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Barometric in Boylston

Adventuring, traveling and writing have all been light lately due to inclement weather conditions.

Last Sunday (September 7), we were on the verge of signing up for a bargain-priced, charming little sublet sit out the rest of September outside Burlington, Maine, close to the Canadian border and far from just about every other reference point on earth.

And then we checked the weather report.

A year of record tropical storms and hurricanes is just no time for two barometrically-sensitive people to be on the East Coast.

We are both highly sensitive to changes in barometric pressure. I’ve had several doctors mention they see this pattern commonly in people who have gone through a severe medical crisis, but no one has offered a more specific explanation of why we are so affected by the weather or what the specific biological method of action might be. In erratic weather we both get migraines, I lose my blood pressure (really; Neil can hardly find my pulse and I spend a lot of time lying down with my legs elevated), my sleep patterns disrupt, I’m hard to wake up in the morning, and we are both (unsurprisingly) lethargic and a little dopey. To top it all off, in big storms I feel like a stampeding cow, and it is all I can do not to bolt.

Thus New England at the height of storm season hasn’t been working out so well.

We re-thought the sublet, changed the plan, and decided it was time to give up on the North East, head back to Richmond to pick up our fall suitcase standing by in storage, and then high-tail it to the deserts of the South West to dry out, warm up, sit tight, and get a little paperwork and maintenance done.

We stayed in Bangor, Maine on Sunday night to rest up and work out our route back. (While we may often change and rarely stick to plans, we like to make provisional plans anyway.)

Monday we drove South through Portland and Ogunquit, Maine, and fell in love with both. We are looking forward to a proper tour of Maine outside of storm season, possibly early next spring, and Portland and Ogunquit will be at the top of our lists. We also have a date for tea set with a Maine writer I really admire!

We went all the way back to Nashua, New Hampshire, to take up the offer of a free night’s stay we received from the hotel where our air conditioning broke. We were put in a renovated room in a renovated wing…and the air conditioner didn’t work all night. All I will say is that I appreciate the good intentions behind the offer, but I doubt even the make-your-own-waffles breakfast bar will tempt us back for a third visit.

Tuesday it was pouring rain, and while we were keen to leave Nashua we didn’t like the driving conditions, so we drove across the state line down to West Boylston, Massachusetts, where we had found a great deal on a hotel room at the Classic Inns and Suites.

We only planned to stay Tuesday night and then resume the drive to Richmond, but my sleep is such a mess and my blood pressure so low in the mornings that Neil can’t wake me up in time to check out (which we both find pretty funny) so we have now extended our stay twice. We are hoping to check out tomorrow (weather willing). We shall see.

(I considered titling this piece “Bloodless in Boylston” but thought it might leave the impression that we were being treated with leeches, or as Neil suggested, staging a coup.)

We haven’t been up for much sightseeing here at all, but we’ve eaten some lovely meals, and caught up a lot of rest.

We’re working on a good way to embed maps in the blog. In the meantime, you can check out our Maine-New Hampshire-Massachusetts route to see how little we’ve driven this week!

My only regrets about the North East so far are that we got so close to the Maritimes without getting Neil up to see them, and that we have some dear friends around here that I’ve just been too exhausted to visit.

All of which means we’ll just have to come back, and time our next visit much better!

Our next adventure: checking out of the hotel tomorrow.

Can we do it? Keep your fingers crossed that the third time’s a charm.

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