up in the downeast

Really, it was sychronicity. We had already planned to go up to Orono to visit Francie's mother. Then she had surgery on Monday (more details when the pathology report comes back), and wasn't discharged until yesterday, so we were there to stay with her on her first night back at her apartment. Not exactly what we'd planned, but life is never exactly as you plan, and we got to be useful.

Front-page article in yesterday's paper was how global warming was making northern Maine more like northern Massachusetts (i.e. where I'm sitting right now), and how they could expect to see japonica mosquitoes, dog ticks and deer ticks (with concomitant danger to the moose population), opposums, and tufted titmice (cutest of all winter birds).

And in today's paper is an article about a William Wegman art opening at a Turnpike rest stop.



Each panel is 5' square, but then it's about 20' off the floor, in the atrium.