Paint the town: fun with pork.
Sunday SUNDAY Sunday! Quickly becoming stock-up-on-hugs day. This time I headed up (which is actually south and west, mind you) to Mount Desert Island to hang out with Morgan and meet Kate, another Obie. Kate had fixed up a massive pot of aromatic pork. Gruff Neil Diamond sounds serenaded us while we stuffed ourselves with carnitas. Lots of conversation and a few drinks later, musical instruments started sprouting from the furniture. I was breaking guitar strings (literally) and Kate was rocking the fiddle. Friend circle expanded by 1!
(Haiku for alcohol:
My dear how I’ve missed
your warm tickling caress
on my tongue. Ahhh… rum!)
Monday morning I woke to green apple walls and birds framed by hearty oak branches. I spent the day taking a driving tour of the “quietside” of MDI. It was a gorgeous day, warm with a flirtatious sun layering friendly pecks on my cheeks. I drove back home on the haunted Blacks Woods Road (check out this week’s Friday post for more info).
By the end of my MDI stay I felt rejuvenated, owing, I think, to the sunshine and the generous weight of hugs on my arms.