Musings in the rain

Our cabin (the one farthest away) in the ever-present rain.

Our deck in the (what else?) rain.

It has now been four, yes FOUR, days of rain and no letup in sight. I even imagine the graduation in Boston will be moved indoors on Saturday, four days from now. That will put a crimp on the number of people who can go, but Randy and I have planned on seeing the graduate, his cousin Jilly, at dinner on both Friday and Sunday nights so we weren’t going to be filling any seats at graduation. We don’t get to Boston all that often so we want to make the most of visiting the city.

Randy in one of the comfy rockers.

We’re here in Jackman, ME, in a very nice timeshare, a three-bedroom cabin so nice that we would gladly move it to the site of our cabin at Mt. Lemmon. You’d think we’d be happy to while away the hours of rain right here in this beautiful cabin. We were. At first.

Day one, Saturday, we arrived in the rain and it took us an hour or so to unpack and light the fire in the fireplace (gas), sit down and enjoy the beautiful cabin. We felt so lucky to have such a beautiful, if temporary, home.

Day two, Sunday, we sat and read, and played cards, and tried backgammon, and played cards, and read, and played cards, and watched golf. Now you know I’m bored when I willingly sit and watch a golf match. And even think it’s exciting.

Day three, Monday, we started to snarl at each other. I complained about the newspaper, the Bangor Daily News. Randy beat me at backgammon and I refused to play with him anymore. I started doing needlepoint again—another indication that I am completely and utterly bored.

The cabin kitchen

Day four, Tuesday, Randy is starting to have a relationship with the woman who sells the wonderful Bangor Daily News at the gas station down the road. She recognizes him—I imagine that’s pretty easy when the town is as small as it is and there aren’t many visitors around. We’re still able to play cribbage without killing each other.

We went to lunch at the Four Seasons Restaurant in town. We were just about the only people in there; one other couple who left as we arrived and a guy reading the paper at the counter. That’s it in an hour. The food was pretty good, however.

Living room

We HAVE to get out of here so tomorrow we’re going to Quebec for the day. We don’t know what the weather there is like because the weather stations all seem to think that the weather stops at the border, but it can’t be any worse than it is here. Besides, Randy hasn’t been to Quebec since his grandparents took him there when he was about 12 and I have never been there. Should take us about two hours to get there. I hope it’s not raining.

All this time sitting indoors in the rain has given me time to think about various happenings on our trip: Why is there a 35% tax on alcoholic drinks in Arkansas?  35%!!!??? If you are a marathoner, why do you want to put a decal on your vehicle that says you’re a marathoner (an oval decal that just has 26.2 on it)? Shouldn’t you put that on your shoes? How can a martini be made of Capt. Morgan Parrot Bay Mango rum, Peach Schnapps, Cointreau, and pineapple and cranberry juices? What part of “martini” don’t they understand? Did you know that the first Father’s Day was celebrated in the same town where MaryLou Retton was born, Fairmont, VA? Is there a connection?

You can tell I’ve been cooped up too long.

Master bedroom

The story of our trip, it (whatever "it" is) will open "later."