Not quite Down East

Maine was spectacular and the visit too short. Terrific friends. Gorgeous weather. Boothbay Harbor dancing in the sun. Top-notch boat-watching for this frustrated sailor. Lobstah! And a rockbound reading picnic. Wicked good.

Now we’re in New Hampshire with sweet B and her family. B, who, it has been noticed, can be a bit, mmm, other-directive, was just looking through some photos with one of us, who apparently wasn’t making quick enough progress. “Let’s move along,” she said. Well, it’s a phrase I’ve uttered at innumerable meetings, and it’s almost always excellent advice—even when uttered by a near-three-year-old. I’ll take it personally, and close out now.

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