The chamber therapy, along with the pleasure of watching “Grey’s Anatomy” during the session, gives me ample time for deep, clear-headed thinking. I am surrounded each day by competent professionals who soothe and lessen my anxiety every moment I am in their care.
When large trucks travel down Main Street in Presque Isle, they currently must pass by 147 commercial or residential driveways, 25 street intersections, 12 crosswalks, nine stoplights, and one railroad crossing.
My husband and I recently re-watched a BBC production called “Blood of the Vikings.” No, it’s not the latest Stephen King horror movie, but a report of the archaeological and DNA search for traces of the Viking presence in England, Scotland and Ireland.
I thought I knew a lot about dogs until I adopted Dexter, our husky/shepherd mix last fall. One of the many lessons I learned was having your dog wear a seatbelt in the vehicle is a great idea! I did not know seatbelts for dogs even existed until our dog trainer, Tyler, suggested I purchase one.
So many members of my family and friends ask me the question, “What is it like to go into the hyperbaric chamber? Do you get nervous or are you claustrophobic?” These are expected and perfectly appropriate questions, my friends. And my answer is no. I do not allow my mind to go down that particular path because every session is vital toward healing.
As seems to be the case, many of our community’s early settlers were what I would refer to as “Renaissance men.”
According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, a “Renaissance man” is someone who is well educated and sophisticated and who has talent and knowledge in many different fields of study.
Do you have Welsh ancestry? Many who do haven’t tried to do much research in Welsh records.
The Welsh are a proud people, descendants of Celts. My own Welsh heritage stems from the Merrick/Meyrick line from the Isle of Anglesey, now Anglesey County. For about 20 years it was part of Gwynedd County, but after 1996 was reestablished as an independent county.
My friends, I must apologize to you for my long absence. I am in the midst of a journey like no other; one I did not choose, yet one that has changed my life in unimaginable ways. As for the lessons learned, they are far too numerous to categorize or list.
Twenty-one years ago, I was working in the woods, out of cell phone range and miles away from the closest television. It seems like a lifetime ago — I had just graduated from the University of Maine at Fort Kent, celebrated my 29th birthday and had never stepped foot in the Statehouse as an elected official.
It is now officially September and schools everywhere are back in session. It’s interesting to look at the history of schools in this community and how they differed from today.
