Monday, July 31, 2006

Maine Was Killer

So yeah, like I said, Eliza and I spent a week with her parents in Maine. After a rotten red-eye flight to Boston, we flew into Owl's Head on a Beechcraft 1900 (those turbulence-prone puddle-jumpers always make me nervous), then ferried from nearby Rockland through the fog to the town/island of North Haven.

Our rental house was a short stroll from the beach, where I knocked dozens of rocks into the drink with a driftwood bat. We spent lotsa time lazing in the sun, reading and wading in the cold Atlantic. I tuned in the Red Sox's Rockland affiliate and listened to some games on the radio -- oddly enough, they played a three-game series in Seattle, and I heard that wild Sunday-afternoon game which the M's won, 8-7.

We also played lotsa tennis on an old clay court adjacent to the house, and in the evenings played lotsa Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit. I did lotsa crosswords and read Rabbit, Run and Freakonomics. One day a stupid little bat got into the house and spent most of one day napping in the rafters, before Eliza's dad cleverly trapped it and returned it to the outdoors.

Yes, we ate lobster, David Foster Wallace be damned. We had a kickass lobster dinner at a restaurant on a pier, and later I lunched on a kickass lobster roll. Unfortunately, we were a week too early for Rockland's Lobster Fest. Maybe next year.

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At 4:41 PM, July 31, 2006 , Anonymous stephmac said...

Also Bigfoot hit the court! least some one with big feet trod on it when wet and, well you know,tar pits and mammoths.

At 10:24 AM, August 01, 2006 , Anonymous Eliza said...

The bat was not stupid. You can see it here.


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