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Learning To Walk Again After Running, Racing Through Life.

The habit of walking is easier when you live in a state the 4th lowest in crime.

Safe areas, lots of space, less traffic.That is Maine.
Working Close, Dedicated, Dependable, That’s Maine.

And when you walk to places in a small Maine town, you feel a greater sense of the community. Part of a neat area of lower population but more connected, tighter knit. You are depended on by the others lucky enough to live in that small unique Maine town who return the favor. Makes the small Maine town great.

In a city, the hassle of having a car is trumped by using mass transit.

Quicker, cheaper, no parking hassles. No one steals your ride and you’re better off to be without a car. Than paying to protect it, park it. Keep track of the car in an area where room to use it is always precious, tedious, time consuming.

Because most of Maine is towns, and the small size variety, walking to the movie theatre, a place to eat, the library, health care facility or shopping for whatever is easy. Everything is nearby, pretty darn handy. Less people, no crowds, zip for delays. Because folks don’t have to be herded like cattle. Traffic lights are not the norm, not needed either for crowd control,

Often the Maine walk on a summer evening has built in delays.

Stops to talk, chat with folks you know on an open Maine porch in a small town.

People walk for the fresh air, to not be confined in a small space. That experience is prison. For the slower, leisurely under your own horsepower better health of the stroll, we walk. On a woods trail in Maine you see wildlife, hear birds, notice flowers in season. Awareness happens. Clarity’s volume knob gets a big twist. Leaves budding in spring. The sound of the summer breeze or light rain in the summer on those leaves. That protect you, along with rain gear, something warm for layers. To experience the smells of fresh rain, the clean sparkle of a shower. See puddles pinged, hear rivers rat a tat pelted like on a tin roof of percussion. For a low whispering snare drum low rumble sound to add to your routine walk. To round out the life experience.

When you walk with a friend, you study the Maine surroundings less, instead focus on active listening.

Or sharing something inside that gets discussed, brought out in the open. Remembered, considered as you sometimes reshape your thoughts. You forget you are walking when talking, conversing. Until you meet someone else after the same healthy Maine walk. And exchange hellos, or smiles. Or reach down to pet the dog that makes you wonder. Who is actually walking who?

You don’t think of walking your cat but walking your dog in Maine, friendly haunts, where to do it. Ever thought of taking your horse on vacation in Maine? Needs a reservation but done all the time. Trail rides on horse at Acadia National Park gives your steed a work out.

Or you could take a carriage ride around the park’s 50 mile trail system with neat stone bridges, waterfront vista, varied terrain. But not the same calorie burning, toning up, stretching those legs that becomes routine, a healthy addiction. Anything instead of camping out on the Maine couch. Killing time, wasting daylight. Learn more about Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 28, 2013
Merry Christmas From The Me In Maine Blog

Packing, Racking, Stacking Maine Christmas Trees.

Here’s hoping your Christmas is bright, personal, family close and memorable.

Passing on those traditions. Remembering loved ones departed but not forgotten. Christmas is a time of reflection, inner searching, greater awareness of what is important in your life.
Which One Do You Want In Your Living Room?

For some in the kitchen creating pans of fudge, squares, candy, cookies, coconut balls, mocha cakes, fruit breads made with love goodies.

Delivering them to be enjoyed by many that look forward yearly to the sampling. For many making Christmas happen in places where none would without them. Taking a card from a Christmas tree of a young child and shopping for them to make Christmas possible. Only knowing it’s a boy, eight or a girl fourteen to go on for the present. But it all shows someone cared, knows the true meaning of the Spirit of Christmas.

Ringing the Salvation Army Kettle drive bell.

Wishing shoppers Merry Christmas and watching a child excited about depositing money. For others. It is all about others less fortunate. Caroling to shut ins. Visiting hospitals, nursing homes. Preparing meals at a local Elks club to disabled vets, the homeless. To make sure everyone feels the magic of Christmas. Feels the joyous spirit of the season beyond the commercialization. The pretty paper and bows and ho ho ho’s. Maybe giving blood, reading Christmas stories at the local library in front of a crackling, dancing flame fireplace.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas. Some egg nog, peanut brittle and frosted sugar cookies in shapes of the season trees, bells, reindeer. Only you know what makes it special, so near and dear for you. Cherished and enjoyable. Maybe it’s oyster, lobster stew, crab dip, steamed shrimp or lasagna on Christmas Eve. Family feasts, gift exchanging. Office parties. Maybe a cocktail, hot toddy festive drink someone stops in for around the holidays. Decorating with twinkling colored lights out front your home. Cousins sliding, building snow forts, digging tunnels. Pond hockey, bon fires and skating parties.

Church candle light church services with sanctuaries filled with the sight and smells of greenery.

Pine boughs, child choirs, angels, night filled starry skies guiding the way to the place of a special child’s birth.

Christmas is hope, faith, peace. Reruns of Rudolph, Home Alone, Charlie Brown Christmas.

Bing Crosby, other standards, favorite Christmas songs, hymns, carols. It is Santa and 8 sets of hoof prints, the overloaded sleigh on the roof top. The hand kid written letters, cookies and milk. Carrots, apples too left for the round guy in red velvet, white fur, the belly laugh, pink cheeks, black boots. Merry Christmas from Maine faithful blog readers.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 24, 2013
Darker Than The Inside Of A Maine Cow. MOOOooooo.

Maine is just plain dark.

Not the sinister, evil, somber, elusive kind of darkness. We’re talking the total, pitch black that happens in Maine. We lack the condition of light pollution. That a giant population catches. And all the other sins that a city, urban area contract for a disease without a cure. That causes heavy traffic, the high priced cost of living in the land of over regulations, crime.

Too many people. Chrome, glass, plastic man made over development unravels, robs. Wrings out and squeezes to death the natural flavor of a special unspoiled, unexploited place like Maine.

Less is more and one of the first things noticed by the new to Maine explorer, traveler are the stars.

Look up, and not just see they are here and there out there. But every where. Brilliant, 1000 watts each. Every one twinkle, twinkles. These are the best kind to make wishes on, to see, feel them come true.

You don’t just see the few brightest stars overhead in Maine.

The velvet backdrop of a night time sky is salt and peppered. With every where you crank your head radiance. It hits you deeply. Like the sensation after scaling Maine’s Mt Katahdin. Enjoying a summer lake side full moon reflection. Add in a breeze, shimmering water lapping against the shoreline sound. Or being camped out by a Maine lighthouse in winter. Shooting images, capturing wearing hand knit wool mittens. Or a slew of other natural settings where Maine’s collection shines brightest of all the states. All natural, unfiltered, pure. Maine. Nothing man made about it. Acadia National Park in Downeast Maine made the top ten for best conditions for dark skies for star gazing.

Have you been to Acadia in Maine, ever witnessed a sunrise or sunset up on Cadillac Mountain? Learn more about this neat jewel of Maine, the Acadia National Park experience.

Natural Lighting, Nothing Man Made About It.
And from here you start to realize one by one other things missing from healthy living. Like being vitamin, nutrient deficient. As Stevie crooned about back in 1973, living just enough for the city.

Country living opens up, unlocks the other avenues for greater enjoyment in life. Someone left the lights on is more than about being wasteful, light pollution is harmful to animals. Disturbs the natural night and day patterns. Affects your natural sleep balance, messes with your inner clock.

Maine, sometimes it is best if we don’t leave the light on for you.

Light pollution intrudes on natural low or no light natural settings that make Maine precious, unique. Come see Orion’s Belt, Polaris, Pleiades, the two Dippers and all the other eight grade science class outdoor night exercise on the star formations. That in a city you in time forget are out there. Stop looking for, enjoying them as a constant. Come bathe, bask day or night in our natural lighting in Maine. Wish upon a star you can see, enjoy in Maine.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 21, 2013
Your Life Destination (Dialing In Clicking Sound) Is Maine. Why Vacationland?

Why you live where you do is not always because it is your preference for surroundings.

Destination Maine. It’s Living Outdoors, Small Town Friendly, Families.
If eight out of ten people live in urban areas, it is often due to the abundance of jobs. Pulling down a bigger paycheck. But spending more money the downside of the higher cost of living. Employment is a nice daily habit if you don’t grow your own food, heat with fuel from your wood lot. If you are not living off grid and totally self sufficient.

But Maine as a destination with a handful of cities and over 108 small unique communities could mean bring that city job with you.

If Maine won the coin toss of your next move, relocation, consider telecommuting to Vacationland.

Why do people move to Maine, retire, relocate and make the trip up here in the right hand corner?

Less people, more space, no bad towns with gangs to avoid. Bag the traffic too. No time in our too short life on Earth for killing time like that. But there is more than what we don’t have in the natural unspoiled space.

The local people in Maine are honest, hardworking, friendly, family and community minded. Step up, pitch in.
Maine Moonlight, Far Away Lonesome Train Whistle, Simple Living. Priceless.
It is all about others and there is a strong connection.

Obvious to anyone who lives here. Ditto to those from outside the town limits that pick up the signal right off the bat. Pot luck supper special and all home grown, highly creative, memorable. Because everyone in the small Maine town has a role, steps up and year after year makes it happen. They know their role, they assume the position.

And the locals live like preparing for a recession, a set back braced for around the next corner too.

Saving for that rainy day. More self reliant, garden variety jack of all trades happening. Mainers not worrying themselves sick because we are all in it together. And practice living in Maine gentile poverty. Making frugal living in Maine an art form.

If you are looking for a neat place to raise your family, where the village pitches in from the side for support. If you like not living in head over heels debt. Replacing it with no or low cost recreational four season healthier options. If you want to step up and pitch in and do your part in a small Maine community. Do we have a small town experience ready, waiting for you when the time is right.

Maine, the way life should be. Used to be pretty much all across the land. But not so easy to find any more.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 17, 2013
The Sound Of Maine Winter Snowfall, Hear It?

Storms In Life Happen. Mainer’s Are Prepared For Them. Whatever Happens.

The sound of snowfall in Maine.

Not the nor’easter howling winds while the white stuff piles up, blows, swirls around kind. Or the old window sashes singing in unison in a rickety, weathered, hill top Maine farm house.

That makes that rising variable pitch, blade of grass between your thumbs as a kid kazoo type sound. When winter gusts wander pretty much wherever they want through the structure.

The curtains acting like they do with a strong summer breeze building. When the leaves in the trees add crowd applause whipping “haaaaah” sounds. Just before the bloated, dark water clouds gusher usher in the heavy rain snare drum chorus. Of a thunderstorm on a Maine cottage, cap, barn metal roof Or a lake, river, pond surface pelting. But now we’re talking performing an old man winter opus this time with a different use of the wind.

The soft, low sound when you are outside that new Maine snow falling, accumulating makes.

Falling snow heard on your parka hood, ski pants, jacket sleeves around you. When you are shoveling a walk way, garage door out. The murmur, rustle of Maine winter snow added to, causing the muffled, muted sound cars passing by produce. Deadening, softening everything to the point without looking out a window when inside, you know it has or is snowing.

Insulated with the white blank that absorbs other sounds, changes acoustics. Generates a few new ones in a Maine winter. The crunch of compacting snow under vehicle tires, winter boots walking.
Strain, Gain, Filter, Squeeze Lots From Simple Maine Grateful Simple Living.
Scraping, chiseling opaque, cloudy windshield sharp sounds as crystalized ice is like diamond hard. Before the vehicle defroster heats up and softens what’s under the off duty, hibernating wiper blades.

Maybe the sound of flakes falling in Maine is more noticeable because you can smell the snow before it gets here, while you move it to a better place than your driveway. here it.

Before it happens to snow. Something to do with the barometric pressure. Or colder temperatures changing the season backdrop.

Like walking in the Maine fall woods where dampness, a little decay gets added to Jack Frost’s fireworks second bloom color wheel experience.

Maybe it’s the less people in Maine that makes, allows awareness of what’s going on around us to happen.

To crank up the volume several notches all four seasons. The lack of Maine traffic, no round the clock sirens signalling crimes are being committed. Someones heading for three hots and a cot at the crowbar hotel. Or multiple ER bound crash carts are en route to the nearest city hospital.

Maine, pick a season, don’t need a real reason to head to Vacationland. Try not to stay away so long. No reason to punish yourself that way. Visit the place with the unspoiled natural space.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 15, 2013
The Two Maine Men Shared The Same Birthday.

My Dad was a Leo and a friend’s father was too.

Wearing the pointed hat with the too tight elastic that hurts your neck.
To get ice cream, their favorite kind of cake the same calendar day each year. When the older Leo loses their mate there is a different kind of loneliness that enters the room. Because Leo’s are leaders, creative but need that validation a little more than your average bear.

They know they are capable, have a healthy supply of ego but also in one corner a big box of unwrapped insecurity.

That’s where the help mate really comes in. The one that “gets them” and goes a little above and beyond making him feel good about himself. Done home made private between the pair, not gathered out in the public at large. The mate can not be tearing, stripping them down and trying to change them for the partnership to last or be healthy.

Under other sky signs, maybe the attention or “attah boys” out in public for a job well done could be sufficient. Leo’s seem driven to go above and beyond. And during the day to day don’t relish the sunshine of attention of folks praising them along the way. When folks do, they feel a little uncomfortable. Because they are midstream, had a good idea being put into action and no time now for smoozing. And sometimes a little suspect of if the smoozer “doth praise too much” and is not so true blue sincere.

Maybe because of an agenda of what they are after obvious. Possibly because the Leo has just entered the (Twilight Zone / Rod Serling music theme up and under Jimmy please) “spin zone.” (Hit the ending maracas suspensive cymbal crash.) Another dimension of the human condition. Or in Dad’s case an alcoholic father and brother growing up added to the puzzle Mom nurtured to unlock, discover the pieces. The effects anyone that has one or two in the household can appreciate. Recover from as they venture out and try not to make the same mistakes in their own family bear’s den.

So what about you? Do you study the stars?

Do you like the smell of a freshly delivered paper, unwrapped, opened up, uncreased? To start your day holding, reading the black and white sheets of low grade newsprint with a cup of Joe? Do you scan your horoscope, study it and other sign paragraphs, guidance snippets from the stars? Before hopping in the shower, making your bed, deciding on a wardrobe. Getting all spiffed up in the mirror with the same guy or gal you meet each morning at the exact same time.

Some mornings noticing after the brushing the ivories, shaving, combing your hair your red eyes match your dress die of the day? When something heavy is going on behind the scenes to process, adjust to, get ready for to help out anyway you can? When a friend reminds you that instead of all of us thinking about dying someday way way down the road around some far, don’t worry about it corner along the pathway. That suddenly the target date becomes more defined as a little less vague or out there in the mist. Handier when talked in months, maybe a few years.

All the sobering talk causes all around you to grow up, mature, ripen a few notches quickly.

To come up to speed on the all important notion that life if to be lived to its fullest each day. In the here and now. Not behind you. Not raced through with having dessert promised someday on the other end. It may be later than you think.

And what are you going to do about it within the capacity of the role you play to make it better for those around you, which ultimately shapes your own experience. It is all about others. Making their life better knowing you live like you are dying. Chances are we all will someday right? Where is your focus, approach to it all today? Living today as if it is your last and with greater appreciation?

I am glad I live in a small Maine town. I am a personal fan of Vacationland.

I’m Maine REALTOR Andrew Mooers, ME Broker
207.532.6573
info@mooersrealty.com

December 13, 2013