Fall in Maine

Sweet Christ, it's cold. 45 when I got in my car this morning, maybe a few degrees warmer in the bathroom when I turned the shower off. The goal is not to turn the heat on until November 15. I'll be proud to make it to October 1. I raked leaves yesterday for the first time at the new house, and my back is paying for it today. Bring on the snow shovels.

Before the cold set in, we had Kim and Matt up for a trip to LL Bean, a Sox game at Dewey's, our first dinner at J's, and drinks with Colleen at Brian Boru. We're trying to sell them on Portland, and may have made some progress.

The previous weekend was our last at Cobbosseecontee, one we spent lounging on the porch and in the water before bringing in the dock and rafts and boats on a rainy Sunday morning. Hope we can get up there three times every summer.

Before that, it was Nick and Heather's wedding in Boulder. A gorgeous venue for a classy affair, and a song list summit to boot. We went the dangerous bachelor-party-the-night-before-the-wedding route, which made the mile-high wedding day frisbee all the more exhausting, but we may have introduced "the paperwork carrot" (which perhaps I'll explain in this space one day) into the local lexicon, so the weekend will be remembered fondly.

I'm getting pretty sick of American League baseball. I'd turn my attention to the NL, but watching the Phillies sweep the Mets again wouldn't be much better. Is another Red Sox-Y*****s ALCS around the corner? I'll take the paperwork carrot.