My posts from our annual visit to Grandma Dot on Chebeague don't exist because I didn't take my new computer which wasn't up and rolling. Silly of me. The week that Kate and I spent in Maine were glorious. We
had sensational weather, freedom to bike up and down hills, and enough leisure time to just sit in an Adirondack chair and consider the cloud formations and carelessly turn pages in a book restig in my lap.
We spent the night in Portland at the worst hotel, the Eastland Park, imaginable which was in a very convenient part of town which is really any part of Portland which is very tightly organized like any good old fashioned port.
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