Moving in the right direction

Can I tell you how happy this makes me??

Eco-fishing

Yes, you heard it here first, folks.

Frenchboro is putting itself on the map as the first place to try out Eco-fishing.

And the genius behind the inspiration? None other than Jay2!

It seems our boy will BUY the newly required sink rope. He will ATTACH it to his traps. 

And then, in a gutsy, in-your-face challenge to the other fishermen, he just pushes the traps overboard. With no way to fish them up. 

Eco-fishing.

'Course he'll have to wait for his traps to wash ashore in the next storm to get to them, and they'll be smashed to bits, and devoid of lobsters...BUT, he won't have to use any fuel- or even his boat- to pick them up.

The environment thanks you, Jay2.

And your government. I'm sure they'll be all over this idea.

And, it goes without saying, the whales. 

At Emmie and Chris' wedding in August, 2008

I sat across from these two yahoos at the wedding. There may or may not have been whining about the lack of wine available. I won't say which of the three of us was in such a snit over it.

And my knitting bag (Oh yeah, I did.) may or may not have been searched for a nip of Sambuca.

 And I quote, "You've got EVERYTHING ELSE in there". (everything but booze, apparently...)

I took this picture because I kept calling them the Bobsey Twins.

And here I just found out, nearly 7 months later, that they share the same birthday. Same year, even. 

Yikes.

Stick a fork in me, 'cause I'm done

Zee Budget...she eees done.

Final numbers...$163, 667.

I know. I want to puke, too.

Don't forget, those are my tax dollars, too.

We've set up a tuition reserve this year (or, you local yokels will set it up when you vote on it at the annual Town Meeting- June 1st this year) to help with sticker shock when tuition fees start rolling in.

I know, I have moments of greatness. Too bad they are few and far between.

Just think of all the awesomeness I could accomplish.

And then forget it. Because I have more moments of abject stupidity that long offset those of greatness. Such is the curse of being me.

Case in point: The lovely 'Legs', whose birthday is the end of this week, will NOT be seeing a knitted gift from her favorite Aunt.

Sorry, kid.

I'll catch up with ya soon, Nana-Promise.

Right now I am feeling an undeniable urge to curl up in my bed for a week, and suck my thumb.

And I'm just giving in to it.