I am in Maine seeing J. I missed the first flight Friday morning so I spent a long day waiting at O'Hare for the second flight. Luckily I got on the next one at 1pm or I'd have to wait standby on the next one at 4pm. When I landed I was tired and grumpy, after only sleeping for two hours because I hung out with C the night before.

It's beautiful here. So often I've wished I had my camera with me. It's more like New England than any other part. Delapidated barns, changing leaves, seagulls, amber skies; very picturesque. So often I've considered moving to such a place to settle down but I think I'd go nuts here. It's far too remote, I need more activity to keep me sane.
It's spooky too, so much of New England is. A lot of it seems abandoned or shut down. Lots of dark woods and at this time of year it's creepy.

We've been to Kennebunkport, Freeport, York, and are staying in Eliot. The house we're in is beautiful, very nicely decorated and homey. I think the owner spends most of her time decorating.
Freeport is a surreal place. Everyone there looks like they stepped out of an LL Bean catalog. The town is full of clothing stores and expensive shops and everyone is wearing tasteful, modest camping and outdoor clothes. Most of the people in Maine are older; middle aged and seniors because all the younger people move out to live somewhere with more excitement but it's perfect for older people. It's a very calm, sedate place. As long as you have a good fire and a lot of winter clothes it's not so bad. Nothing is open past nine here.

I finally got a winter coat. If I didn't get one in the next day or so I'd be miserable. It's a pretty good one too, it should keep me warm for most of the winter. It's good to have a nice jacket again.