Tarmac ribbons criss-crossing the landscape, dusty back roads twisting between the cool shadows of ancient pines, and less traveled pathways connecting present to past, all I wander, seeking, seeing, with my keyboard and camera capturing scenes and stories to share with you.

Now in its seventh year, this venue has become an important part of my life, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings about the things I see and do, hoping the process brings me a bit closer to friends and family who enjoy sharing my sometimes chaotic and often nonlinear observations and ideas. A journal, I suppose, but one with which I find pleasure in thinking others are alongside me on my journey.

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June 6, 2020

LIZ AND DAN PUT TOGETHER THE NEW TOY

... a few weeks ago, liz, "dad, i hate mowing the yard so i bought an electric riding lawn mower ... !!!" ... hmmmmm, we're in the midst of a world-wide pandemic, the economy is in shambles, the national debt is out of control, once again our nation is painfully assessing its history and cultural values, and our non-leader is a whack-job who redefines himself each and every day*, yet my sweet little girl decides to step up from her bench press and heavy-duty weed-whacker—so optimistic, so brass, so absolutely cool ...

... "dad, can you come over when it's delivered and help me put it together" ...

... "is that a woman or liz request" ...

... "liz, dad" ...

... yea, she , adrien, too, so cool ...

... she told me that i could ask if danny could be freed from quarantine to assist, so, with em's approval, he and i headed out into the martin stream bog whicky-whacks ...

... they worked, i watched, my involvement being only some simple "tool use" advice ...
    
 
... little danny, all of a sudden so grown up ...
       
   
... the two of them are a natural team ...
      
   
... i was impressed at how well they read, interpreted, and implemented the assembly instructions ...
       
   
... danny's three-dimensional conceptual awareness is seriously impressive  ...
       
   
... it turned out that the final step was to "drive it backwards off the shipping frame"  ... first problem was that the deliverers had placed it in the wrong direction ... second, to make things worse, the instructions didn't take into account the height of the wooden shipping pallet ... "what we do, dad" ... i looked, then created a ramp using a piece of plywood and some metal garden stakes ...

... danny analyzed the structure, "it's going to bend" ...

... "right ... liz, just gun it hard and by the time the ramp breaks you'll be off the shipping container" ...
       
   
... big toys for big girls, fabulous ... i doubt if liz'll change her mind about lawn mowing, but i think she's going to love completing the chore with a machine that has a cup holder. usb port, headlamps, and is most pleasantly quiet ...
       
   
... like a duck to a pond ...
       
   
... hmmm, m'be some green dickies coveralls and a business'll be born ...
       
   
... downtown waterville, these workers currently my morning alarm clock ...
       
   
... just a snap ... i like it, i don't know why ...
       
   
... more playin' around ...
       

Some of us have great runways already built for us.
If you have one, take off! But if you don’t have one, realize it is your responsibility to grab a shovel and build one for yourself and for those who will follow after you.
AMELIA EARHART


*NO APOLOGY FOR STATING A FACT