... heading over to new hampshire for a few days of dog-sitting, i made a little detour to north anson to visit with liz while she sold her wonderful creations at a craft show ... every time i see her work i think a photograph of her booth should be inserted in the dictionary next to the word "talented" ...
... her two friends, sara, who from discarded sweaters constructs beautiful mittens, and ahnna, painter of marvelous miniatures ...
... on the ride across the state i stopped to visit maine's "old native american on the side of the road" ... new hampshire's guy fell off the mountain years ago, i'm thinking it's time we put ours on a maine license plate ...
... in the upstairs bedroom the matress of my bed is level with the window sill ... at five-thirty this morning i awoke with a start, "something's going on" ... i rolled over to look out the window, recognized what i was seeing (thank you, john), and ran downstairs to get my camera and tripod ... fifteen minutes later, rather chilled from standing outside in the 25°f air barefooted wearing only my boxers and a t-shirt, i'd managed to snap a picture of the rising moon aligned with venus, mars, and jupiter ...
... adrien came over for supper ... we baked a chicken and a bag of nathan's french fries, then watched an episode of "fargo" ...
... after adrien left i turned off all the house lights and spent some time outside in the hot tub ... i listened to the forest's night music echo along the milky way arcing o'head ...
