Unofficial Start of Summer

Rattled awake by a thunderstorm this morning at 5 am, I’m back at the office after a most sublime Memorial Day Weekend.

Some of my favorite moments: dipping my toes in the Atlantic while the younger kids swam the day away, driving to the Dairy Corner with my boy in the passenger seat and his nephew, my sister and her boyfriend in the back – all singing along to the Alabama Shakes, spending time with a Westie, chihuahua, and two doodles, and making friendship bracelets on the upper deck as the sun beat down on me and the ocean lapped against the sand.

Ahhhhh, summer.

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Lobster and Beer

After stopping by my mom’s shop – This Old Thing? – and scoring a snazzy vintage Sarah Coventry belt and a mid-century modern mini ice bucket for two – it was far too nice out to just settle in at home with Mad Men reruns on Netflix.

So Miek and I headed downtown in search of a patio, like many from Portland often do as soon as things thaw out. We settled on The Porthole. I worked on my tan and we made friends with the chubby pug at the neighboring table. Sometimes a girl just needs some seafood and an Allagash.

(more to come on This Old Thing?)

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