A Rainy Weekend

It's gray and drizzly here in Maine this weekend. We need the rain but wish it would happen during the week instead.

Kind of nice, though, to be lazy and watch movies. We rented National Treasure: Book of Secrets and watched it late this afternoon. I've also got 27 Dresses but it's not something my husband would enjoy.

Memorial Day

It was such a nice, quiet day.

I did a little laundry and hung it out, rode my bike to the beach and stayed about an hour, worked on this page, and even got to see Erin and Kylie on the way home from camp.

A Camp Weekend

Here we are at camp again for the weekend. And it's a long one, too, because of Memorial Day. Yay!

That Conservation Stamp is a picture from Thirteen Mile Woods which is just a few miles north of where we live. Nice to see something from our area on a U. S. stamp!

I got the special envelope postmarked from our city. I kept one for this page and mailed the other one to my friend in Florida. She's originally from here so I think she'll like it.

Weeeeeeeee.......!

I just love riding my bike to the beach!

In the summer I try to go almost every day. I only stay a couple hours and most of the time I don't even put a bathing suit on.

I have the neatest folding seat that fits perfectly in my saddlebag so I like to just sit there, looking at the waves and read or write.

Crafting at Camp

Yes, it was a good idea to bring my crafting supplies down to camp. Now I can work on my visual journal on the weekends. I puttered on two pages yesterday and today.

Where has Linda Been?

Now that my mom is home for the summer, I haven't had much of a chance to journal or write poetry. Between an emergency room visit for her, opening camp in Maine, playing cards, and tons of after-school meetings, I just haven't had the opportunity.

I miss it and am going to take my craft supplies to camp this weekend so I can journal on the weekends since it won't happen during the week.

Four weeks and two days left of school. Can't wait to be at camp all summer!

Four Generations

Here are four generations of my husband's family:

My husband's father, Bob. The kids always called him Gunka.

My husband, Gary.

My daughter, Erin.

And my granddaughter, Kylie.

When Kylie saw my husband with his newly shaved head and face for the summer, she said, "You took your hair off!"

We had a nice visit with Bob and his wife, Elli, and Elli's son's family in Connecticut last weekend. Bob and Elli spend half a year in Germany, her home, and half a year in Florida so this was the first time they'd had a chance to meet Kylie.