Haven’t been posting much lately. But much has been happening. Back in September my bike was stolen. I keep calling the police department to check on its status, but there’s still no sign of it. So, as a result, I am getting fat (because I am not exercising). I have a beautiful one speed that was a gift from a dear friend but that requires more gumption for hills than I have at this time. I am also eating too many sunflower seeds, chocolates and occasionally muffins and cookies, gluten free of course, but it still sits heavy on my hips, tightening up my pants. But in my physical distress I have been busy sewing, photographing my love’s basketball team, started a new job at a school, applied to grad school, cooking lots, knitting, reading…
Here are the photos of my latest wallets, for sale at Spruce and Gussy in Bar Harbor.
Here is the website I created and manage for my love’s basketball team: www.sudgreencitybasketball.org
Last weekend I went to hear the Vice President of South Sudan, Riek Machar, speak in Portland. It was an important event and hundreds of refugees and friends were there. Several times, folks broke out into song and dancing. It was a powerful event. Dr. Machar was here to discuss the state of the little over one year old state that is South Sudan. Questions were asked and answered and the president of the Portland NAACP was present along with a former Portland mayor and a few other important people. Great event! See photos 
Fourth of July Wanderings
My usual Fourth of July melancholia led me to the Eastern Cemetery this year. Such a peaceful spot amidst the bustle of the holiday and the city. Many old stones, singing birds, tall grass, beautiful type-fonts and interesting stories. And a few empty beer cans from people who were probably also feeling melancholy, but in a different sort of way…
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Edaville Train
Sitting at the East End Beach earlier this week, I heard a strange yet familiar and mournful sound. I turned around and saw a little coal powered engine rolling by on the tracks. I immediately left the beach, hopped on my bike and stalked this mysterious engine. It is the train that used to be at Edaville Railroad in South Carver, Massachusetts! The train is from 1918. I used to ride it at Edaville when I was little and Dad used to ride it there too when HE was a kid!!! The engine and the tracks were bought by the Narrow Gauge Railroad in Portland and the old Edaville gear now lives down on the Eastern Promenade in Portland, Maine. This day that I stalked the coal train was its maiden voyage of the season to see if it was running well. And indeed it was. For the past several days since this first run, I have heard it from my apartment, the beautiful mournful whistle full of history. The sound is, for me, a comforting reminder of the respected past.
Here are two quick video clips so you can see and hear for yourself this historic beast in action:
Chugging Along
Old Edaville Train
Home is Where the Heartache Heals
