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Friday, August 31, 2012
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Monday, August 27, 2012
|Whenever I was asked whether we had bears on the island I answered NO, as I have been told many times that the last bear had been seen a looong time ago.|
But when I got to the Golf Course Restaurant the other day I saw a poster warning that bear tracks had been seen on the golf course. Also, the girl behind the counter could tell that her neighbour had actually seen a female with cubs.
And if that isn’t enough, today we saw bear-poop with ingredients of berries along a quiet forest trail in the Roosevelt Park.
The question now would be, did the bear wander across the bridge, maybe hidden by dense fog? Or did he swim the Narrows from Lubec? In the latter case he must’ve been roaming through town as the narrowest parts between Canada and the U.S. is along the Lubec town area.
When Bea saw 2 thrown-away beer bottles she was quick to grab them and clanging them together as we walked along the trail. She has done that kind of bear-scare back in Alberta, where we really had a lot of bears around. She used an empty beer can back then, put a couple of pebbles in it and shook the can as we had our (not-so-quiet) walk.
Regardless which way the bear took to Campobello. He is an illegal alien. He has done an illegal border crossing. There is no way he could have over from Deer Island. It would be way too far to swim.
Thanks for coming back here again.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
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Thursday, August 23, 2012
Did you ever bake 600 cookies? Like just in a few days?
She baked cookies like there would be no tomorrow. It’s gonna feed a 100 or so people tonight. Tonight Campobello Sightseeing is the sponsor of a Summerkeys Concert at the Christian Congregational Church in Lubec, ME.
Of course, this guy hopes that there will be a few (cookies) left for hungry hubby.
Are concert visitors hungry? They always are in Lubec. During intermission stuff disappears from the table, like the morning dew under the rising sun.
Some of the cookies Bea made she has never made before. Daring!
But surprisingly they all turned out nice and yummy. Neighbours are helping too. What about real yummy Brushetta? It’s gonna be there or LInda’s apple cake? Yummy, Yummy!
While Bea made cookies I made posters. My printer used up 2 color cartridges to the tune of 35 bucks each.
And hipp hipp hurray - there are lots of cookies left. Guess we’ll gonna have a blast over the next month or so.
Now, don’t approach the cookie jars!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
|When I checked my passport this morning it looked like it was 25 years old, but at least the paper was kind of stiff if not really crisp.|
I stuck it into my shirt pocket and off I went. 4 people had announced their arrival south of the border at the boat ramp and needed transportation to Campobello. So at the U.S. customs I asked the officer that if he wondered about the sudden change in appearance of my passport it was the result of my wife washing my shirt with the passport inside the shirt pocket.
Likewise I had a similar conversation on the Canadian side. Matter of fact the customs lady laughed so her windows were vibrating.
After 5 more people had joined in on the sightseeing party, we spent most of this extraordinary beautiful day rolling from one viewpoint to the next. Amazingly, I again was invited for lunch to a restaurant. If we include the private invitation from a neighbour on Monday night, this was the third day for me not eating at home.
I’m getting used to it.
That’ll be all for tonight. I have to get my printer to work. We are out of brochures.
Thanks for stopping by!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
|When the phone rang I had expected to hear the voice of a bureaucrat from St. Stephen. Instead there was an older voice asking whether he could book a tour on our van. “Sure” I said, “meet you at the park. The older couple came in the last 3 minutes, got on the van and off we went on an island excursion. Turned out they were from Iowa, which is a State we rarely see people from in this part of the country. |
I had already guessed that they were farmers, but during the ongoing conversation I was enlightened that they had been teachers in East-Africa as well. So with other words, not the average Iowa farmer. I was prepared for the most.
And sure enough it also appeared that they had been traveling extensively through Europe with a VW-Bus, went all the way up to Norway and through Sweden.
But this farmer, Kevin was his name, had another surprise in store. They had already paid me my standard fee when he asked whether my wife and I would be so kind to be his guests for supper tonight. He intended to invite us out for dinner at one of our excellent local island restaurants.
I must have looked pretty perplexed, but finally stammered something about having to ask Bea first, which was absolutely not true. They left with a handshake and their hopes high to see us at 7pm at the restaurant.
Of course, Bea did not protest as she was suddenly facing a day without having to prepare dinner.
When it was time to leave we took the Convertible – it was such a lovely day.
Our hosts were awaiting us with longing eyes at the door step and we found a table in the corner. We all had fish or seafood and the conversation turned around a lot of funny stories, mostly originating in some agricultural setting, which was befitting for two couples who had both extensive experience in the art of producing food and getting into all kind of trouble.
Before the dinner was over Kevin served us an invitation to visit them in their home state IOWA. Their residence may be a bit out of our common route, but… who knows. All I know we might be in their driveway at one point.
When the waitress inquired about dessert we declined. Dessert was already scheduled to happen in our house with Bea’s home baked German-style plum-cake.
It became an evening where we poured over the map of IOWA with neighbouring States and talked about where we had been and where we would go.
They left after dark and headed for the campground. Tomorrow they will be leaving by way of ferry to discover the rest of the Maritimes.
But I have jumped over the beginning of our new acquaintance.
Kevin paid me with a 50-dollar bill and I had no change to give him. He looked into his purse once more and gave me an additional 10-dollar bill. Now I could give him 20 dollars back and we were quit.
That triggered Kevin to tell me the
Story of the two swords.
When Kevin was stationed in Africa as a teacher he once met two Massai-warriors. They both had swords they wanted to sell. Each sword’s price was 10 Shillings. Kevin bought one sword and paid the 10 Shillings to one of the warriors. But the other Massai warrior started to lament the fact that his sword had not been purchased and that he would have to go home without money. As the struggle between the two warriors became too much for Kevin he decided to also buy the other sword. But he did not have another 10 Shillings, so he took his 10 Shillings back and paid the two warriors with a 20 Shilling coin. As soon as he had handed over the money, the two warriors started to argue over it again. It appeared the reason for the fight was the question who would be allowed to carry the 20-Shilling coin. Again the struggle developed into a fight. In order to end this Kevin decided to give both swords back and take his 20 Shilling back as well. Immediately the fight was over and both warriors looked happy and together they went home.
Instead of doing something good Kevin had unknowingly contributed to a fight.
What I also did today
When I got home today Bea asked me whether I had read Al’s OOPS –story. I had not at the time so she continued to tell that she had had an ‘OOPS’ experience of her own. When she had washed my white short-sleeved shirt I use for the driving job, she had noticed that something fell out of the shirt pocket and into the water - my passport. Darn-darn-darn! Remember we got spanking new passports last year? Mine has turned into a floppy soft booklet where stamps have been erased into oblivion and laminated pages have been loosened from the covers.
Suspended from the cloth line – my poor passport
Indeed, my passport was hung suspended from the cloth line with flips of white kitchen paper used as pampers neatly stuck between the pages and held together with a clamp. What a sight. I could have cried my eyes out.
This evening the passport was still of the floppy kind and I decided to take action. After all, I would need it tomorrow. I ignored Bea’s suggestion to put into the baking oven. I had no desire to let it burn!
Instead, I removed Bea’s hairdryer from the closet and gently blew warm air over the many pages. It took out some humidity, but it stayed floppy.
Next step was the electric iron. I put it on LOW and started to carefully press every page. After going through the entire passport several time I cranked up the heat. That helped a bit and the pages were getting back their usual crispness. The main problem which remained unchanged was that somehow the cover had changed it’s size, meaning the pages behind were now sticking out all around the covers, which really doesn’t look good. However, I was happy to see that my mug shot hadn’t turned into the ugly face of some seagoing pirate and that key-data were still readable. With that intact, I sure hope I can make a legal border crossing tomorrow.
You have a great Day!
Friday, August 17, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Several days with fog makes PETER feeling down. Whenever I look out of the window (especially early in the morning) I look into a grey soup. The moist warm air from the south keeps coming up, hitting the cold waters of the Bay of Fundy, producing fog. And yet we are so fortunate that we are living on the west side of the island, away from the Bay of Fundy. Over there fog is much more prevailing than here.
Over the last years we never had so many days with fog. Guess we were spoiled.
But yesterday I made a discovery. What is black and ripe for picking?
Yahoo… the BLACKBERRIES!
Nope, I’m not talking about those ugly phones, but the very delicious soft and sweet berries with the UGLY SHARP thorns. Of course I had to run for a container and started picking.
Well, I was in shorts and short sleeves --- not good. A knights armor would have been more fitting. But then--- the reward was a great dessert – blackberries with a little bit of sugar and a dash of sour cream on top. Wow!
And the best of it all is that we have a GREAT harvest coming. In fact this years blackberries are plentiful as I have never seen it before.
AND THEN CAME THE RAIN
A big yellow blob was showing on the weather map. It was moving up from the south and it would hit Campobello in the afternoon.
And it did!
We discussed weather I should actually go down to the park to see whether sightseeing-interested customers would show up. On the off-chance that that was the case I was off with the van to the Roosevelt Park. When I got to my usual stop place I saw 2 figures sitting under the canopy just like they were waiting for the bus to pick them up. I got out and asked them whether they were actually tour-bound.
“Oh yes”, they were indeed expecting a tour. So I took them on. It was already raining and I knew it would get worse later during the afternoon. Nevertheless these folks were determined to enjoy themselves. Most we could see from our usual viewpoints was fog and rain. But I guess the stories I could tell build up their ability to imagine things and that was all they wanted.
At the Head Harbour Lightstation we experienced a driving rain which made every attempt to take pictures impossible. A sailboat out on the bay was fighting with the elements while the storm was beating up whitecaps around them. In spite of the inclement weather 5-6 vehicles were in the parking lot and people were getting ready to walk over to the lighthouse. It was low tide and over the next 4hrs people would have the opportunity to experience the old buildings on that rocky island.
However, we were heading back south and after a little loop through Welshpool I dropped my guests off at the visitor centre.
I was cold and wet when I got back into Bea’s kitchen and the first thing I needed was a steamin’ hot coffee and a few of her cookies.
Thanks for looking!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
You have all heard about it. Some food is considered downright unhealthy, while others is basking in goodwill. Are eggs healthy or do they increase our bad cholesterol? What about tomatoes? I’ve heard they are unhealthy. Sugared drinks? Naw..! Cheese? Whole milk? Cream? Butter? Coffee or tea?
We could continue this list for ever. Some people say meat is wrong, others know that our vegetables are all genetically modified and therefore dangerous.
Is there anything left we can eat without getting nightmares of it?
Like with many other things, I think the truth is simple and somewhere hidden in the middle. For my needs I prefer a varied diet, which contains moderate amounts of just about everything and a good deal more of what is mentioned above. I do prefer to eat at home contra in an unknown and therefore suspicious restaurant. The reason: I like to know what I shovel into my mouth.
I have searched a bit around on the internet and found this link. The article is written by a Norwegian. He is attacking some foods which most of us wouldn’t think contains anything unhealthy. Again, this needs to be read with caution. When the author talks about some vegetable oils being not good for you then that means you should not use it all the time. If you drink only diet-type soda then you should know that it ain’t good for you. But if you are visiting old auntie Sofie who’s offering you a diet 7-up because she is a diabetic, then for Pete’s sake you don’t have to refuse it. You won’t die of it.
I sure like to extinguish my thirst with the occasional beer. That doesn’t mean I’m an alcoholic. I never even drink 2 beers after each other, not even 2 on the same day.
But I think you understand what I’m trying to tell you. Don’t panic if you read the horror-picture-news in any health-guru magazine you have picked up at Wally-mart. In fact, you can save the money and buy yourself a healthy steak instead.
Thanks for stopping by and keep that good food coming!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
|This 1954 song almost became reality in 1969 when Neil Alden Armstrong became the first man to set foot upon the moon. Since that glorious day humans have strived continuously to learn more about outer space. A new milestone was reached when the Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter made a picture perfect landing on Mars sending an array of incredible pictures of a landscape that most of all resembles the Mohave Desert.|
It remains an open question whether mankind will ever be able to overcome the enormous distances to other planets in outer space. Since Mars has no livable atmosphere it is most unlikely that humans will ever spend extended periods of time on other planets.
So, unless regulations about population density will be put in place we will still see big cities growing like dangerous cancer cells. No chance that parts of earth’s population will be settling on Mars and the ladies will still have to dream about being flown to the moon.
Have a nice day on earth!