Murphy’s Law succinctly states: “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.” If you want a more scientific sounding version, there is Finagle’s Law: “The desirability of an outcome is inversely proportional to its likelihood of happening.”
Waltzing along the latter end of August and earliest September, I’ve missed several columns, but I’ve been enjoying my family, up variously from Connecticut and North Carolina. So here is a frenzied catch-up:
Due to the fading of the nectar-producing bee balm, petunias, columbine, and delphinium, hummingbird feeders are the last food resort here.
What people hear when listening to their favorite politician giving a speech is not what has been said. What people hear is what they want to hear.
Attention, lobster lovers: coming soon to the Wiscasset Senior Center is the annual community lobster bake. It will be held at 5 p.m., Wednesday, Sept. 21. Everyone should mark their calendars for this delicious event as we say goodbye to summer and usher in the fall season.
September is Senior Pet Wellness Month. Senior pets have much love to offer and make great companions. We encourage everyone to look into adopting a senior pet. Read on for information about senior pets.
There is only a mile on the old county road (Academy Hill Road) between the Catholic Church and me, but there is a lot of history there. In early days, it was the only road between Newcastle Village and the Mills. Then it declined and very nearly was discontinued. Now it has come back into being one of the most heavily populated areas in town.
If just converting from burning fuels to solar electricity will cut our energy needs by up to a third, then why are Maine’s governor and his coterie so much against solar power?
Hi, dear readers. Here I am, your Marilyn Beane’s World columnist in the new month of September in the first week, with more news of my sweetheart Elden’s and my life at Crawford Commons Assisted Living, 132 Middle Road, Union, ME 04862-0628.
This has been a very hard week here. Our deep well at the church can be pumped dry in a few minutes. I have had to disconnect the hose and have been carrying lots of jugs up to church, where I fill a few while I watch the gauges. I can only fill a few at a time.
What a busy summer we had at the Transfer Station. Seems like each summer is busier than the one before. We have been having a little fun watching license plates and have noticed plates from 28 states, the District of Columbia, and two Canadian provinces. I am sure we may have missed some, but Maine’s Vacationland designation seems correct.
Boy, are the flowers blooming down at the farm! Angie and Kyle are growing long, beautiful rows of all sorts of color this year, about three times their usual plantings.
Here in the northern tip of Lincoln County we are starving for rain. Several times during the month of August we heard thunder in the distance, but most of the storms dodged us. They soaked the neighboring towns of China and Washington, but didn’t give us a drop of rain.
By the time our youngest child, Abbey, appeared on the scene, my wife and I had been parents for 17 years. Abbey was number six. So I had already had nearly two decades of addressing the ubiquitous children’s question: “Why?”