I think I broke my little toe on my right foot last night, shuffling around before bed, headed to brush my teeth. Just crammed it into the door frame, nobody got time for that.
We have been lucky the past several years, seemed every day in the cove was sunny and warm. That is not how I recall the vacations of my youth, there were always several cool, rainy days thrown in. And as in the days of old, we have managed those by loading the kids into somebody's car and taking them somewhere, to keep them from murdering each other in the cabin.
On Friday, it was the Knox Mansion. Yesterday, it was the Wiscasset, Waterton & Farmington Railway Museum. Charmed by the docents at each location, at the first a senior dressed entirely in a Revolutionary War uniform (the children admired his black Velcro sneakers with shiny buckles pasted on) and yesterday the conductor took all the children through their paces on a handcart and changing line signals. The girl also got to ride the diesel engine -- not as charming as the steam locomotive which was, alas, not in service this weekend.
There have been numerous cocktail hours, multiple recipes which involve peaches, the boy and I each caught a fish off the dock at the exact same time (ardently catch-and-release, the boy has not yet understood that not eating the fish does not make his pursuit "cruelty-free") and there has been much kayaking, reading, and even writing.
And running. Even on a broken toe.
Climate: fog burning off, overcast and still
Distance: 3.8 miles
No bruising, no pain on the run. No, I do not believe I broke anything. Just sore.
And this is not the earliest I have had a beer.
No Tomorrow - Orson
Do What U Like - Bad Boy Bill
Enemy - Gabriel & Dresden
Close Your Eyes (Faze Action Mix) - Bebel Gilberto
Hang Me Out To Dry * - Cold War Kids
The Perfect Drug * - Dkay.com
Down To Earth - Peter Gabriel
Thank you, Michele. Your photos are better than mine.