A Haven for Vee

Monday, August 31, 2020

Running Late

If I don't get crackin,' it'll be September and I have only one post for August. Unacceptable. I'm taking this opportunity to thank those bloggers who are blogging regularly and those of you who are blogging nearly every day deserve a gold star.


The most excitement I've had lately was heading to the coast to visit Abby a couple of weeks ago. She was given a last minute yelp and responded with a "sure." Amazing how quickly things can come together if everyone is willing. My sister Kim suggested the day, I agreed, and Abby did as well.

 It was great to see Abby again after all these months, eight to be exact. I was feeling so bad the last time I saw her that I felt as if it might be our final visit. Just keeping it real. This time, I was feeling ever so much better. God is good all the time, no matter how I'm feeling.

left to right: me, Kim, Abby

Abby gifted us with the masks. I wore mine because I wanted to eat and I wanted ice cream. ☺ I didn't want the extra drama of going rogue and making everyone nervous. I am almost to the place where I am not going to be wearing them anymore. I don't know why I have allowed myself to play the game in the first place. My sister, a nurse, told me from the beginning that masks wouldn't work. Now that that has been proven, I don't see the point of them anymore. I don't fault those who feel better wearing a mask, but already.oxygen. deprived.me feels better without one. Further, Sunday's news reveals the new CDC information rolled out quietly. I'm not here to connect dots so will leave it at that. I am not saying that covid isn't real, it is; I am saying that Ignorance made us all respond in excessive ways. We just didn't know. 

On our way home, we stopped by Kim's daughter's because how can one drive right by without a quick visit? 

Anneke tested out the sweet dress that Abby sent for her. It is so cute! Anneke really liked it. 

They live on a lake...wonderful spot to grow up. That's Pencil the cat. 

Here she is peeking in the window. In my world, that's an automatic win. 

Pencil likes to play fetch. Hopefully, blooger will allow me to upload a video proving it.

Enjoy this final day of August! I'm going to let you scoot. Comments are closed today...feeling lazy and tired of dealing with bad comments.

Monday, August 10, 2020

On the Carrabassett

  I don't know exactly when Laurel (my daughter) told me that she had lost her job. It was definitely after Christmas and the explanation was that I had enough on my plate without fretting over the loss of a job. Her company gave her a generous severance package so she wisely used the time to finish work on her degree. 

She graduated this spring with a Bachelor's degree in Operations Management. I am very proud of all her hard work through the years as she always worked full time while fitting in a half load of classes. She received the job loss as a gift, which it turned out to be in more ways than one: she was able to finish her classes without distractions and she left behind a toxic environment with lots of chemicals.

She hit the deck running looking for good employment. She found it in mid-spring. The only problem was that it is two hours north. This meant lots of of commuting time, about four hours a day total. Needless to say, that wasn't going to work long-term.

She closed on her second home a few weeks ago and, week before last, I was invited up to see her new digs or her half-time digs. She spends her working days there and her days off back at her custom-made home, which is just 30 minutes away from me. Those are the days I like best. ッ

Anyway, without further ado, here are some of the photos I took of the drive and her wee, adorable camp on the Carrabassett River. (It looks as if the Maine Cabin Masters could have been at work on her home away from home.)

Heading north...Love a Rock Wall 

Laurel did all the driving 
Looks like Maine to me

The front of the cabin faces the river

We found Charlie and Charlotte in the Loft

Laurel found a package waiting and set about to assemble her new grill while I sat watching from the porch and then went exploring a bit.

My corner on the porch

The River

The Guest House (No, I didn't stay there.)

An Outside Shower 😳

Lots of Christmas Trees...Laurel is getting rid of them; Adam already has his selected

Only Neighbors...what great quintessential New England architecture!

There are lots of flowers about...Laurel is not impressed with them as she has zero time for gardening
side view

all done

Goodness, blogging with Blooger has become a pain. All I wanted to say is that that's the kitchen above and below is the loft with Laurel and Charlie having a moment. (Not allowed at this moment to caption.)

It was lovely to see Laurel's new situation. I hope that she is not there for much longer than a couple of years. It's the end of the world...17 miles from a grocery store. But, it is just 15 minutes from her employment so that is a good thing. Long commutes are revolting.

Sweet yellow watering can...guess she's taking care of flowers after all

The cats have commutes these days, too. That isn't always going very well so Laurel has a plan for them that includes staying by themselves for her short work weeks and joining her wherever she is for long weeks.

There, there, Charlie. It will all be okay.

Thank you for reading. I don't think I can face another post the way this one behaved so it will be awhile until the powers that be get their act together. Take care!