Back East Again

The day after I got home from the cruise my step-dad called with news that my mom had slipped in a stream while out on a hike and broken several ribs. She was in pretty sad shape and he was having trouble keeping up with things, so I got on a plane Tueday and flew back to help out, loaded with work to do while I'm here. So here I am, in beautiful Maine at one of my favorite times of the year. Too bad about the reason, but Mom's in good spirits and somewhat ambulatory (doctor's orders and Vicodan is great stuff!) so we're having a pretty good time nonetheless.

Knew I was really home when I found myself cooking deer heart and liver with bacon and onions last night. Just put together a fish chowder and there're rumors of crab meat to be had. Just took a walk down to the town float in the crisp morning air, admiring the fall color. Clear view across Frenchman's Bay to Bar Harbor, where I roamed as a tourist less than a week ago.

What a strange month I'm having!