I live in a little fishing village on the coast of Maine. Life moves at a pretty slow pace and we like it that way. Most people have more than one occupation. My husband for example is a preacher and a lobsterman, true story. There are other things he does, but I don't want to overwhelm you. We have on occasion traded lobsters for fresh veggies from a neighbors garden.
The big news this week is the "Abigail" has been launched for the season. If you're curious about the "Abigail" you can see what happened last year here: The Abigail is Seaworthy
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction in our hometown, like the time I was driving home on a rural road I've traveled thousands of times over the years. I saw an object in the road, I knew wasn't an animal. There was no time to react. I hit it and was forced to pull over while this unknown object dragged and grated on the tarred road.
I got out of the car and discovered a metal colander. Yes . . you know the kind you drain pasta in. I couldn't move it, it was truly fetched up under my car. I called my husband (thankful for cell phones), and I asked him to come help and bring something long. He arrived in his pickup and pulled an oar out of the back (the kind you use to row a boat). It was touch and go but he was able to unfetch it.
When I got home, I did what any responsible woman would do - I posted it on facebook with a picture of the colander to see if anyone knew who it might belong to. Here's what I wrote:
Found: If anyone lost a metal colander in the Wiley's Corner area today, I have it. I didn't intend to stop for it, but when it fetched up on my muffler, I was forced to pull over. Kim, it was right near your house, perhaps it's yours. I called
You can imagine the fun my friends had with this story. I kept it for a few days, and even though some of my friends claimed they wanted it, no one came for it. I have a picture of it, but will warn you, it's not for the weak.
This weekend my little town has an annual celebration with lots of festivities planned. My mother is looking forward to the events as her home is in the center of town and she has a front row seat to everything. Here's a photo below of a previous parade. My mother's house is on the right in the photo.
I hope you've enjoyed this little glimpse into my world. Not my typical blog post but I've enjoyed sharing this. Have a blessed day.
A merry heart does good, like medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones.