I went to the lake to say goodbye.
The autumn breeze cleaned my lungs. Dragged playful fingers over the lake’s surface, rippling the water.
The sun had begun the decent that would soon hide it behind the foothills along the Sebago. It painted a gold streak from one side to the other. It hurt my eyes to look, but I had to.
A single sailboat rode across the sunbeam, the illumination making its white sail translucent.
The fall foliage was exploding fireworks in the background
I mean, are you shitting me? You cannot make this stuff up.
Beautiful. Ridiculous. Nature is so cliché.
We went to Maine to visit the amazing, hilarious, and beloved Aunties. They always exceed the hype we lay on the kids leading up to the trip. They rock.
We also went to the Fryeburg Fair. There were cows and rides and fair foods and all manner of fair-y goodness. There were fat people engaging in unseemly acts of self-indulgence. I sadly shook my head at them but they couldn't see it behind the two story double-scoop waffle cone and roof shingle sized slice of sicilian pizza I was eating. Poor fools.
While there the Peanut made two requests. After visiting the steers: "I wish I could have a cow like that."
After riding a kiddie ride that consisted of little metallic cars: " I wish I had a car like that."
That's when I told her to get a job.
Had a great time. Glad to be home.