So kiss me and smile for me; tell me that you’ll wait for me

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

As you’re reading this post, my husband and I (and George, of course) are on our way back up to our beloved Maine. You’re really not that surprised, are you?

When we returned from our first visit in June, I thought that would be it. But my husband was so happy there (as was the dog) that I thought it might be nice to be able to take them back. And so I began to look for places that we could afford because I had another week off that I needed to take before the summer ended.

It quickly became apparent, however, that not only would we never find a place for what we could pay in high season, but the cottages we wanted (on the water) would not take pets. It wasn’t until I contacted a realtor we used a couple of years ago that I began to think that maybe this idea would work. She said that since we had rented before, she could get us into places that didn’t advertise as pet-friendly.

So this opened up a lot more rental properties from which to choose.

Although we prefer Saturday to Saturday, I did find a Sunday to Sunday rental that’s much further from the national park than I would have liked, but it’s affordable. And it’s right on the water. It’s a little rustic but I can handle that because hey . . . (you know what I’m going to say already) . . . we’ll be in Maine.

This incredible heat has gotten to my husband. Maybe it’s the whole cancer thing, I don’t know. But I do know that I need to get him away again. Unfortunately, because the place is a bit lacking in the modern technologies, there will be no internet. I think there’s a TV, but heavens knows what we’ll be able to get on it. And there’s no washer or dryer. But hey! There’s a LOBSTAH POT!!!

I won’t be home until next Sunday evening, so there won’t be another post until then. I’ll try to take lots of pictures and hope you don’t forget about me in the meantime.

Love,

PS – Photos are of the George Washington Bridge in NYC in the early morning light during our last trip this past June. Traffic was light, which was a first.