Off to Maine Once More
Seth and Jenny once again rented the beautiful house, and once again they generously hosted the family. By ones and twos, we made our way to South Bristol, leaving our sweltering cities with thankful hearts, bound for the rocky coast of Maine. Washington, for example, was so hot and humid that many people were simply lying on the floor with wet towels on their heads. But there is ever a cool breeze in Maine.
Joy had come all the way from Leeds (in the UK, where however it is not hot or even warm but always chill, according to her) joining Jacob in NY, from whence they flew to Portland and drove up to the house. I was so happy to spend time with them in that lovely place!
However, no one can live on Cheez Balls alone. Especially in Maine, where the waters teem with all sorts of tasty crustaceans, most notable: LOBSTERS. SO MANY LOBSTERS were eaten! At the house, in restaurants, in lobster pounds. Butter, we were basically drinking it. 
MAIS NON! We were also revelling in the splendid scenery, for instance: taking the boat to Monhegan Island (with many a murmered prayer of thanks to that blessed drug DRAMAMINE, which allowed us to ride the heaving boat without heaving ourselves) where we HIKED MILES on rugged coast and heroically ate lunch WITHOUT any wine or beer to go with (but did we complain? NO!! Well not very much, at least.) On returning to the house we hosted a cocktail party! After which, we ate dinner at Christmas Cove where we admired the sunset as we devoured our dinner. You are to consider that admiring the sunset OR ANYTHING ELSE actually is demanding task requiring sustenance. 
What joy that our visit coincided with Valeska's birthday party, a fine event with delicious food and wine. AND Kenny and Cheryl's beautiful grandchildren were there as was Henry James, Sarah Jane's adorable grandson--heavens, what a bunch of CUTIE PIES! 
After a delightful week, I drove back to Portland to take the plane back.
