OOOOOkla--gunquit

This is where we stayed- The Scotch Hill Inn, in the Woodbury Room (Scroll down a bit and there are pictures) , third floor in a former attic and charming as hell. Right in the center of town and walkable to the shops, the restaurants, the gelato place, a mammoth candy store open till 11 pm, and yes, the bars! Oh yeah, the ocean and beach were a block over. Ogunquit is right over the Maine line, maybe 10 miles up- the coast is sandy here, doesn't get real rocky for a few more miles. It takes us an hour and a half to get door to door (going through NH is merely a brief formality) Look carefully at this first picture- thre is aheron right in the center.














Saturday night we went to a gay bar where they have a piano player on a huge white Steinway Liberache grand, who belts out show tunes- we found out that 'show tunes' are no longer Rogers and hammerstein but now Andrew Lloyd Webber - we are older than dirt, afterall. The medley from Andrew's musicals was going smashingly with the participants shoulder to shoulder and doing their routines with hand gestures and shoulder shakes and one even unbuttoning his shirt to
shimmy a bit. It was great- they were having such a good time. The piano player then moved into his patriotic series- 'It's
a Grand Old Flag' (and someone actually produced a flag that got passed from one to another), 'Star Spangled Banner', and about six more- I felt like I should stand at attention with my hat over my heart- but THEN it became apparent when they hit the line, 'above the fruited plain...' and all rose and bowed and postured and brought down the house. Very funny. 'And crown thy good, with BROTHERhood ...' got another round of whistles and applause. In short, it was so much fun that we planned on going back after dinner but were too tired by then since I demanded my gelato fix after dinner.

Ogunquit doesn't have the campy gay scene that Provincetown has- the town is really pretty well mixed with all types of people, but probably leaning more heavily on older and richer gays which eliminates the feather boa crowd - the town is a pretty expensive destination which cuts out the younger set. I'd love to spend more time there, so may look into a vacation rental for a bit next year. We'll see. I will ask my 'contact' to keep his ears open.

We had to pick Molly up from the kennel so were home before noon. now she's sleeping from staying up all night barking
(probably) for a couple of nights, and TY has gone to check on a golf thing. I am eating cookies that I left on the counter before I went away- someone has to do it.

And that was the story. and yes, I am still smitten by Tom Rush- going on 40 years now. Here he is back in 1964 and now. Sigh.




So, it's Monday and I am back in the saddle and have a grande planne for this frightful quilt under construction. The plan consisted of getting to a fabric store (first time in several years actually) to find some great big prints so off we went. I was able to find a few thibngs I think will work, but I am abandoning my plan to put the photographs in along the bottom. This is paritally because my dumb printer is loosing lines ever 1/4" now in spite of me cleaning the heads religiously, so I need a compensation method other than doing quilting lines over the skipped places! I am not that dumb, thank you. Anyway, here I go on Plan B, will let you know how it works. AND take pictures.