Greetings, Salutations, Bow-Downs:
“It all begins when we say “I”. Everything that follows is illusion” …………………………………………………………………………. Sawaki Kodo Roshi
“I will be the hero! These morons — when this is over, I will be the hero.”………………………………………………………………Rudy Giuliani
“What happened to our promised land? Lost trying to cross the Rio Grande” …………………………………………………………New Days Risin’- (2020)
……………………. You’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day….and it’s been a series of those days (thank you, Dicky Betts) here in the Greens……The grass is greenin’, the flowers are flowerin’, THE POND is emptyin’, The Queen is dirt movin’…. what a day for a day dream, what a day for a daydreamin’ boy……
Masks, Masks, Masks…. how many do you have in your car?…….Can’t go in the grocery here in the Greens or a Mart, without one……Mask Police at the door…. have you thanked them for their service?
Amazon in the Time of Corona- is better in the heartland…. ordered a two-day Prime delivery two weeks ago- took 12 days to arrive……can’t seem to find The Inn……you can’t always get what you want….
Bears and Brownies…. local King of Edibles, Master Jeb, left all his brownies in a cooler outside his trailer……and our resident local Bear found them…. he was discovered by an elderly neighbor two hours later lying face down in her yard with thirty-five empty bags of potato chips…
How about John Kasich……. you go Guv……….
Where are The Hasidim?…….with the state park they gather in closed …. they have taken up residence at the Rutland Holiday Inn…. a minion a day…
Third times a charm…after two recent aborted, ravenous treks to Rutland, to the fabled Ramuntos Pizza…which apparently closes randomly in Corona-land (you can only order and pay by phone and then open their barricaded front door and yell for them to bring the pizza) ….we scored last night….which resulted in our new favorite activity…..pickin’ up dinner to eat at the picnic table outside my closed chiropractors’ office….which surrounds Allen Pond, and has ducks for Lucy to chase around while we dine….
Goin up to the country, mama don’t you want to go…….Got stuck this week on moving mounds of dirt, plantin’ bells, continuing to beautify and organize rubber bands in the barn and garage space and regular Pond floatin’…so only managed one afternoon outing…..that meant a trip to Ernie’s Hand Carved for Brisket, Corned Beef and Pastrami…it’s not the city, but pretty righteous for the mountains….after cholesterol-laden cemetery lunch and very ominous thunder clouds, we started driving south to beat the storms and find a destination-dirt road before the skies opened…….found one south of Wallingford….and headed straight uphill for a scenic hike….skies opened after two miles…and we jogged, rolled, sloshed back to the car soaked to the gills, with Lucy looking like a large wet rat…..camera got soaked and died (later repaired), money got ruined, shoes are still dryin’ out five days later….and then driving home in the floods, tried to avoid Trump-ish driver in middle of the road, hit massive pothole, and blew out exhaust system….the proverbial wet blanket…..
Speaking of machines (were we?)-……the ancient tractor is down again…. after fixing the broken deck spring a few weeks ago, the cable (which I refused to buy proactively after we drove an hour a half to pick up a spring) has now busted……penny-wise…dollar foolish……. F___ Me!!!!!……another parts trip to Brandon this week
When we finally returned our soaked selves home, sounding like a Panzer tank, we were so chilled, Papi channeled Bubby and made Matzo Ball Soup (see pix), which seemed pretty weird when most of our flatlander friends were lamenting 100-degree heat……but…it’s the mountains ya know……
Closin’-schmozin’………if the skies don’t fall in, we are heading back to the heartland next weekend for a week to close on our sale of the beloved ancestral home……it has been quite a haul, so keep fingers crossed…..time to say goodbye to the family estate, home of The Country Jew, family graveyard….luckily have had months and months to come to grips with this, so ready as can be…..will get to see the grandkids, kids, make nice with our new house, maybe gather the Bunty boys for a distanced jam…..
Thus…sad to say, but likely off line for a few weeks……Don’t despair, you can watch the news instead…or maybe listen to reruns of Prairie Home Companion…
To tide you over, we have included some pictures of Papi ‘s proverbial Summer of Corona state……hair has not been cut since February and is hardly ever attended to, mostly wearing just a swim suit or just the tidies, Bud-shirt and flips…who needs to get dressed any more, anyway?????…….
Stay well, drop a line, pucker up, it’s all in the game……
Papi
