Buenos Dias:
“Clinging is to insist on being someone- Not to clinging is to be free to be no one” ………….Nagarjuna
“If you argue with reality, you lose- but only 100% of the time” …………………………………Byron Katie
“I love this week!!!!” …………………………………………………………………………………The Naven
Well, it’s been an interesting week- from the prairie heartland through the New York State Southern Tier lowdown boogie, then back to The Mount…………. Back on the project horse…. chasing The Queens’ elusive dream……. and making ready for the annual Bunty (not British) invasion to The Greens….…….
In the interest of domestic harmony (i.e.- better get back to massive Honeydew list we have been, under TQ direction, for fifth straight day) ……. I had better resort to the minimalist Zen Blog for today ………..
Thus…… her are the week’s BIG, BIG TEN…………
- Spent our last Sunday in the heartland dog days performing our second live set, at Brother Mitch’s house…in the metropolis of Tipp City…… Where my granddaughters got to see Papi do his rock star thing for the first time……… A beautiful Sunday afternoon filled with music and friendship …ended with a traditional family performance of Will the Circle Be Unbroken……. which I got to sing with my daughter son in law and granddaughters in our own mini circle circle……… With our late brother, Lloydie, leading us from above……
- On Monday, we finally got the butt –crack- plumber to show up at our house, albeit four hours late…………………………. And tell us we needed $800 of the esoteric pipe repair (for safety, no less!) …… All of which had nothing to do with our broken hot water heater………which miraculously sell repaired upon the butt- crack arrival………………………how does that always happen?……… So, we had hot water for our last 24 hours before flying the coop…….
- Monday night, we had a visitation from my FANATIC great nephew….in Columbus for the major league soccer All-Star game………. and making time for his old uncle and auntie……. went out for a massive plate of Venezuelan delights…. origin unknown ……. Since most of our supply is in Vermont, we had pre- dinner moonshine cocktails…. you gotta go with what you got, no?……
- Tuesday, we made the 12-hour drive……. Easing from the prairie, to the hills, to the verdant Green Adirondack valleys………and finally to her majesty’s Greens by late night………. A fine trafficless travel day with Lucy and the two cats roaming around the car for the length of the journey………. and a magnificent last minute stop at the Country View diner drive thru window in Troy, for our homecoming meal…. consumed as we turned north into the Brave Little State
- Returning home, to the initial dark nights’ disappointment of scaffolding and ladders still gracing the house………… But next day…. clear evidence that the Assistant Dumpmaster …… And the Wayward Carpenter had both spent time finishing up our Beserkley punch list for the house project……………………………… Waking the next day, we were impressed to find the last of the house painting done, the roof/ceiling repaired, lights fixed, mortar applied………… All of which would seem to indicate project closure……. but…… Foreshadowing here….
- That does not account for the massive running list of repair, retool and preparation that our own, private Obersturmführer had in mind and in store………… So the week has been filled with punch lists, hacking, whacking, pruning, relocating, revisioning…… And generally playing the part of a Gulag work crew in Siberia, circa 1946…… But who’s complaining?
- Have I mentioned the birds?…………………. When we returned in May, we appeared to have a bird’s nest in our front entryway, nestled above our fake security camera………… which, The Queen promptly indicated was off limits …. for any form the disruption……………………… Thus the house painting project involved the cleaning, scraping and painting around said bird and her new family……………………………………… We continue to provide public housing for the little mother’s and her third round of babies……………………. which remain untouchable, and provide a steady flow of bird shit on our otherwise pristine front house paint presentation………………… But who’s complaining?
- Yesterday, I was able to escape the Gulag, armed by TQ with a Master shopping list, that had me driving back and forth thru Rutland Town for hours on end……. Searching for all forms of esoterica in the mountains………………. With moderate success……………… The highlight being arriving at Walmart for curbside pickup only to find out that pickup was available at the local Wal-Mart back in Ohio………………………. This required immediate intervention at Ramuntos for the two slice lunch special ……. Before tackling the problem………. We have recently discovered the lowbrow Price Chopper which seems to want our business a great deal more than the indifferent and showey Hannaford down the road………… We now much more happily shop with the food stamp people……… And without airs…
- On Friday night…. after years of the urging, nudging and persuasion…………………. I attended my first Belmont monthly Boyz-Nite dinner………………………… an affair involving the town’s crustiest, cantankerous old men bluebloods……………I was assured by proper place as invading flatlander…… All of this at the estate of a local transplanted- hot flash -New York lawyer, from Manse on a hill overlooking the Morass of what was once lovely Star Lake……………………… The menu of lasagna, Caesar salad and brownies somehow required a contribution of $11.00 per person……… The total haul around $220, by my calculation………… Which pays for a lot of lasagna………… I’m trying to decide which of: The Retired. Erudite Postman, The Yale Professor Whose Family Has Lived Here for 200 years …or… the towns authorized and celebrated Vietnam Vet Who Rules the Suppers at Odd Fellows Hall……………………… provided the most comic relief…………… Which was badly needed…………………………. The Queen insists I need to find my posse here at our Ville…………………… But frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn……
- And finally today is arrival day, as my band mates of almost a half century began to arrive from points south and west……………………………… And prepare for the annual Vermont magical mystery tour………………………………… now…. I must go see my commander in chief………… for today’s’ assignments
The game is afoot……………………………… And long live The Queen………….
It’s all possible………..Ferlin’
