Pictures from the 4th of July in the middle of nowhere Maine.  This little parade has become quite famous.  Nothing like a good tractor and some horses to make you really get into the spirit of things.   And back...

I woke up to the sound of Scott moving with purpose.  Usually if he’s just going to the bathroom I don’t even wake up.  But it’s a different sound when someone is being discreet, direct and diligent.  Whatever part of my brain is...

Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...