North Norway

NORTH NORWAY — There are no ants in my pants – yet - but I had quite a few at breakfast, making a run for it on the table. It seems one of our daily papers was loaded with the tiny things. Dell went out and inspected the porch where our papers are thrown but found no evidence so we conclude that the ants came to be hiding in the paper from some other place where they are kept until delivery. I am paranoid now and feel the things crawling all over me.

We continue to be a wildlife habitat. The doe is still around but Dell thinks she has her fawn hidden nearby. He doesn’t tell me when she is under the feeder for fear I will go flying out on my broomstick and whack her one. She has eaten the lavender and nibbled here and there but the worst damage was done on her first excursion.

 The other morning there was a huge snapping turtle out in the drive looking for a place to deposit her eggs. She worked her way to the place below us and Dell went out looking later but couldn’t find where she had dug a nest. I told him to lead her to the horseshoe pit as that would be an ideal spot.

 Pat and Charlie said they saw some turtles doing the same thing when they went up to recycle their goodies the other day so guess it is that time of year. Afraid the mortality is great as foxes, skunks and the like search for those turtle eggs and then we run over the little ones when they hatch out before they reach the water.

Kara and Six arrived and are visiting at Deven and Judi’s. Six settled right in and took the dogs in stride, immediately handing out their toys to them and was very sociable. He is one active bundle of energy. Pat and Charlie went to Grisland Farm on Tuesday to enjoy the Peony festival. Jon Verrill took his father, Charlie out to supper for Father’s Day. They all went to Ocean Pearl as the ladies were included.

Brenda Perham has gone back to work, part time to begin with. Baby Luke goes to daycare and he adjusted better than Brenda did, I hear. Frank Perham had some New Hampshire rock hounds at the museum yesterday. Quite a few people are learning about it and coming to see Frank’s collection.

Joan and Phelps Poland are going to have a welcome visit from their daughter Joanna, accompanied by her children and dog. It will be a busy time, I imagine, with lots of fun.

We went to the AARP luncheon on Monday. Mary, Pat and Charlie, Dell and I all sat at the same table. The lunch was delicious as usual and best of all, I did not have to cook. Linda Hooker from the sheriff’s office told us all about the latest scams.

 She emphasized that if someone calls and tells you your grandson, relative or friend is incarcerated in another country and needs bail money or any other tale, do not believe it until you have checked it out. If you send money you will lose it. You can call the sheriff’s office and they have the connections to find out if it is true or not, and it usually isn’t anything but a way to scam you out of your hard earned savings.

 The Triad picnic will be in Fryeburg as usual on June 29. Free picnic lunch cooked by the sheriff and helpers. AARP will have a table there, manned by Beverly Brown and a yet to be named helper. Shouldn’t that be womaned instead of manned? Unless a man volunteers to help and then I give up. Don’t know what the terminology should be. Linda also gave out whistles which work under water!

 I’ll believe that when I get back to the pool and can try it for myself. She advised us to wear the whistle in the shower or tub as if we needed help we might not be heard but the whistle would attract attention. If I am lying there with a fractured hip or something perhaps I wouldn’t care but cannot imagine calling attention to my naked self except under extreme duress.

 Actually it would be nice to wear the whistle at all times as you could scare away robbers or call if you are in distress outside somewhere.

You know you are over the hill when you know the way but just don’t feel like going.