Ladies room


This was taken from within the sanctum; I’d never been in a ladies’ rooms stall with saloon-style swing doors before. The “katie-bar-the-door” closure was a bit awkward, but served well enough.

Our lunch at this place, the Shoreline Restaurant and Lobster Pound in Ogunquit, turned out to be really good. It was an odd, funky place, with strange acoustics where you could hear the conversations in the bar clearly, even though it was around the corner and in a different wing o the building. We listened to some guy with a strong Boston accent (think “Good Will Hunting”) tell jokes as we ate our lunch.
Via: Flickr Title: Ladies room By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 10 May ’08, 12.38pm CDT PST

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What Chowder Of Nourishment

We’re off on vacation soon, and part of the time we’ll be in Maine. I don’t know if I’ll make it to church on Pentecost: I’m hoping we’ll be somewhere that I can slip off for a little church lady fix and David finds someplace to hang out for an hour or so.

I started to laugh as I linked to this page, but the more I read this prayer over, the more I’m won over by its whimsy.

Although I’ll pass on the pine needles and new-mown hay in my chowder, thanks, the other things sound quite all right.

A Prayer for Maine
Thank you, God, for the state of Maine,
reaching ever for the first light of day.
As Thy people wake to eastern rays,
what chowder of nourishment dost Thou prepare for body and soul:
concocted so delectably of pine needles and potatoes, of herring and clams and lobsters in their rocky lairs, of blueberries and new-mown hay and a thousand lakes and little boats brave upon the deep.

Of such blessings did our fathers and mothers distill their rugged liberty: Grant us grace to win the same, along the country roads and on the fringed and tasseled coast of our wooded land; through Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.