This week I’m sharing some blog history, an early blog post, and comments on a new favorite restaurant.
10th ANNIVERSARY FOR JAUNTING JEAN!
On July 29, 2014, I published my first blog post from Maine. I signed up to purchase a domain name, jauntingjean.com, and set about learning WordPress. The Chief Penguin and I were ready to retire in August and then move to Florida in September. Trying my hand at a blog seemed like a timely project. In 2014, I published five posts, roughly one a month from July to December. In January 2015, nicely settled into our Florida life, I committed to publishing weekly. When we travel, I post almost every day.
This was the beginning of Jots & Jaunts. After ten years, I’m still at it and still enjoying the challenge and the discipline of this weekly mental exercise: organizing, writing, and then sharing my thoughts. To date, I have written and published 638 posts; this latest one makes 639!
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A PAST REFLECTION: A Room of One’s Own [a la Virginia Woolf]
Original post from Sept. 20, 2014, with additions July 28, 2024
It is now 2 weeks and a day since we arrived at our Florida place! And what a whirlwind! We unpacked and sorted, made two trips to Ikea, and delivered ten loads of kitchenware, linens, and books, etc. to Goodwill, continuing our downsizing from a large 4-story home to a spacious 2-level townhouse. And we thought we’d given a lot of books away on the west coast—and we had, hundreds of them.
Now I’ve had the pleasure of arranging our remaining books, quite a few, on the shelves. Deciding which books should be downstairs on the den shelves, which on the common shelves in the 2nd floor loft area and which ones in my, note that, my, study. I found old favorites like Cold Sassy Tree, thought-provoking and insightful books like Mary Catherine Bateson’s Composing a Life, and the perturbing but elegant memoir, An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison. As well as many books I have not yet read. Some of these get prime, front and center space on the shelves, to remind me of their presence and to nudge me to make the time to read them.
Almost as long as I can remember, I’ve had a desk of my own, from the time I was about seven or so, with drawers in which to secret away pens and papers and stuff. In our various houses, I’ve generally had some sort of space for my desk and a few shelves for favored books.
In Swarthmore, that desk was in a room my spouse and I shared, and each of us had a desk facing the window separated by a file cabinet. (We gave our then teenage son the larger other bedroom complete with fireplace.)
In the Bethlehem house, my spouse had a generously sized study (he had a very big job!), and I had the servant’s cubbyhole. It was connected to a bedroom, but had room enough for a desk, file cabinet and chair, with some handsome old-fashioned built-in cabinets and blessedly, a door. Tiny, but functional.
In San Francisco, the top floor was wide open space, and I claimed the smaller end of this room for its windows and its peephole view of the bay. The Chief Penguin had more space (he has more things), but less of a view. I think I won out on this one!
Here in Florida, I have a room that was a bedroom, now my study, all to myself. I have my working desk and computer, a desk chair, a tripartite bookcase seven shelves high on one wall, two file cabinets, and a very simple table-like desk with just a center drawer. This simple desk is where I write personal notes or work on my laptop. There is a window and a door and the whole thing is just heavenly! I truly have “a room of my own.” He says I can close the door and write a novel. I probably won’t do exactly that, but I will revel in the space, the quiet, and possibly be inspired to do more than just write this blog!
Ten years later, we’ve moved from Florida to North Carolina downsizing yet again. The Chief Penguin has generously ceded to me the second bedroom as my study while he has the cozy den. Here again, I have several sections of shelving, a comfortable place to sit, and my desk with computer and printer. There is also a large window.
While his space (his lair) is smaller, he too has a window, and both rooms have doors. They are on opposite sides of this light-filled apartment—offering an escape if togetherness becomes too much. All in all, it’s lovely, and from here I can blog on for years to come!
MID-COAST DINING
Carriage House Restaurant (East Boothbay)
The Carriage House combines rustic Maine charm with delicious food. There are picnic tables and an upper-level porch for outside dining. Inside is Maine cozy: blond wood tables in alcoves with folding doors that can divide what could be a cavernous main floor into semi-private dining.
Thanks to our friends, M and J, we’ve now dined here twice and consider it a new favorite. Three of us enjoyed the shrimp scampi at our first meal, while the Chief Penguin dove into the luscious, seared scallops. At a later visit. I tried the salmon piccata; it was a perfectly cooked piece of fish on a bed of risotto topped with sauteed spinach. The Chief Penguin sampled a cup of the haddock chowder and the pickled chicken wings appetizer. We also shared one of the best renditions of a grilled romaine salad we’ve ever had. Highly recommended so do make a reservation!
Note: Header photo of Maine rocks and interior photos ©JWFarrington (some rights reserved.)
