Saturday, June 28, 2014
I moved here to Eastport, alone except for my three dogs, in 1987. I arrived in the middle of a huge snowstorm, bidding good-bye to the movers who pulled cautiously away after unloading my worldly possessions. It was a bewildering experience and I felt loose in the world, questioning my decision to be here constantly. Well, the rest is history, as they say, and here I am.
But Lately I have been thinking about moving back to Bangor. It seemed to me that it would be going "home." These past weeks the thought has dominated my thoughts. I even found a place to live, where I would be warm in the winter, which is an increasing priority for me. I would have a real shower, modern appliances, access to public transportation, close to galleries and plays, restaurants and little coffee shops. I would have friends.....the same ones I had before I left, other artists and opportunities to join the art community that has become unavailable to me here. I would miss the ocean, but the city is on a large river that is within easy walking distance to where I would live.
All of these thoughts escalated to the point where I was at the very threshold of making the decision to go. Then, as I went out to put my chickens in their house last night, the idea flew out of my head as if I had suddenly awakened from a dream. As I looked around me I was overwhelmed and mystified that I could ever think of leaving.
I have felt like an outsider here since I was denied admission to the gallery that was so much a part of my life and identity. The other members were my friends and I had a place in the community. I believed I was liked by people in the town. Now I am isolated, an outsider, as I was when I first came here. I see, though, that I'm not ready to turn around and go back home.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
I am putting this picture here despite my big plans for a separate blog for my paintings. I spent over an hour again this morning trying to ad a link to it on this blog, but I gave up. I will have to abandon the idea if I can't somehow figure it out soon. I know it's not that difficult, but the vocabulary in the directions is Greek to me.....I don't know how to fill in the required information. It's so hard to admit that using a computer beyond the very basics is over my head. As we used to say in the 60's.....Bummer.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
The other is the annual Spring picture of my garden, or at least the edge of it that lines the front walk. Every year it is more lush. I move things around to make more room for the expanding bushes and plants, and I actually trimmed the branches on the tree next to the front door. They were threatening to block the front entrance to the house, not to mention stealing the light from the surrounding plants. I felt as if I were mutilating my child, but comforting myself by trying to equate my hacking with the idea of a haircut The lilac that I planted as a little off-shoot of the tree I had on Wilson Street is about a foot taller than I am now, and more gorgeous every year. The town is full of lilacs, and the wonderful smell is everywhere.
I wasn't able to ad my art blog address to this page, but I will keep trying. All I managed to do was delete the links I already had.
As an aside, I would like to ad a personal note to my faithful northern Michigan reader, a kindred spirit if ever there was one.....Please send me the address of your blogs. I lost them quite some time ago.................
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Well, I won't go on about that, but I display my bumper sticker proudly.
My computer was not working and had to be in the computer hospital for a few days. Now it is a pleasure to use, though I had to learn a lot of things over again. I have taken pictures to post, though, and will do that over the next day or two. I also started another blog where I intend to post my paintings and my thoughts about them. Mainly I got the idea because this blog is listed on the ad for the gallery, which is really not appropriate for that purpose. This will give me a place to showcase my paintings like a real artist. I will try to ad it to the list on the sidebar of this blog, but there's no way of knowing whether I can do it or not.
Friday, June 06, 2014
A few years ago, raccoons found the feeders and ate the birdseed, and eventually the chickens. Once I realized what was happening I moved the feeders. I am taking a chance putting them back there, but the chickens are more secure now. And the raccoons can't get inside the coop, which is what happened before. If I've made a mistake I will be devastated.
Monday, June 02, 2014
I am thrilled that after three years of aborted attempts( meaning I looked at the bulbs several times a day), I finally have a flower.