Journaling at night is never where.
Jul. 4th, 2002 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupI am so very very glad that I got this laptop. Not only because my desktop unit is STILL in the shop (yes, a month later -- now a "Level 3" problem that has the technician leaving voicemail messages like "I am at a loss"), but because the power can go out and I can continue writing on through the night.
Right now the storm has passed but you still hear occasional rumblings. It finally got hot (well, hot-ish) up here today, so we threw the windows open wide. (There is not so much as a fan up here. Yesterday we were snickering when they talked about it sweltering in Maine and we barely got to 78. Today was more like 85, but I will still take that for a summer.) Despite the attack of the mosquitos somehow evading the screens, it is nice to just hear the waves pounding, the fog horn in the distance, and the trees swaying in the wind.
Maine is good. Yay Maine. If this was Boston (heat index over 100 today), we would have been locked in air conditioning for about 4 days now. That's the downside to working from home. The upside is I can work here instead.
In some ways it is hard to be up here, though. This is the first time we have been able to come for so long, and it really makes me feel a closeness to the place. We have finally gotten our lives to the point where we can actually be up here and appreciate it. But due to meshigas with Mrs. Sanpaku's family, it is likely that the house will be sold at the end of the summer. It's especially hard because this house, and where it is, are the sort of thing you can spend a lifetime and not get back. To have it is to luxuriate in life above your station. How many people have a vacation home for free when they're 30? But the absurdity somehow doesn't improve the fact of having to lose it.
Went to Bah Hahbah on Sunday in an environmentally-friendly fashion. They run a ferry from Winter Harbor, too expensive, but then they have these neat, free propane-powered buses running all over Mt. Desert island to let you explore Acadia. It was a vast improvement over hassles of traffic. Still, at $50 for the two of us, it is the sort of thing that can only really be done once a year. Also it doesn't run at night, and the plan for tomorrow is to go there for fireworks, then sit in traffic for an hour to get off the island. Yuck.
Crankiness is alleviated by some progress on finding more affordable places in Providence. Why people advertise townhouses for rent in "unfurnished apartments," I don't know, but what's there is more reasonable and plentiful than I had come to expect. Don't know if we will really find a way to make the move -- it would basically entail destroying all of August, an August that we could be spending -- guess where! -- in Maine, probably for a last visit.
Sure hope nothing bad happens tomorrow.
Right now the storm has passed but you still hear occasional rumblings. It finally got hot (well, hot-ish) up here today, so we threw the windows open wide. (There is not so much as a fan up here. Yesterday we were snickering when they talked about it sweltering in Maine and we barely got to 78. Today was more like 85, but I will still take that for a summer.) Despite the attack of the mosquitos somehow evading the screens, it is nice to just hear the waves pounding, the fog horn in the distance, and the trees swaying in the wind.
Maine is good. Yay Maine. If this was Boston (heat index over 100 today), we would have been locked in air conditioning for about 4 days now. That's the downside to working from home. The upside is I can work here instead.
In some ways it is hard to be up here, though. This is the first time we have been able to come for so long, and it really makes me feel a closeness to the place. We have finally gotten our lives to the point where we can actually be up here and appreciate it. But due to meshigas with Mrs. Sanpaku's family, it is likely that the house will be sold at the end of the summer. It's especially hard because this house, and where it is, are the sort of thing you can spend a lifetime and not get back. To have it is to luxuriate in life above your station. How many people have a vacation home for free when they're 30? But the absurdity somehow doesn't improve the fact of having to lose it.
Went to Bah Hahbah on Sunday in an environmentally-friendly fashion. They run a ferry from Winter Harbor, too expensive, but then they have these neat, free propane-powered buses running all over Mt. Desert island to let you explore Acadia. It was a vast improvement over hassles of traffic. Still, at $50 for the two of us, it is the sort of thing that can only really be done once a year. Also it doesn't run at night, and the plan for tomorrow is to go there for fireworks, then sit in traffic for an hour to get off the island. Yuck.
Crankiness is alleviated by some progress on finding more affordable places in Providence. Why people advertise townhouses for rent in "unfurnished apartments," I don't know, but what's there is more reasonable and plentiful than I had come to expect. Don't know if we will really find a way to make the move -- it would basically entail destroying all of August, an August that we could be spending -- guess where! -- in Maine, probably for a last visit.
Sure hope nothing bad happens tomorrow.
