an inordinate number of incidents when “something” goes wrong with my computer, phone, Ipod, and Continue reading Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
I spent the morning with Alex in Milford, CT. We walked down to the ocean, sparkling in Long Island Sound, a wonderful sight after being away from the coast for so long. We collected feathers and sea glass to Continue reading Day 31: Home!
I have had so many experiences, traveled so many miles, and met so many people that it doesn’t seem possible it’s been only a month since I said goodbye to the grandkids and hit the road with John. Yet, here Continue reading Day 30: New England at last
I can’t believe my adventure is almost over. What a marvelous time I’ve had and what interesting people! Today I’m staying with Becky and Muhammed, their son Dante, and Zelos the dog in Pennsylvania. After last night’s sterile room in Continue reading Day 29: The countdown begins
Had a delightful stay with Abby, Wade, Ruth, and Stefan in Bloomington, Indiana, and wished cousin Sam happy birthday on the phone (he was in Boston for a gig). Wade entertained with card tricks and other feats of magic (he’s Continue reading Day 28: Ohio, birthplace of John Gold
Another lovely breakfast at the farmhouse. This morning Janet cooked potato pancakes topped with yogurt and chives I picked from the garden. Great coffee and pears from a neighbor’s tree finished off the meal. Hugs all around and a promise Continue reading Day 27: Wabash and beyond
Gray skies, rain, and 40-degree temperatures greeted me this morning, but I’m not complaining. It’s only the second day of rain since I started this trip almost four weeks ago. Pretty amazing! The couple I’m staying with at the Air Continue reading Day 26: The Creative Life
Today I am mourning for the lost U.S. Senate and the dashed hopes of a Maine without a bully in the governor’s pulpit. NPR details the grim news as I drive from Galena, Illinois, to Urbana, Indiana. I voted a Continue reading Day 25: Morning of Mourning