Good Friday

[rolanni]

Yesterday, as previously advertised, Steve and I went to Belfast. It was a brilliant, blue, warm, just-breezy-enough day, and we took our sandwiches and chocolate milk (calcium *Good.* Sigh)down to the public boat launch and had ourselves a modest and relaxing pre-season picnic. The floats were still in, piled untidily up at the entrance to the park, and the only vessels in the harbor were the two tugs and the portmaster's skiff. Most of the downtown stores had their doors open to catch the warm breeze (50 degrees F! A heat wave!) and there was a fair crowd of folks outdoors in their shirt sleeves, smiling in the sunlight.

Came home by way of Searsport, Stockton Springs, Winterport, Bangor -- which is your long way 'round the barn, and spent the evening reading -- Vogue, in my case. My *dear*, I don't get out enough -- and petting cats.

Paid bills this morning for a change, caught up on newsgroups and usenet, fiddled with the journal, and now I'm outta here for the rest of the day, and possibly the evening, too.