Happy Father’s day to all:
Wanted to say a special FD shout out to my Pops followers:….Phil…. Bruce…Les….Omelio….Jeff G…….Howard…Joel…David B……Bud….Doug….Bill P…..RCD…….Eddie…Ed….Berms….Nate….Paul…Jim B……Mitch…Mike M…John M…….and Yumi…..
And….to my special young sons of various types- relatively new in fatherhood:…Ry….Jake….and Jesse…….
And….a very special shout out to THE Nave…who had been a second father to my kids, for more years than I can count, and through thick and thin….
“This morning it rained. This afternoon is sunny. How is that not like the mind?”………………………………………………………………Mathew Kewley
“ History doesn’t repeat itself….but it rhymes”……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Erroneously attributed to Mark Twain
“My love language is about affirmation….and it is a language you do not speak fluently”………………………………………………..Jennifer Burrows (to you know who, for you know what)
Well it it’s a rainy Sunday FD morning…..and this father had a big day yesterday, late night…and The Queen of MH is making him a breakfast…so I may (may is the operative word) keep this short and go take a nap (FD privilege). Had a four am e-mail this morning with FD greetings from the prodigal-somewhere high in The Andes…and waiting to have portal activity with the others….
Been a weird week in the Greens…alternating between a very, very late spring….and a very ,very early fall….cold and rainy going down to high 30s some nights…and up to near 80 some days….keeps us hopping…
The Jamaicans next door are far into the roofing and siding beautification project, which has had an interesting assortment of colorful folk here through the week…we’ve had the Full Monty Jamaican clan….a leftover group of Mexican itinerant laborers camped out in the primitive shack setting all week (I assume they snuck trough the dam unguarded Canadian border)…and a dozen (at times) Vermont Woodchuck contractor types milling around drinking beer and occasionally tapping a nail somewhere….the whole project is the talk of the town….
We The North…hooray for the Canadian Raptors…..Trudeaux for President….
And…who the hell would want to shoot big Papi?…….
The Jewish Fish monger is trying to charm us into going down to a greater Boston Jewish enclave in few weeks to catch the first ever “Yidstock” Festival…this is Real……..oy …
Hit the road this week for an overnight to steamy Baltimore….lucky enough to catch a flight out of Albany…which means the beatific drive down route 7 through the Greens…though two hours , it seems like no drive at all, surrounded by the pastoral beauty…plus….. leads to a stop at the Greek Diner classic in Troy for a fresh ham sandwich (why is there no “fresh ham “ in the Midwest?)….have always wanted to try and walk around the entire Harbor area in Baltimore.. and it was the perfect night for a five mile stroll before the requisite fish dinner….I am certain there are more people of color(a lot of colors!) in circling the Harbor than in the State of Vermont…..maybe we need a Harbor here?……
Our roads supervisor, the Bowbee, stopped by this week. When he thought I was the only one here, he was going to turn his truck around and leave…but then he spotted Jenn on the mower….and settled in for the periodic Greasing of the Bowbee…he had a list of things to go over with The Queen (don’t ask)…but really wanted to know what was up with the Jamaicans…not that anyone rally cares…
After a long week of travel, rain, POND activities, basketball and more rain…Saturday dawned bright and sunny…after the weekly required trip to see the Dumpmaster, we took off for a day log adventure….driving up to the north central part of the state for the 10th annual Podocks (not Podunk) Music Fest in trendy and hippiified Bristol, and the 35th anniversary retrospective at the wonderful Alden and Mary Bryant Gallery in Jeffersonian. The day took us flush down the middle of the Greens in all their early summer splendor, with a host of sweeping vistas of the rolling hills, farmland and mountains beyond. Caught lunch at the newly trending General Store in quaint Jericho Center, found a couple of dirt roads for Lucy walks, stumbled onto a secret observatory in Hinesburg (two wooden shacks on a hillside)…..eventually making our way north of Stowe to the gallery, which welcomed Lucy the Art Dog with open arms. Took the long way back down, over the magnificent Smugglers Notch and through summer-quiet Stowe, back to Bristol for the delightful street fair…with the hip Burlington undertone vibe….. Had the requisite street food, Creamees and listened to the latest of a long line of Phish wannabee bands (though quite , quite good). A perfect Saturday afternoon in the Greens…except for getting lost coming back, and missing the festival by being four hours early the first time around….so…..mountain perfect, maybe?
And that, I think….. is all I got…until there is more….which may eerily happen next Sunday…….who knew…..
Best of the Best, Papi
