In which we return to the Center of Maine, not without a pang
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIn between naps and reading, we walked a lot this weekend -- up the beach, down the beach, around the amusement park, across town... The Moving Wall was in town and we went down one evening to pay our respects.
The Wall drew a lot of people, for Old Orchard Beach values of "a lot". Family groups with little kids and grandparents; couples of all ages, holding hands; solitary guys who slipped silently through the line, put a beer or a cigar under a certain section of Wall and melt away; a lot of people in motorcycle leathers -- from Kentucky, Ohio, Pennsylvania; Iron Horsemen patches, and Nomads, among others.
kinzel and I took a tour of the model condo at the Grand Victorian; three bedroom (or, in our case, one bedroom and two offices), big kitchen, nice-sized living room, three decks, one looking out over the ocean. Nice, deep windows that the cats would love. All I have to do is find that winning lottery ticket...
At Palace Playland Saturday evening, I bough a ticket and got myself in line at the carousel. Not much of a carousel -- fiberglass animals and gearing in need of greasing, for starters -- still, it was worth a buck and a couple minutes of my time.
The ride operator was a woman in her sixties, maybe -- which is to say, a couple years older than I am. She was talking to the little kids in line, asking them which animal they were going to ride, and why, and having a heckuva good time. When it came my turn for going through the gate, she stared at the ticket in my hand like she'd never seen such a thing before, and looked like she'd bit down on something sour.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'd like to ride on the merry-go-round," I answered.
She sniffed. "That's allowed," she said, in a tone that implied that it wouldn't have been if she was in charge of the park.
I rode the cat, in case anybody cares. The little girl one up in line beat me to the hippocampus.
We left the ocean early this morning in order to make a previously scheduled doctor's appointment; stopped in Waterville so I could renew my membership to the gym; swung by the post office, and so to home, where the cats ignored us for an hour or two before deciding that we'd Learned Our Lessons...
The Wall drew a lot of people, for Old Orchard Beach values of "a lot". Family groups with little kids and grandparents; couples of all ages, holding hands; solitary guys who slipped silently through the line, put a beer or a cigar under a certain section of Wall and melt away; a lot of people in motorcycle leathers -- from Kentucky, Ohio, Pennsylvania; Iron Horsemen patches, and Nomads, among others.
kinzel and I took a tour of the model condo at the Grand Victorian; three bedroom (or, in our case, one bedroom and two offices), big kitchen, nice-sized living room, three decks, one looking out over the ocean. Nice, deep windows that the cats would love. All I have to do is find that winning lottery ticket...At Palace Playland Saturday evening, I bough a ticket and got myself in line at the carousel. Not much of a carousel -- fiberglass animals and gearing in need of greasing, for starters -- still, it was worth a buck and a couple minutes of my time.
The ride operator was a woman in her sixties, maybe -- which is to say, a couple years older than I am. She was talking to the little kids in line, asking them which animal they were going to ride, and why, and having a heckuva good time. When it came my turn for going through the gate, she stared at the ticket in my hand like she'd never seen such a thing before, and looked like she'd bit down on something sour.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'd like to ride on the merry-go-round," I answered.
She sniffed. "That's allowed," she said, in a tone that implied that it wouldn't have been if she was in charge of the park.
I rode the cat, in case anybody cares. The little girl one up in line beat me to the hippocampus.
We left the ocean early this morning in order to make a previously scheduled doctor's appointment; stopped in Waterville so I could renew my membership to the gym; swung by the post office, and so to home, where the cats ignored us for an hour or two before deciding that we'd Learned Our Lessons...
