Eugene B. Eaton’s Lobster Pool at Blastow’s Cove, Little Deer Isle, Maine, recommended the “tomalley.”

I just now pulled a jacket out of my closet to wear to my friend Betsy Toland‘s memorial service, and tucked in the inside pocket was this: the order of worship for my friend “Big Charlie” Lord (1935-2016), whose service was held days before Trump won the election.

On the cover of the program are Charlie’s words, set down a decade earlier: “My faith affirms my prayer that one day we will find a path to reconciliation in this country, a day when every individual, regardless of economic class, race, gender or sexual orientation will be cherished and supported by every other individual.”

I think Betsy would wholeheartedly agree, and it reminds me how wise it is to hear and listen to our elders. Betsy has been a strong and valued guide to many, and, like Charlie, will be remembered long and well.

#climatestrike #adultsfailedagain

The 10-year-old’s falling-heart emoji ain’t too shabby, either.

Until tomorrow’s visit to the Doc: 600 MG Ibuprofen, plenty of water, some eucalyptus-y CBD stick, and home-steeped lavender oil. Symptoms, 2+ weeks after a mystery bug bite: fever, nausea, headache, chills, slight joint pain, mild vertigo, generalized lethargy. Feeling tolerably unwell, but second-guessing the choice of 12 Monkeys for bed-based entertainment while dinner cooks downstairs: bean soup, home-baked bread, and salad.

#basecamp