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Crofton, MD, 21114

A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 


We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Rainy Days and Camden


Tuesday and Wednesday were a washout. We had storms passing through that soaked us and anything near us. Thankfully we had decided to go back to the mainland Tuesday. We took the morning Ferry over to Rockland and walked up to The Brass Compass on Main Street for lunch. This was the site of the Bobby Flay “Lobster Roll Throw Down”… he lost. (smile)

Scott got the legendary menu item, seeing as he is on a one-man mission to eat New England out of seafood from it’s center. It was a notably HUGE sandwich. The roll appeared be toasted in way that would injure one’s face. I got a cup of grease with a side of roast beef, Seamus got a beef and cheese quesadilla and Shannon got chicken tenders. Somewhere my mother is twitching. Sometimes ya just don’t feel like seafood. <<That is our excuse.

After lunch we dodged raindrops between visits to Planet Toy Store and the Farnsworth Gallery (gift shop). I bought a print at the Island Institute where they like to ask you if you are "a member" at the register. I always say "Yes" that they don't seem to question it. 

I got my Buford a very strange dog treat. It's herring fish skin all dried out and in a swizzle shape. It looked suitably gross. He will be eating that outside.

Owl's Head Maine

Owl's Head Maine

We moved on to Camden up the road. Checked in at the Camden Riverhouse Hotel downtown and continued our wandering rain shopping expedition. We reflexively reported to a bar at cocktail hour. I won't go in to the whole sordid story but we met one of the worst waitresses ever  at Cappy's. She dumped two drinks on me and then decided that the best way to apologize for that was to not make eye contact and not apologize to me personally. I became bitter as I sat there smelling of my sisters proseco. So I went across the street and bought the hiking shoes I wanted. I still smelled like a sorority hangover later - but I had warm dry feet. Retail therapy is so powerful.

The next day we putzed around a bit more and then decided we might as well be rained on back at home on the Island. We did drive around Owl's Head before we left and the place is just adorable. We got sandwiches at the Owl's Head General Store. The sandwiches were great and they liked me more than Shannon, so I'll be going back. 

Once we got to Vinalhaven the weather had cleared so I got three more preserves in. I was a woman possessed. I fell down two hills (that were marked as steep inclines before I got to them). Was chased by gangs of horseflies and found a sign for an unlisted preserve named Lower Mill Preserve. That irritated me to no end. You should have seen me there in the woods cursing at that tree and its sign. "Well where the hell did THAT come from? Sheesh! Another goddamn preserve???" 

So I still have seven Preserves to do. God help me.