I stood in my driveway yesterday morning at ten after six, drinking coffee and looking at the horses across the street. It was about 54 degrees and the sun was just starting to rise. I think it hit me right then why I moved to Maine. The problem is, I can't quite describe it with words. I supposed I could say something about about the smell of plants, trees and earth or something about hearing the wind, the frogs (in May), the coyotes (in February), the absence of sirens, and the rain, or I could even say something about seeing the fiery brilliance of the autumn leaves, the rocky coast of the sea, or the general green lumpiness of the landscape, but all of that would not really give you a good idea of the kind of belonging I feel right now. I'm not sure it will last a long time, but right now, I prefer Maine to anywhere.
This last weekend, I had the distinct pleasure to stand up in the wedding of one of my very best friends. The whole weekend was a celebration of a great relationship; a celebration without parallel in recent memory. What a joy it was to see my good friend be so well matched to his new wife. I expect great things to come of their committed union. I expect that the Divine Love of Christ will flow from their new home together. It is times like this that I know deeply the "why" of life.
-In other news:
-The volvotron is going to the junkyard this Friday, come hell or high water (a hurricane just missed us and hit Nova Scotia!)
-I am still riding my motorcycle. I plan to ride until ice covers the roads. Could be any day now.
-KT starts her new job tomorrow.
-We have been very happy lately to have seen almost all of our immediate family recently. I even saw my brother-in-law Bryan during a 4 hour layover in Philly on Sunday.
-my best goes to those honest people in the financial sector who are weathering the storm. I hope the people who got us into this get what they deserve (a lifetime living on minimum wage sounds about right), but we all know that they'll get million-dollar severance packages and we'll just keep working, like always. Maybe Bill O-Reilly is right, the American working people will pull the country through this, time after time.