I’m sitting under an awning in Brunswick at Morong Volkswagen.. After the Service people complete a safety recall item I’ll move on down the road to Wal Mart for a few groceries, and then back to Wiscasset. An hour ago, I went to the Transfer Station and dropped off a big can and a big bag of refuse.
Yesterday, I cut the grass. The day before, I made my second trip in a week to Phillips Engines in Damariscotta where they did repairs within a day. In other words, we’re out of quarantine and going about our business. The way life should be.
Earlier this week, Donna had a Zoom call with friends, one of whom lives on Vinalhaven. The other is in New Jersey. What they have in common is their dogs are from the same litter as our Pippa was. Pip passed away about eight weeks ago. For two years before, Donna said she wanted another dog for that day when Pip passed away, never expecting it would be so soon. She was only 8.
Last summer we got Luc, now an 88 pound, very-spoiled puppy. He could have been named “Back Up”. We cannot imagine how wrecked we would be now, if we had lost Pip and had no back up.
Luc, went to the doctor’s this week for a meet-and-greet with the new vet in town, Dr. Holly Noble. Besides thinking Luc looks great, she exclaimed over his feet. They’re so big. Truth is they are more like hoofs than feet.
And we’re very excited about one of the new businesses in town since last year - Salty Dog groomers. So convenient to have them downtown, across Water Street from Sarah’s.
I sat on one of the new benches downtown and watched during lunch hour. The lines at the world famous Lobster roll maker seem shorter, certainly understandable given how difficult it is for tourists to get here. And while the state project on Route 1 has improved the look and safety of downtown, there are still people jaywalking across the highway, from Red’s to the Pier or Sarah’s. As Jackie Gleason said, “One of these days! Pow. To the Moon.” Someone’s gonna get hurt.
Oops. the Morong people just told me I’m good to go. So I’m going.