Good morning from cool and sunny Vermont. You might wonder why I always give the weather report. It’s for my old grade and high school classmate Laura, who lives on the other side of the world. I know she could just google Vermont weather, but I like to think it gives her a connection to what she used to call home. Anyway, it’ll be a beautiful day here, and I’m grateful.
This morning I’ve been up with the birds. I’m doing a few loads of Serena’s laundry, and working out last minute details for our upcoming vacation trip to Maine. This year we’ll be staying on an island, the transition made easier by a sturdy bridge to the mainland. If we’ve timed it right, we’ll be able to witness the village’s great lobster boat race. We’ll be directly on the water again, but we’ll have to walk or drive to the beach. It doesn’t matter. Just getting into the car to head east is enough to drop my blood pressure by ten digits.
And speaking of cars, my lease ended on my bright yellow Honda Fit, and because I was in the right place at the right time, we bought a 2015 plug-in hybrid Ford C-Max. I love this car. I love being high up and feeling like I’m at the wheel of an RV. I’ve been averaging about 60 miles per gallon, and it’s a sweet ride, much easier on the bottom and back. I’m searching for a name to match its unusual color of beach sand, or Ovaltine in milk. Ovaltine is a clunky name, and Sandy doesn’t sound right either. More on that next week.
Tim and Serena traveled to Portsmouth, New Hampshire to meet with a new doctor, who another old classmate recommended–thanks, Pam. He’s starting from scratch with her, and the match seems to be good. She likes what she heard, which is she’ll recover. It looks like her multiple concussions are causing many of her neurological symptoms (like her inability to see), and so once we return from Maine, she’ll see a neuro-optimologist in New Hampshire for help, and return to her new doctor for a follow-up. The nice thing about buying our car versus leasing it is that we can put on all the mileage we want. But an eight hour trip is hard on a hurting head, even in my new car.
My first round of edits haven’t come. And With Regards, Stella Ramone Queen is still in its infancy. Good things come to those who wait? One last thing–a joy, really. My uncle Jean-Paul came down from Quebec to visit with my mom, his sister. I sat down with him and he told me wonderful tales about his travels to Europe, which he began in his 60s. I could have listened for another hour easy. One day I’ll travel too.
Any name suggestions for a car that looks like Ovaltine in milk? Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home. Oh, and here’s one of Serena’s photos of the 4th.