Escape to Maine~ The Odyssey Expands Part 3~
Escape to Maine~ The Odyssey Expands... Part 3
Now, onto the next chapter in the odyssey. Getting closer to artwork stuff...I promise!
When the trailers arrived, the boss (see below) inspected them from top to bottom. The "boss" is my granddaughter who
I was raising for the foreseeable future. She was the very good reason not much work of any kind got done.
The plan is for her to go back to live with her parents in Illinois in the near future.
Until then, she has been so much fun. Many paintings of her are planned and I hope to share her wonderfulness with the world.
In this pic, she is a year and a half old. Now she is nearing 3 and LOVES Maine.

After the external inspection, we opened the trailer to find it was the half filled
trailer that was mostly studio stuff. My easel, the press, flat files, etc. I was really eager to load the barn
and the weather held for the few days we had to unload.

After wrestling everything off the truck (trying not to let it fly down the
icy ramp and crash into oblivion), especially the press on wheels, we found water damage.
There had been a hole in the roof of the trailer and unbeknownst to me, my son had
packed my best books and flat files right under it. Not his problem, but when the
trailers had to sit for several weeks due to "covid", ice built up and melted and built up
and...dripped. This was January so by the time it got to me, the floor of the trailer
was frozen along with my boxes of books. The previous melting and dripping
damaged my father's desk, several drawings, many drawing papers, and about $800 worth of art books.
The company had insurance, but was only able to offer about $400 for the damage and
I was lucky to get that.
All part of the adventure!







For everyone who read the blog last time, I intimated that there were three things I may never get used to.
1. Cold toilet seats. The one in my house in particular. I'm not talking "cold"....I'm talking CRYO COLD...it shoots right up through you! Chills the skin to a nice frosty temp, and if it removed layers of fat...it wouldn't be so bad....but truth be told, the fat helps. If you didn't really need to go, the pee would shoot back up into your bladder and never want to come out. However, knowing this...you put it off until you can't stand it anymore and at least you can go...but what a price to pay...
2. The cold water coming out of the tap is THE coldest I have experienced coming out of a tap. Even at the height of summer...which isn't always bad.
3. Cold bras....man oh man...I'm surprised my bras aren't sporting holes where my nipples are!
I am behind on my scheduled blog posts due to a really good reason. While working on the barn,
a 2" x 8" x 16' board came down faster than anticipated and caught my finger against the drill I was holding
and tore the top half of my finger off from behind the nail. It was still attached at the tip, and with 7 stitches, it seems to have recovered
pretty well now. It did make typing difficult for a couple weeks.
I also "lost" my little inspector. Her mommy and daddy got to a place where they could take her back to raise her. Her aunt, Nora, went with, and took the dog as well! Hard to get used to the quiet, but I'm trying. First time in 31 years, I have NO children of any kind to take care of.

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