Rock and gem show at the armory.

 The Idyllic scene of the buildings across the river with boaters on the glassy Kennebec.

 Some high school kids practicing for the butting heads game of football this autumn.

 Rocks and gemstones at the show.

 more loose gems and high prices into the bargain.

 a lot of exhibitors made their own jewelry, but this man seems to be a retailer and not a craftsman.

My favorite view of the Kennebec from the rail trail.  It was very calm and the water was like a mirror.

Most people do laundry on Monday – at least that is what the poem says.  We have Saturday to do laundry because most of the people in this building are still coat 6.30am I have the laundry room all to myself.  Well, that is, almost all to myself.  This morning I discovered that an Orb weaver and his cousins have moved in as well.  Why not?  It is warm in there and you must be prepared to take care of yourself in the coming cold months.  Not like the Orb Weaver who took up residence at our other apartment between the screen and the window.  How bright is that?  No bugs can come in through the screen so you literally starve to death along with getting your spinnerets frozen when the temperature drops.  I watched this brave little spider try to make a nest but it got knocked down each time the door opened so I guess he needs lessons in where to build a nest that will not be disturbed.

After breakfast we went to the rock, Gem and Mineral show at the Armory.  This was a really big show and the most popular item they had for sale was Maine Tourmaline.  It is a pretty stone but it costs an arm and a leg to buy one.  One booth was selling crystal skulls – Now there’s an item one cannot do without!  A lady standing next to me bought two of them – she has about 4 more on her mantel she said and she is looking for someone who can come to her house and read her skulls.  I wonder just how many metaphysical practitioners we have in the community who profess to tell what the skulls have to say to or for their owners.  I think you’d get more sense out of the 3 dimensional fabric skull I fashioned for Sara to wear on her hand when she did Shakespeare’s “Alas! Poor Yorik! I knew him well.”

We went out to eat for lunch and then went and looked up some members, but no one was home.  It is Saturday and the long weekend and most people are out playing.