Today was a good day.

I headed over to Ellsworth this morning to get my BlogHer work done. I've been waiting for Monday to roll around so that I can buy DSL service for the house here (am currently using my Verizon Wireless broadband service and the speed is s.l.o.w.) and thought it would be nice to escape to the coffee shop for some isolated bloggy reading. And it was. The sun came out and, on my way home, I got to roll down the windows and listen to fun music. I passed a house where a really strange-looking dude eyed me suspiciously and I wished I'd had my camera---the shot of him standing there all pissed, bearded, and weary, would have made a really great shot.

We went to a local gathering spot to see a documentary-in-the-making about a sculpture symposium that occurred in and around the area last summer. TM sat happily on Granddad's lap until I convinced myself that she was miserable and needed to head over to the local school's playground (that was after I finished my popcorn, of course). When I looked around and realized that more men than not were bearded and more women than not could pass as big pieces of granola, I knew we were in Maine. And that's really what I love about it here.

When I changed her diaper for her nap, she said, "I seep mommy. I seep. Mommy." I knew what she was saying, but she took it a step further to demonstrate by crawling onto the pillow and pretending to snore. Who is this person and what did she do with my baby? After I nursed her put her down to sleep, I walked around taking pictures for a long time. That was sublime. Then we took Gabe down to the cove, which is one of two places in the continental US he can be unleashed (oh, the CARNAGE).

I spent the better part of this evening looking through a big (but organized, of course) box of family photos. B and his family are totally nuts, OK? And they don't like to be nostalgic or make productions of things. Since that's definitely NOT ME, I took it upon myself to sift through each and every picture---and found a note that B wrote in 3^rd grade that went something like, "People say the sun started when the Earth cracked open and it was a big ball of fire and then God helped hold it up."

It's 9:30. I'm going to sleep (after Sunday Styles, of course).