The Promise of a New Day

(Above: Carriage House Antiques is offering super values on their inventory in its final days. Behind the discounts and the fabulous finds, a story that shows how we all can face adversity in life's most challenging moments.)


Greetings, Blog Friends.

In my travels around the beautiful Western Maine area, I was shocked to see a home boarded up last Winter. Behind the new boards that covered its windows and doors, I could see the charred activity that only fire can bring. The sight took my breathe away for a moment and my eyes started to well up with tears.

The home belonged to Myat and Steve. Their store Carriage House Antiques is, and was, a landmark in Naples for many years. I had only visited the store a couple of times, as my style of decor is more "classic" than "global." The store located a stone's throw away from their home was untouched by the fire and, thankfully, Myat & Steve, were living in Arizona (their winter retreat & gift to themselves for a year of hard work of serving the summer and fall crowds that descend on the Lakes Region).

One thing that I always admired about Myat, who is originally from the country of Burma (no folks---that is not in the central part of Alabama---like I recently informed one friend), is how diligent she kept her store and business grounds. I'd see her open on dismal rainy days when the chance visit by any tourists seemed dismally improbable. She would sweep her front stoop with pride and water her beautiful plants so that her shoppers would be delighted before even entering her store front.

I made a point to stop by a couple of months ago to "pay my respects" to them both. While I believe that insurance is a form of safeguard during times like these, I had all I could to hold back tears as I expressed to them how sorry I was for the loss of their home. My emotion came from knowing the love, sweat, and tears one puts into building a home on top of running a busy business. As an innkeeper, I offered my rooms to them gladly. It could never replace the hole in their hearts but it was one way that I could let them know they had friends nearby to give some comfort during this distress. They thanked me kindly and I went back to the inn with a re-newed gratitude for my own business.

A few weeks later, Myat was at the inn's front door. She looked a little tired but let me know that the volunteer fire department here in Naples was to burn the remains of her home down to clear the lot. She asked me  if I wanted any of the flowers around the property for the grounds here at the inn. Imagine...her home gone and yet she had the generosity to include my business and all my future guests of the inn in her thoughts as she healed from her loss. It opened my heart so to see this demonstration of kindness.

You know, many times in life we luck out. We can sense where our next step is to be. We have the luxury of tidying up the present and moving forward with a strategic plan for our "new life ahead." When you are the victim of fire, the time to consider & weigh your options is gone. The decision must be made then and there. You are forced to move forward and if you don't have a plan in place, grasping into the void of the your desired life choices is like a Yankee Swap during the holidays. Here trust and knowing your heart are two tools that are indispensable.

This is the state we exist in when life changes in the span of a minute. If you have ever experienced that type of shake-up in your own life, you must give yourself a pat on the back at every chance. You had a choice in its aftermath to "lay down and die" or "stand tall" and be valiant. If you are reading this, you have survived and no matter how many lessons you learned, and still learn, from the upheaval, you should be proud. I have no question in my mind that Myat and Steve will be greater than ever in their days ahead. With Myat's eye for merchandising such intriguing & delicious finds (I only now appreciate how amazing her store is!) and Steve's support and "laid back" West Coast approach to "just being happy no matter what," this couple will be surely missed when they leave Naples.

If you are in the Naples area in the new couple of weeks, please make it a point to stop by and see Carriage House Antiques (a few doors down from Lake Region High School). Myat has everything on sale--and in the array of merchandise, you will find many things that will bring a smile to your heart. As one customer I spoke to best said last week: "I come in here all the time. ..Not the same old stuff you'd find at WalMart, huh?" I nodded. And, like the store's owners with their resolve to move forward despite the tragedy they recently experienced, I must whole-heartedly agree.

Carriage House Antiques, Route 302, Naples, Maine Tel: 207-693-4844. Saturday & Sunday 10am-4pm. RARE FINDS FROM AFAR!

Simplicity Starts with a Single Step

(While Sebastian the Dog sniffs the shoreline in nearby Brownfield, I snap a photo of this amazing mountain in the distance. Speaking metaphorically, it represents a place where all your aspirations come to be.  Take one step closer....I dare you....)
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Greetings, Blog Friends.

After an April of the usual gray days of rain, May is ushered in with the brilliant sunshine this morning. The waters of Long Lake sparkle and bask in its warmth; so, too, do the residents of this Western Maine town.

I have kept quite busy over the Winter months tending to the inn and my personal life. The Inn at Long Lake re-opens on May 6th and the year ahead is considered (even after almost 10 years of being here) a "year that dreams may come to be." The time has been fraught with challenges, for sure. At one point I had no water for almost 5 days due to a plumbing mishap. At another, I had no heat for 2 days. While these situations would never have happened when the inn had guests, it prompted a certain type of simple living that many have experienced during a power outage.

During the water situation I was resourceful enough (after moaning about the dirty dishes piling in the sink) to find water late one evening when all the local stores were closed. Spying mountains of pristine snow outside, I filled up many large pans with snow from my backyard, heated them on the gas stove) and washed my dishes as in a simpler time of yesteryear. The switch down to this survivalist perspective was an interesting exercise. It met stopping to calm down the emotional content of what was happening and to transform my thoughts into a "how to" productivity.

Back in New Orleans, I was one of the 40,000 individuals that auditioned for the wonderful show "Survivor." They were accepting their "cast" for the 2nd Season (in Australia). Beyond the fame and experience that can come with being on a reality TV show (still a concept fairly new in the year 2000), I had to pay some thought to intentionally placing myself in a scenario of "no frills" living. After all, I am a creature of habit like many of us are. It makes you really think about how priveleged we are by sheer comparison. Things like a refrigerator nearby to get snacks, or a CD player within arms reach to hear your favorite song, or not having a cell phone close to you to share a conversation with a friend only begins to touch upon that survival experience.

I never did make the cut for "Survivor: Australia" but was able to have my own television series later in my life. As if intention prompted a cosmic reaction from the Universe itself, I was able to live to see the temporary depletion of many of life's usual comforts. These were experiences that ended up being gifts in hindsight. They inspired me to travel around the Western Maine area as if to push away the conveniences on which I depend and to get down to "brass tacks and buttons" of a daily thought in my mind. Nature is a great gift and for the careful watcher and listener, many of the answers to questions in our own lives can be seen or heard in simply being with it. Nature does not make you feel "smaller." Personally, being with it, it makes me feel "part of." To access that pool of experience is, indeed, something that many overlook in the completion of the their own well-being.

Today is another day and with endless places to explore outside my door, I am excited about what today's "class" will bring. It is a choice to "be still." It is another to "listen and accept." I hope that your day, wherever you might be, you will the choice to do these a a place that inspires clarity, too.

Keith A. Neubert
Innkeeper, The Inn at Long Lake

A Lesson from Nature....



It's funny how sometimes when you are driving, you see something and your "just have to stop." In this case, I heard something the other day. It was a roar of racing water in a river in Bridgton (which is one town away from Naples and The Inn at Long Lake).

The great gift of amazing scenic views in the Western Maine area really needs to be experienced. It is interesting what your mind can contemplate when you are in such natural beauty. Your pulse slows down, you notice the simple things (like leaves or how trees grow or how a bird gets his dinner).

With the strength of this river that washes through our small towns, I offer you a lyric from Singer-Songwriter Julia Fordham. May it remind you today about "letting go."

Yes, you can just relax and let everything takes its course.

RIVER by Julia Fordham

Hey you, pushing the river

With the world there on your shoulders

Don't you remember a single thing

The good book told you?

Hey you, treading the water

WIth your dipping out of the clouds

Sinking down, down, down, down

Waving to the old crowd

An they send these things to try us

And try us they do!

DON'T PUSH THE RIVER

Don't push the river

Don't push the river

Let it carry you......

Over the endless troubles, over the trying times

These are the words of wisdom from a reckless mind.

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Local Images taken by Your Innkeeper

This Winter I have closed the inn until the end of March (or so). I've been painting, working on new window treatments, and working on the never-ending office work to wrap up last year (2012) and prepare for the new lodging season ahead.

Today, I am up early to do some inn improvement projects and thought I would put up some images of the area that my dog, Sebastian, and I have seen  over the last couple of months.

Hope you enjoy them. Stay warm wherever you are!

Keith

Here is an image of the storm at the beginning of the month. 36" of snow fell that weekend!

Here is a postcard I made from an image taken looking down onto Long Lake of the Naples Village:



Here is an image of the finished Naples Causeway overlooking Long Lake (Naples, Maine). Didn't they do an amazing job?! Come see it in person some time soon!



Just Some Helpful Hints...

(A seldom-seen backside view of The Inn at Long Lake. "Hey, great job at Jenny Craig, Inn!")

Last evening New England braced itself for another blast of Winter snow. Having seen the movie "Misery" only once, I tend to stay off the roads when reports of this type of weather surface. After one season on television in 2005-06, I am not missing any chances for "Dancing with the Stars" in Season 53! (Tom Bergeron used to live in Haverhill, Massachusetts--the town next door to where I lived in New Hampshire, by the by.)

I rarely watch television and it seems like in New England 90% off the news on days like that are the same "watch out for the weather coming to your door" over and over (intermingling struggling senior citizen in a snow bank, happy children building an army of snowmen to conquer the Mylie Cyrus empire, commentary from happy and unhappy citizens on the street wet up to their shins from slush-complicated walking).  Let's cut to the chase. No one summed things up better than Megan Mullahy as Karen Walker on Will & Grace: "Grab a bottle, hunker down, and pray for daylight." Even the gin-filled inspire me to adhere to my "at-the-ready" New England roots.

One notice of dust on my stove burner controls ended up being a cleaning session that I actually enjoyed. Those of us who take pride in our homes and kitchens have a certain fondness for keeping things "tidy." Sanitation is important. Reputation is clearly "king."
My O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) does not include such strangeness as alphabetizing my spices or stocking my pantry according to geographic area of origin, but I have this thing about dust. It's not the dust---it's knowing its there and a wipe stands between it existing and creating havoc on my reputation---and its disappearing for, at least, the time being. (Note: A long finger-streak down a dust-covered surface will send me back to the therapist--unless, of course, the host/ess you are visiting takes a bathroom break, and then a hankerchief and some saliva will eradicate all potential for an awful visit.)

Scouring pads are amazing. How are these made and why do lasers exist for cosmetic surgery? The only downside to them is remembering endless nights when I first started in restaurants, scrubbing fish-scaled casserole dishes (gotta love us New Englanders and our Ye Olde Haddock Delights!) until my hands looked like I co-starred in The Little Mermaid. Scouring pads (and you can be a fan of S.O.S. or Brillo, doesn't matter---it's good to be a "liberal foodie"....) get almost everything up, especially grease. To see that shine in my kitchen re-materialize returns the bravado of "I rule this kitchen" once again. That bravado, incidentally, is how Charo's hair extensions stay in place, I can surmise.

I noticed in my laundry room (yes, I tend to travel inside on these snow-forecasted evenings) a clothes iron that had "gunk" on its underside---probably from ironing my T-shirt with the "Keep on Truckin'" decal, or a grilled cheese sandwich experiment go awry.
*FLASH OF INSPIRATION* Would my scouring pad return my clothes iron to its usefulness? A quick dash (with maybe a happy skip from the inspiration) to the kitchen later and a 30-second scrubbing proved to be "Eureka!" (Mr. Iron is proudly back on his shelf dissing the Spray n' Wash and beaming with lustrous ego again.) Long story short: Watch what you iron and scouring pads can clean (most) metal surfaces effectively.

Microwave ovens (now smaller than console television sets these days) can get so "blech." Those of you with children, or men in the house, know that butter exploding in this appliance is one of those "go ahead to Christmas dinner without me" moments. Well, I am not one who appreciate a parent (Dad or Mom) missing turkey and stuffing, so....Fill a glass measuring cup with  water and a heavy splash of white vinegar. Heat it in the microwave for 4 minutes and the sauna steam will loosen all your stuck-on memories of "Why did you do this to me?!" away. Carefully remove the mixing cup and pour down the vinegar water down your sink's disposal. The loosened food will come off with a quick wipe!

So, Winter nights are really not that bad after all. It may be entertaining a group of lovely friends, or enjoying a nail-biting episode of RuPaul's Drag Race, but it is rewarding to as Escoffier himself once beseeched us to remember when he said "Mise en place!" ("Everything in its place") And, that refers to everything in the kitchen, don't you think? ;-)

And...16 hours later, the fluffy snow from the Winter sky cascades softly on the inn and Long Lake outside my office window. I think an afternoon nap after all that cleaning is my "foodie reward" this afternoon.

Have a wonderful day to you all!

Keith

The Promise that Lies within Peace & Now....

"Welcome back!"

I say this as much to myself as I do to you out in cyberspace who bless me with your time and attention to my writing about life as an Innkeeper in Western Maine. My last posting was a surprisingly over 7 months ago. To the lovely people who have supported me with their show of support of this blog since that time, writing "Thank You" would never be adequate.

It is now 2013 and the old calendar and days of last year are put away and gone. Their lessons, if we have allowed, have made us better people. Those days---those stories of each happiness, each challenge, and our triumphs and losses, have made (or are still making) us each more complete in ourselves. Did I do everything as perfect as a detailed hotelier might? Heck, NO! Did I try my best? Bet your Banana Bread, I did!

When I look ahead at the year to come, a blotter on my desk indicates many fresh, clean white spaces of dates. All squares waiting for notes, comments, and appointments to adorn them. Perhaps some creative idea will come to mind when chatting on the phone, or sparked by a newspaper article (I haven't watched TV in over a year so life is nice and quiet these days.) This  calendar that seems newly-born at this time will be a scrapbook of the year when the year has reached its end. I will refer back to it as  I prepare for next year. New annivesaries or responsibilities may become routine in the future. Nonetheless, time runs on. We can lose its potential, or use its potential, granted in every moment.

And, so....7 months pf choices have transpired since this "Flour Bin Philosopher" wrote any other than a grocery list. I think about why I write this blog in the first place. You see,.....for me, a place of peace exists in the very place of baking. While being the steward of this massive home can sometimes be a little more than "challenging" for me with its myriad of details, baking and cooking become the place where I retreat to a state of nirvana. Surrounded by the absolute beauty of Western Maine's Lakes & Mountains, putting myself in that state becomes like a habit of meditation. It is a place of challenge for me. And...the results? Well, they came be spiritually relaxing and deliciously yummy! When you are in a state of peace, clarity & creativity dance together.Chaos becomes the foreign presence...and not the daily norm played to a din in your fast-paced existence.

I love the simple line in the movie "Nanny McPhee" when she says to the Bride-to-be two words to calm her: "Deep breathes." Really, what she is saying is find that place that brings peace to the fore. It may be a song, a hobby, a physical movement. Go there and you will find more than peace---if cooking is your place, recipes will be coming to you in the coolest ways---a friend might need you to assist in planning a splashy party in the near future---you might even be asked to teach someone one of your specialities. When you speak up for change in yourself, you have the power and privelege of being able to transform the lives around you in such amazing ways. If this is new to you, start simple. A kind, warm hello to YOURSELF in the mirror is an excellent place to come alive!

For the year ahead, I will share my story with you as 2013 leaves its days into the past. Some hold glory and magic. Some days, it will be about the stubbling toe-hurting lessons of " another guy trying to get through life." I retain the right to flavor with bit of "strangely-Keith humor" and to sift liberally with truth borne from new experiences. And...without fail, I promise as few calories as possible along the way.

I, again, thank you for walking beside me during this journey. See you soon.

Keith A. Neubert
Innkeeper-Chef

Novel Ideas about Author and former Guest C.F. Dunn

My inn blog readers may have read of author Claire Dunn and her visit to Maine to research a novel she was preparing to write. Two guests, Dan and Karollynn Johnson, from (oddly) Johnson City, Tennessee presented me with that novel, MORTAL FIRE" upon check-in last week after reading my inn blog and Inn 's Facebook page.


Their reviews: "Tortuous," "A skillfully crafted story," "An ending that pulls everything together wonderfully."  This gift is one that I will enjoy as I had the pleasure of the author's acquaintance during her stay at The Inn at Long Lake.


 For a riveting read, Mortal Fire is truly your way to being "Dunn In" this Summer!