Geez, I just looked at the calendar and realized that it’s the week before Labor Day weekend. What with the lousy, rainy weather this summer, I had lost track of how little time we have left before fall’s bright colors appear. Uh, that would be the orange of hunters’ clothing as they tramp around my posted land, trying to look like trees and bushes.
Well, before we’re swarmed with out-of-staters, I think I’ll take Daughter and go bother some of them in their native habitats to the south of us. I’ll go south next week when everyone is heading north to their Maine destinations. Then, on Labor Day weekend, when they’re all heading south, I’ll come back to Maine. This gives Daughter and I something to snicker at when we’re sailing through the Gardiner tollbooths and the line on the other side is stretching back to Boston. We’re easily amused.
Of course, soon, all the people we snickered at will be laughing at the Mainers who are snowed in while they’re walking around in sweaters in October, but there’s always something.
I’ll be back when the money runs out, as my sainted father used to say when he went grocery shopping.
Peace,
Lill
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If I had out-of-town hunters trampling about my posted land, I’d scram, too. Sounds a bit scary, actually. Hey, maybe while you’re south, and they’re north, you can hunt on their properties. Their wives can call them on their cell phones and tell them about it. (I’m easily amused, too, you see.)
However you choose to spend your time, have a wonderful vacation
“…when the money runs out!”
Now that’s the way to go on vacation! Have a wonderful time.
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