What a great day!
Let me give you a bit of a run down.
Woke up to homemade oatmeal and hot tea.
Walked into town and hit up the Farmer’s Market. Bought Kale, Broccoli, B. Sprouts, and Lamb Chops. Met a couple farmers with big personalities and a woman selling bread who played the guitar.
Checked out a bookstore – A Port in the Storm – Bought a new book I’m flying through and a cup of coffee from the local café.
Grabbed lunch in Bar Harbor center (a veggie wrap) and a little boy about 6 or 7 looked at me and said, “Good Afternoon.” It was so cute.
Walked along the sea wall and watched the fishing boats. Got an idea for a new novel.
Back at the house, Bill had cut the grass and put together the new pellet stove. We sat on the front porch w/more tea. I cracked open my book and took a short nap on the futon.
Next, Dinner at McKay’s. A warm, inviting pub in the center of town. White lights and red walls. Glass of red. Old memories and new stories.
Once back home, tried out the pellet stove. I can still hear the whirring of the fan blowing warmth through the old boards.
I’m happy here. I’m happy to be around things that matter to me. I need more of that in my life.
A whole lot more.
PS – Truth has finally become more valuable to me than fiction (no matter how good those lies may look). I’m not stopping until I get everything I deserve.
Let me give you a bit of a run down.
Woke up to homemade oatmeal and hot tea.
Walked into town and hit up the Farmer’s Market. Bought Kale, Broccoli, B. Sprouts, and Lamb Chops. Met a couple farmers with big personalities and a woman selling bread who played the guitar.
Checked out a bookstore – A Port in the Storm – Bought a new book I’m flying through and a cup of coffee from the local café.
Grabbed lunch in Bar Harbor center (a veggie wrap) and a little boy about 6 or 7 looked at me and said, “Good Afternoon.” It was so cute.
Walked along the sea wall and watched the fishing boats. Got an idea for a new novel.
Back at the house, Bill had cut the grass and put together the new pellet stove. We sat on the front porch w/more tea. I cracked open my book and took a short nap on the futon.
Next, Dinner at McKay’s. A warm, inviting pub in the center of town. White lights and red walls. Glass of red. Old memories and new stories.
Once back home, tried out the pellet stove. I can still hear the whirring of the fan blowing warmth through the old boards.
I’m happy here. I’m happy to be around things that matter to me. I need more of that in my life.
A whole lot more.
PS – Truth has finally become more valuable to me than fiction (no matter how good those lies may look). I’m not stopping until I get everything I deserve.
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