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Happy Solstice


Happy winters solstice.

We spent 6 hours of the shortest day of the year on snow shoes –
I have to say, it is good to sit down, un-cork a nice merlot and enjoy some holiday music waiting for another gourmet dinner.

Marching around all day in a snow globe, and now this?


Just does NOT get any better –

Just wishing you were here to enjoy in the warmth and spirit of the season…


Michael & Sally

Number Nine


Today, as we do every year at this time, we have returned to the Balsams Grand Hotel. This is the ninth year we have continued this tradition and I hope that we can do to for many years to come.

The Balsams is one of those now rare grand mountain hotels that were once much more common – back when life moved at a slower pace. Built around 1860, we stay in the ‘new’ wing which opened in 1910 or so –

Situated on fifteen thousand acres in Dixville Notch New Hampshire – Staying here at this time of the year is like living in a snow globe. For us it is a two and a half hour drive from home but once here we feel like we are a contenent away. It is a nice drive through Grafton and Dixvill Notch proper.

We were able to check in around 1PM today, drop our bags and change up for a quick ski.

It was cool with an air temperature of around four degrees Fahrenheit and a brisk 10-15 knot wind.

The rest of our trip will be cross country skiing, snowshoeing and enjoying the fine dining –

Wish you were here..

Digging in the dirt


There is something cathartic about grave digging. I think if you have never done so, you should give it a try. I could go out and get an exact count, but I think this brings me up to nearly a dozen holes dug. We have two pet cemeteries here on the estate. The first one filled up and today I dug the fifth hole in the new site. Now before notes of condolences come rushing in – This hole is not for a recent loss of one of our animal friends. You see, it is getting cold out and soon the ground will freeze.

Welcome to Northern New England – The land of Yankee practicality.

Digging in the dirt
Digging in the dirt

Since the first time faced with needing to bury a pet here, some twenty-two years ago, we have understood that should such ill befall a pet a mid winter – your options are limited. For some time now we have made sure to have an open spot in two sizes before hard frost sets in – one sized for a dog and the other for a cat.

If you have ever dug much of a hole in such soil as is to be found in Maine – you know what a trial it can be. Roots, rocks and challenges abound. Digging a respectable resting place for a beloved pet generally requires great effort and affords one much time to contemplate life and what better time to contemplate life than while digging a grave. Todays task was a spot suitable for a cat. I already have a dog spot ready and thankfully have not had the need to use it for quite a few years now.
There are a couple of truths about pets that I have come to firmly believe in. The first is that there is no such thing as a free pet. Nearly all of our animals are, or have been, rescues or shelter adoptions. At the time of this writing we have four dogs and five cats (down from four dogs and eight cats – the high-watter mark). There have been a total of eighteen animals cared for since our life began here in Maine. To say our annual vet bills and food bills are stratospheric, is an understatement. The second truth is that for each animal welcomed into the house you can pause, look into their face and understand that you are looking at heartache waiting to happen.
In addition to the lesson of caring and personal responsibility, our animal friends have also taught us about life, death and that doing what is right is seldom easy. With only one exception, all of our critters have needed a little help when the time to move on had arrived. Each time (and there have been as many times as there are markers on the land) we have fully participated in the process. Hands on participation. I have held each one, stroked their fur and felt the last breath leave there bodies and validated their now still heart. Not easy. I think the hardest thing is waiting – Knowing that today is the day – that now is the time to act, getting it clear in your heart and mind and waiting for the vet to arrive. Thankfully, a good friend of ours is a vet – Tom is a large animal vet but has run small animal practices in the past. Tom understands this process. Tom is a good friend.
The reason that only one of the many has gone out naturally is that we have been unwilling to allow suffering. We allow sickness, and tend to our ailing friends the best we can but refuse to allow suffering. With cats it is most often kidney disease. This can be a long, long trial. With patrick, my beloved patrick on starisScottish Fold, we administered sub-cue ringers 100CC each morning and night for two years. This fluid kept him alive for two years after his initial pronouncement of doom by our vet. I think that even they were surprised as to what extent we were willing to go for the little guy. We had become skilled at the daily routines and had sacrificed much flexibility and personal freedom as a result of the firm schedule of administrative care. This was a good lesson. The care of others first – something more than the self – a lesson in selflessness. We were willing to do this for him and do so without a moments reservation and administered the care lovingly. He knew it and we knew he did. We were not however willing to allow something so loved to suffer, and he let us know when it was time.

Now if only I could offer the same care and duty to my mother. For some reason (and yes, I know the reason, though do not agree) we behave differently when such matters of quality of life refer to humans rather than pets. Sorry. All life has soul. My mom has passed the mark where there are any qualities of life worth preserving. Yet – there is not a thing that can be done other than wait and watch her suffer her fate. A fate she had expressly stated great fear of. I can still hear her say ” Don’t ever let me get that way”. Sorry mom.

As for my little animal friends, I do my best – will go to whatever extent within my means to keep you happy safe and healthy and when such time comes that you are no longer able to live the life you deserve, I will do the hard thing and be there with you until the last breath leaves your body. DSC_9684And then, I have a spot picked out for you – prepared with much care. It is a quite spot, we have a bench where we can sit and reflect, and we have prepared it with a view – a place where you can forever look out to the forrest near by and watch the birds, and squirrels, and the land you loved. So today marks another time on this grim task though today I do not find it grim at all. This task, as in all tasks from the heart, provides a lesson to the person willing to accept it. It was a beautiful day today. The first real snow of the season had just fallen the night before, the sun was out and we were busy with last minute tasks such as bringing in last minute things forgotten from summer and fall – and for grave digging.

Blue Birth


Got to love someplace that can be successfull at selling something like color – almost like selling air !


This is my color – There are many like it but this one is mine. My color is my friend, Without me, my color is nothing, without my color I am….


Getting Old


Well, Perhaps the last of the fall work weekends is now past. I was able to get the ladder up and get on the roof. Not as easy task as you might expect. The ladder needs to be fully extended which is forty feet – and the roof is steep at 12/12. Had to get up there to put some chicken wire in the flues of the chimney to keep the squirrels out. We had four of the little buggers in the house over the past couple of weeks and the chimney flue is the only way we can think they have been getting in.D4F5B4D7-C84A-4724-9832-E9E200ADB892.jpg
I hate to see them become cat food almost as much as I hate them wrecking the house. Let’s hope this takes care of the little guys and keeps them outside where they belong.
After a day like today I have to wonder how long I will be able to handle the care of the house. It’s not like I am and old man or anything, it’s more that I have been around the old and dying and as a result have been pondering my own fate.
I spent Thanksgiving day with my dad. It was just he and I in the house and while I watched the parade on TV, I could not help but be melancholy with the lack of noise, laughter and general activity of a house full of family on the holiday. This year it was just the tow of us. We went to the care facility where I fed my mom dinner. Rather sobering.
On the morning of Thanksgiving – as if I needed to be reminded of the transient nature of life any more than I already was, I observed a couple of ambulances pull up to the house of one of the other original families on the block. I watched as they worked on Jim’s chest on the way into the transport, and drove away with him. No turkey for Jim this day – or ever again as it turns out.
So, What do I do to prepare? how do I cope with knowing that the same fate awaits me?
I do what most of us do.
I try not to think about it – I let the images fade, replace them with fresh hope and go on about my day as if there will always be another.

Great Performance


Enjoyed a great show at Merrill Auditorium in Portland tonight. Peter Serkin preformed an amazing collection of music that to my ear, represented just how far you can take the craft – This was at the limit of what a human and a piano is capable of. Now, I am simple and untrained in music – The Chopin and Debussy were easy for me to get my brain around – to some extent. The Polonaise was amazing – rich and complex while being accessible to my ear. The Debussy was a real treat. How could something so simple be so complex.

Peter Serkin
Peter Serkin

Thanks Peter.

A long way to go with NaNoWriMo


So, just in case you did not know, this is National Novel Writing Month.

Nine days left to finish my 50,00 word novel.



Even if I do not make the cut and have it done in time I still regard it as a most valuable experience. I have learned how to crank out the words even when I am not in the mood. That was perhaps the bigger problem with getting writing done – or getting anything done – sometimes you have to push the truck down the road for a while at great effort, then pop the clutch to get things going.

I found that with writing, much like other things in my life, once I got the machine going, I found myself enjoying what I had only shortly before dreaded.


Next year maybe you can join and write your first novel and maybe I will as well.


Perhaps it will be my second.

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