Outside my windows… it’s a dark, cool night. Late August evenings in Maine are my favorite!
Inside my house… bookshelves are filling up, supplies are being arranged, and we’ve done some weeding out.
Counting 1000 gifts… thankful for the chance over the past week to see friends and family.
Prayers of the heart… for wisdom to balance work, school, and life! I feel like we are moving into a new stage of life, and I’m both excited and nervous about that.
What the (not quite so) little ones are up to… tucked all sung in their beds. Likely sleeping, but it’s possible that a couple are yet reading by flashlight!
From my playlist… the gentle hum of the window fan, and the swish of the dishwasher. Not exactly music, but soothing sounds anyway.
From my reading list… Space Drifters: The Emerald Enigma, by Paul Regnier. So far, it’s a delightfully fun science fiction story that keeps me laughing! Check out the publisher: Enclave Publishing. If you’re a fan of speculative fiction, they are well worth following!
From my needlework basket… a knitted, round pillow. At least, I hope so. I’m having my doubts about whether I’ve got enough yarn. Oddly, I always feel like if I knit faster, I’m more likely to finish before I run out of yarn. There’s absolutely no logic to the idea, but it sticks anyway.
In the learning room… so much done, but still a lot of little details to go! New Book Day is in just a week and a half…
Random ramblings… 87,000 acres of Maine was deeded to the United States today. I worry about what this will mean for the people of Maine.
The people of rural Maine are independent people. We don’t live here because it’s easy, we stay because it’s in our blood. Many of us are from families who have lived in here for generations. We don’t have great wealth or power though, so we are vulnerable to those who have agendas that don’t include us. Will we eventually end up like the lost villages of Flagstaff Lake? Or the residents of Malaga Island? No, we generally don’t trust the government, and with good reason! We remember the times when homes were stolen, and the rights of the individuals trampled upon because it would “be good for Maine”. It wasn’t always good for everyone though…
Stories of the lost villages of Flagstaff Lake, and of Malaga Island are not taught in Maine State History classes, so you may never have heard of them. I’d encourage you to take the time to read about them though.
Profound ponderings… “As a young teenage boy I worked on the project of clearing the land to make Flagstaff Lake. I could not believe the power of eminent domain. I could never forget some of the people whose lives were ruined by the project.” – Jeep Wilcox
Caught on film…