It is an ugly weekend in New England. The rain isn't even the sort that invites play, it's the sort of rain that says "Fire up the wood stove again and find a comfortable spot to curl up." The bad thing is that yesterday was just as bad--anyone can stand one weekend day of ennui--but two is pushing it.
Last night, Prairie Home Companion was in Bangor. It was as good as ever and featured a poet that was new to me. Her name is Maxine Kumin and I plan to search out more of her work.
This afternoon a mother and son from Maine are singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame at the Red Sox game to celebrate the 100th anniversary of that great American song. I hope the weather in Boston is nice for them.
It's almost noon, the teenager and all the cats are asleep. C is reading and I'm about to start baking--warm blueberry pie may be the antidote for this miserable day.
6 comments:
What a cozy post- I was beginning to miss this kind since the bad weather supposedly ended. Blueberry pie and books- it sounds lovely.
I didn't know about that song being 100 years old.
Rain rain go away come again another day. Our farmers are praying for more rain down here. Maybe we should build a pipeline. :)
The Elementary, thank you--the pie was yummy, I had a piece, took a nap and then the rain had stopped enough for a walk.
Texican, it just doesn't make sense that the long growing season doesn't come with moisture and our miniscule growing season comes with lots.
JUDITH!!!!!
I see the feline neckwarmer is patiently awaiting your arrival in that comfy looking chair.
I heard part of that show, and loved her poem. She is one of my favorites. PHC is coming near us this summer, and we have tickets!
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