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We’re finally settled in our little lakeside cabin in Maine. My toddler and I have been swimming everyday. Jay has gone all out to make our cabin as nice and cozy as he could. He tore out the old carpet from the ’70s and installed barn board floors. He bought all early 1900s antique furniture and kept the decor rustic. He dug up an amazing fire pit outside, bought cast iron cookware and has been cooking dinner for us every night. After dinner we sit around the fire and look up at the millions of stars visible from this neck of the woods. All his efforts have made up for the mosquito bites and the lack of a shower. His folks have a shower just five minutes away in the main house, but it makes clean-up after spontaneous sex an arduous task. Being in such close quarters (there is only one bedroom in the cabin) has also been difficult. Everytime we’ve tried to have sex lately, our kid wakes up and interrupts. My poor husband has the biggest case of blue balls! Still, I try. I can’t give up. One of these days we’ll get it right.
The wild life is incredible. We’ve spotted eagles, hawks, snakes, frogs, loons, turtles, chipmunks, huge wharf spiders and I hear coyotes howling late at night.
This morning a loon came up quite close while we were swimming. It makes me nervous when wild creatures get too close. Loons have razor sharp beaks for eating fish, and I wouldn’t put it past them to strike if they feel threatened. While we were drying up indoors after swimming, a bird flew right into our window. It left an impressive wing mark and flew off into the forest. I’m hoping it survived the bump, but Jay thinks it may not have.
Mid-afternoon, I took off with my kid to the market. Jay doesn’t like driving around too much so I am often on my own exploring Maine roads. I had been wanting to check out an organic farm with small signs on the road. Yesterday I almost turned into a dirt road which I thought could be where the farm was. I changed my mind, thinking getting lost on a dirt road without Jay would most likely not be a wise decision. I’m obviously not from around here and I can’t put my baby and me in a vulnerable situation. Today I looked at the signs a bit closer and found the paved road the farm is on. I turned into the farm and wanted to find out if they sold any produce right there. I was met by an old man with a long thick beard, hunched over holding a cane, his other hand is a stump. I suddenly felt like I was in an X Files episode, only I was unarmed, wearing a skimpy batik top and short shorts, with my two-year-old in the car seat in the back. Feeling vulnerable, adrenaline rushing to my brain, I gave the old man a gentle smile and asked him if they sold their produce at a farmers market. He seemed nice, told me where they sold their crops. I thanked him and got out of there with my spine tingling. I wish I could have befriended him. He would make for a great character in a movie. I guess at worst he would be like the Tim Robbins character in Tenacious D’s The Pick of Destiny.
Sounds beautiful, have a great time! (and hopefully at some point the blue balls situation will be cured…)
LOL… yeah, we finally got to finish last night. Our kid was in bed in the cabin and we set up a hammock and sleeping bag outside in front of the fire. It was romantic and out of earshot: two things that made it work!