HRH the Princess Bunny-Blaze very much enjoys retrieving her tennis ball. So much so that she gets a bit…er… cranky when Marshal attempts to get... Read More
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A first for me, but not a first.
The day after Thanksgiving is another national (okay, regional… (okay house-inal)) holiday for the Dingles. Yes indeed-y… Decorating Day. This is a big deal,... Read More
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… on meeting a bombogenesis
Bombogenesis! No I am not kidding! That is what happened to us the other night… well, us and a million or so other Mainers... Read More
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… on seagull jealousy
I woke up to a seagull screech That turned into a fight I guessed it was a morning tiff Continued from last night.... Read More
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… on waves
Waves have it hard. I mean, we treat them as if they are hard. Especially big ones. They don’t touch or caress or embrace…... Read More
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… on a phone stack inspired ramble
Yesterday we – Gabe, Sam, Disney-Princess-Avery, and I – headed over to Freeport-Maine-Home-of-LLBean-and-many-other-outlet-stores. And in between making Sam try on shorts, awaiting our approval, Avery’s search... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing... Read More
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… on other people’s – and dog’s – poop
Here at The Inn* we have many many flowers. And blades of grass. And also dogs. Two of them. Pee’ing and pooping machines they... Read More
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… on clarity in the midst of bustling joy
The day before yesterday… was it the day before yesterday? I don’t even know. Anyway, one of the days before today, I was writing... Read More
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… on what (and when) we cannot see
A few days ago, we tumbled out of bed early to make the ferry to Monhegan Island. Mac, Jack, Klack, Lack, Nack, Ouack, Pack,... Read More
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… on four stalls and a wedding
So. There are about to be lots of photos of the wedding out in the world because Jen Smith, who is the incredibly talented... Read More
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… on the mornings after
It was magical. Truly. Wow. The morning dawned with our cove blanketed in mist, the trees hidden behind gauzy walls of fog. Weather reports... Read More