We are now beginning the first full week of December and Marjorie and I have just installed our small Christmas tree with all its decorations. The angel on the top of the tree is near 90 years old and some of the decorations which belonged to Marjorie’s mother, Kathleen, as well are over 100 years old. We hung both our stockings in hope that Santa will treat us well for being so good.
Brrr … nothing more to say about the weather.
Sorry to be negative, but some customers continue to go through our stop signs and also drive too fast. I know the answer to the problem, but I hate to have to put down speed bumps. This is starting to look like the only solution. I hope we will be able to get everyone to cooperate.
The holidays are upon us, and as trying as they can be at times, the thing I love most about the season is the awesome, mostly unhealthy food that’s everywhere you look.
Thanksgiving has come and gone. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but lately I’m not a big fan of the holiday season. After Thanksgiving I think, “OK, one down, one to go.”
Loznicka retrospective: I attended the Nov. 24 opening reception for well-known New Harbor artist Marlene Loznicka’s retrospective show on the walls of Legacy Properties Sotheby’s International Realty in Damariscotta.
“You know, my birthday is next week,” said Frazier one cold snowy morning while we slid into a booth at the Bristol Diner, one of his favorite breakfast places.
From The Lincoln County News, November 1968:
Election Day: Lincoln County backed the Nixon-Agnew ticket on Nov. 5, giving the Republican from California 5,659 votes to 3,378 for Democrat and then-Vice President Hubert Humphrey and 231 for Alabama segregationist and former Gov. George Wallace.
Two of the most imposing presentations at the table are popovers and Yorkshire pudding. Amazingly, both require only eggs, milk, flour, a bit of salt, and, yes, some fat. After all, as Fats Waller, the famous jazz pianist, was quoted to say, “Fat’s where it’s at!”
I wrote a story about Weatherbird in Damariscotta a few weeks ago. That place is full of great wines, unique kitchen tools, and awesome gift items.
So much to scribble about this week, but first, let me say “Mission accomplished!” as our hurricane relief effort, through the American Legion here in Damariscotta, delivered a trailer load of supplies to some very needy folks in Fountain, Fla. For those of you who might say “Where?” it is a little community just north of Panama City, Fla., out on the Panhandle.
Veggies in the limelight: I moseyed on over to the Central Lincoln County YMCA last Friday, Nov. 16 to check out the art on the walls of its lobby area. I say mosey because it was snowing, and driving and walking slowly is what is called for in such circumstances. Plus I kind of like the word.
My sister, Wendy, is back in sunny, warm Fort Myers. I dropped her off at the airport yesterday.
The art of restoration: As a columnist writing about the various arts in Lincoln County, I often get tips about people and places that I should check out. Recently, I got steered in the direction of Damarine Antiques, located at 263 Bristol Road, Damariscotta.
Pet loss is an inevitable part of pet ownership. Unless you’re raising a tortoise, the chances that your pet will die before your life is over are almost 100 percent. I believe we are cursed with this trade-off: we get to have unconditional love from a creature and they accept our love in return, but it is a limited-time offer.
Well, it looks (and sounds) like the holiday season is upon us. I can tell by all the ads on TV. (I must say, I like the ones with the dogs and cats.)