…RESEARCH & A Visit
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of bibliography, I will fear no journal, for thou art learning, thy laptop and thy highlighter they comfort me.
Although I take comfort that I can still try to laugh at what I am going through right now…truly I am not laughing. I know many have struggled through working full-time and managing other aspects of life. This is not fun. The grad school reading and writing is overwhelming my limited free-time…I am forcing myself to step away for a few minutes to write this post… if only I could finish the book I started at the end of August…it’s wonderful.
Hubster is picking up the slack in the cleaning and cooking category which is usual for him during the school year… but trust me, he’s a regular Cinderfella right now.
We did spend last weekend in Maine (a trip we planned last June) with his sister’s family and had dinner with his brother. It was a lovely visit where we ate, “touristed”, and just spent time with family. If you don’t follow me on Instagram, here are a few of the highlights (minus the 9-hour delay in arrival in Maine due to storms and an empty lot where our Hertz rental car was supposed to be parked).
Hubster’s sister lives in Kittery, Maine which is just a stone’s throw and across a river away from Portsmouth, NH…lovely town…hadn’t been there in years.
Getting ready to sail out in the Portsmouth Harbor…we were exhausted from only 3 hours sleep.
Hubster with his sister, brother-in-law, and niece. The ship behind them was unloading mountains of road salt…we could be in for a snowy winter.
Out on the water…was it cold, you ask?
This is the old US Navy prison, known as “The Castle”, legend has it Humphrey Bogart’s lisp was caused when got into a scuffle with a prisoner who was attempting to escape. The fight left HB with a busted lip which never healed properly. Also, not so famous, Hubster’s grandfather was a guard at this prison, he was so well-liked by the prisoners, he was recognized by the high in command and later went on to become Chief of Police in Dover, NH.
The three siblings…in age order youngest to oldest (L-R). Hubster has been trying to convince his niece for years that he is the youngest of these three.
Hubster, after a fried seafood meal with his nephew and niece.
On Sunday morning we went to brunch at the lovely Wentworth by the Sea. Gastronomically speaking, Hubster and I were still recovering from FSO (fried seafood overload), but the grounds, hotel, and view were spectacular. Next time I take in this brunch I will fast for three days prior because the food selections were amazing: seafood (not fried), meats, omelets, pastries, charcuterie, and so on.
Since I titled this post: Prayers… please extend a few for Hubster’s family…the details are not mine to share, but they could use some good vibes from upon high.