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Daily Archives: July 16, 2011


Sunny/Maine/way life should be
Always a delight to have a perfect Maine Day
just the way the tourist bureau advertises.
Nothing can compare to a Perfect Maine Day:
sunny, not too hot, not too cold. Just right.
A Goldilocks day.
Siggi at



Questions for Friday, July 14th: (Special thanks to @katieb38@trooppetrie,@Simply_BC,@PardonMyDust, and @RachelR77 for their question suggestions! I’d love to link YOU in a future 5QF, so head on over to my community or shout ’em out to me on Twitter, remember to@5crookedhalos me and use hashtag #5QF!)
1. If you knew your best friend’s spouse was cheating on her or him, would you tell her (him)?
*** I refuse to get in that situation.  Been there, had that happen on both sides.
***  ** When I refused to get in the middle, my friend resolved it herself and lived married happily ever after…at least is still married many years later.
*** **  Myself…when you find out first hand, you can deal with it right away…no wondering what to do, no angst over “how do I let them know, I know.”

2. Soda in a can or a bottle?
*** Bottle…doen’t taste “tinny”…like the can.  Bottle seems more sanitary to my pea brain, also.

3. What do you wash first, hair or body?
***   Hair.  Top to feet.

4. What advice would you give to any new mama?
***  Pick out a name you love..otherwise they will think your distaste for a name, is distaste for them every time you say it.
5. What is your best hangover remedy?
***  Sleep…zzzzzzzzzz.

Plein aire painting in Martha Stewart's neighborhood, Seal Harbor, Maine. The ocean front park.

Ocean front park, Seal Harbor, Maine.

The Process:

Top trees/inspiration/painting/tomorrow’s blog

plein air/sunny/hot/breezy/wonderful

painting/palette knife/black flies/grass

Naturalist’s Notebook/deck/lunch/unbelievable/heavenly

toured Bar Harbor/new buildings/changes

toured Hulls Cove/Salsbury Cove/communities

Life/back in the day/luxury


Six Word Journal:

Painting/Adventures/delightful/reminiscing/Summer Gold


My dishwasher.

My dishwasher used to be me.

Then one year, for my birthday,

long, long ago, I wanted a vacuum cleaner.

A nice one.

So, what was I given?

An electric dishwasher.

I never really appreciated it until one day,

it stopped working.

For a while,

I decided to wash my own dishes,

but they never seemed squeeky clean anymore.

So I called the handy dandy repairman,

and for a cheap part and a more expensive service call,

I was back washing my dishes “clean” again.


Dishwasher it is.

Shallow as it is.

It is what it is.  Needed.
In and Emergency
I love a man
with dishpan hands.