Maineventure Part 3: Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Admittedly, there aren't a lot of outdoorsy activities that I enjoy.  Of this smallish list, I would readily list kayaking as my number one.  I've been kayaking on the Allegheny River a number of times when I still lived in Pittsburgh, and when I was in the suburbs of Philadelphia, growing up, there was a local park where a person could kayak on the pond for a couple of hours.  But in each situation, conditions were always pretty placid, and I always had pretty good control of my vessel.  Not so this day.

Maineventure Part 2: The Manliest Man

Dear friends and readers, as many of you know by now, for all my love of baking and sewing, I have some very un-feminine hobbies.  Martial arts, boxing, blue-streak cursing.  I also work in a very non-feminine environment.  Probably about 20+% of the world's engineers are women, and that number definitely felt smaller when I was in a plant.

What I'm trying to say is, I've been around a lot of men in my time.  All kinds.  Loud, meek, burly, refined.

But on this sojourn to the far North of this here United States, I can comfortably say that I have met and briefly resided with the world's manliest man alive.  So manly, even Teddy Roosevelt must tip his hat.  So endowed with masculinity, Andrew "Old Hickory" Jackson would shed a single tear. Readers, this is A:

So manly, I was too scared to get a good picture.

Maineventure Part 1: Ducks, Portland, and Sweet Hol(e)y Donuts

As I mentioned yesterday, earlier in the summer, my sister and the BIL invited me to stay with them at their summer home in Maine.  Given that DG and I had been hoping for a nice getaway for ages, we eagerly took them up on the offer.  So, the second week of August was spent mostly in the Mt. Desert area of Maine.

Side note - Mt. Desert is pronounced more like "Mount Dessert" by the locals.  Why?  Because the area was named by the French, who would have called it something more like "Mont Désert", and there's nothing sexier than Franglais.  The more you know.

B.E.D.I.S Year 3: The Prisoner of Azkaban

I think I blinked and August ran away before I could even see it.  Funnily enough, I did a lot this August, but it hardly feels as though I had time to cross off the last days of July, and now it's already September 1st.  Yes, friends, I am going through with this foolhardy project of mine for the third year running.  

And so, we unfurl this year's logo: