grand theft auto
Adam and I got back from Maine today. We had been in Eastport visiting his father for the holidays. Arthur was doing well, although his dog Abra is getting very old. We're afraid this might be her last winter. We had a really nice, quiet sort of time--Adam and I went everywhere there is to go--all four places. We had lobster one night, and went out for live music another (at the cafe slash antique store). Eastport is a very friendly, artsy sort of town. Many people knew Adam from the time he spent there last year, as well, we met a few new friends of his father. We had a very nice Christmas day--presents in the morning and for Christmas dinner I made leg of lamb (my first time, it turned out great). I was very industrious during my time there (it was good to have a project or three), making ornaments from Christmas cards, knitting, baking, sending out cards, and reading. On the way there, the airline lost Adam's luggage (somewhere between Boston and Bangor, we figure) and so he had to wear the same clothes for the first couple days. I had to give him one of his presents early (underwear). But that was really the only major mishap on the trip. Of course, when we got home we discovered my car had been stolen from right in front of our building. So this afternoon was all meeting with the police and calling my insurance. I'm trying not to think too hard about the loss, because I had the car for many years and have a lot of fond feelings and memories.
posted by Loretta @ 5:34 PM
