A few friends have asked how I am doing since I’ve posted to the blog but once in the last month.
I have not been run over by a bus, nor has my creative muse eloped with another gypsy. She sits in the corner and pouts over the inattention. And I miss our time on the ballroom floor as much as she does.
The summer is flying by. Almost a month in Maine’s Mid-coast, Acadia and Belfast. Now in my third week in So. Freeport visiting sister Elaine. I’ve signed on to help her refresh a recently vacated rental property. We’ve completely repainted the inside of a 3-bedroom house and have several days of exterior work and interior detailing which we’ll finish this week.
This weekend I acquire a new neice when Mitch, Elaine’s youngest, gets married.
I did not get to Prince Edward Island nor even did I cross into Canada. When I finally located my passport, I saw that it expired a year ago. So Nova Scotia will wait until another time. Maine is a place to spend the summer and I expect the Jolly Swag will find her way back there.
The Maine leg of the wandrins ends a week later when I head for the NE Trek rally in Verona, New York. After that I will dwadle south hoping to visit Elle, Manny, Sharon, Bob (Woodruff and Marcus), Stan, Greg, Big AL, and Ed. Then celebrate the second anniversay of my time on the road on the Blue Ridge Parkway in October during the foliage color season.
By November I intend to be in earnest to ponder the question of whether the last two years have been a transition to my next life or an apprenticeship for several more years of life on the road.
No one is more baffled than I by the frequent changes in the odds of the outcome, nor more mesmerized by the slide show of possible scenarios.