I’m feeling trepidatious. I was awake for a good part of the night worrying about you. Actually not so much about you personally, but about how you, the people of Lincoln County, will receive my column.
A different perspective: One of the several hats that I wear here at The Lincoln County News is that of copy editor. I edit the many press releases that the paper receives. Recently, one from Gold/Smith Gallery in Boothbay Harbor caught my attention.
This week, I want to take this space to say a word about two of our columns – one brand new and one some 500 or so columns in.
I admit that I tend to overreact when I see that something has befallen an animal that I’m pet-sitting, anything from hairballs to heat stroke. There are a few reasons for this. No. 1: I love all animals and I don’t want to see any animal in any sort of pain. No. 2: it’s not my pet and someone is paying their hard-earned money for me to care for their pet. I don’t want to feel that they’re not getting their money’s worth. And No. 3: I have worked at several veterinary clinics and I have seen firsthand what can happen if what starts out as a manageable medical situation gets out of control.
Art and reverence: I get tips on a fairly regular basis about cool art that I should check out, tips that I take seriously and that I appreciate. Recently, I was told by two people whose artistic taste I have a great deal of respect for — Newcastle ceramicist Liz Proffetty, who heads up Neighborhood Clay in Damariscotta, and Bremen painter Michael Blaze Petan – to take a look at the current show, “Convergence,” up in the West Gallery at River Arts in Damariscotta. They both thought that I would like it.
We at The Lincoln County News were deeply saddened to learn of the death of 15-year-old Isabelle Manahan on Friday. We only become more so the more we learn about her.
This week I want to take a moment to highlight yet another upcoming Community Read program. On Thursday, July 19 at 11 a.m., the proof will literally be in the pudding as both amateur and professional chefs compete in their own categories for fabulous prizes, fame, and bragging rights at our Community Cooking Contest. The theme? Italian food, in honor of our Community Read book, “Blood, Bones & Butter,” by Gabrielle Hamilton.
The nation’s economy depends on it, but shipping by truck comes with a heavy price, in terms of both environmental damage and damage to the highway infrastructure.
We’ve been planting during this amazing weather, my dear husband and I, and each day we are hoping for rain. We put in corn, beans, tomatoes, and parsley. I haven’t put the cucumbers in yet. Perhaps this coming weekend I’ll be able to put the rest of the garden in.
Tuesday’s election will make history, as Maine voters use ranked-choice voting to select the Democratic and Republican nominees for governor.
May was a month of birthdays at Hodgdon Green, the assisted-living home in Damariscotta. Celebrating were residents Patty Hagar, Doug Halm, and Eleanor Mitchell. Blessings on them for a year ahead filled with contentment and joy in being.
‘Re-visioning’ local theater: I recently got to hang out in the cafe at Sherman’s Maine Coast Book Shop in Damariscotta with Torie DeLisle and Mallory Adams (and Adams’ very cute and cooperative baby, Willow). Many people know DeLisle as the development director at Skidompha Library and Adams as president of the River Company Board of Directors.
Got a bee in my backside this week, folks, as I had not only one near miss, but two, and in the same location. Well, if you guessed in the crosswalk at Red’s Eats, you would be dead on. Now I know, the law says pedestrians have the right-of-way, and that is true, but nowhere does it say that one should at any time not exercise extreme caution crossing any road.
In a May 24 LCN article (“Lincoln Academy expects dip in boarding enrollment,” page 1), Lincoln Academy claimed that the school’s boarding program is highly profitable, and that any financial difficulties have been caused by unpredictable changes in the boarding market. Neither is true.
Before you ask, yes, I’m from away. I’ve been on Biscay Pond for over 30 years. The first 15 were in Bristol, near the outlet, then we moved to Damariscotta, on the west side, about 1/2-mile from the town beach. We spent every summer here and most weekends from mid-May to mid-October. Now that I’m retired, I spend a lot more time here. The winters are as beautiful as the summers, in their own way, and autumn, glorious autumn! Mud season, not so much …