Bonjourno:
“ To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all”………………………………………………………………………………………..Oscar Wilde
“Moonlight through high branches, Is being nothing else…But moonlight through high branches”……………………………………………………..Fernando Pessoa
“ A stereotype is a stereotype for a reason”…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Stu B. on the next door Jamaicans indeed roasting Goat in the yard
“Hey! Get back indoors!
Whatever you were doing
could put an eye out”…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Haikus for Jews
Autumn has stalled in the mountains……after another startling heat wave (high 80s in September), there has been little foliage boom, but all the Green is getting a lot less Green…The Queen say it is looking like spoiling heads of broccoli……
And speaking of Autumnal changes…Brother Al of the Bunties has unearthed a pre-Bunty- Steaks and Chops photo taken at the legendary Blue Danube in Columbus in 1979….check out the PDF attachment to see the boys with lots of hair and erect posture………….
And, The shit has indeed reached the fan……the septic-shit man finally showed up this week and dug up the pipes …and…no go….no easy fix at this point…having to investigate other forms of leaching our precious stools….so we continue on our water minimization effort to avoid back-up (none yet)….since the water level has gone down some, I have reverted to quick showers and once a day flush….but The Queen of the Mount steadfastly continues to pee in a cup and bathe in The Pond…..is this life in the mountains?
Though…up side is…THE POND… remains in a state of grace from all the rain we’ve had…despite a failed pump and no water movement for a week, it has remained full and pristine clean, as evidenced in the pix of The Queen and The Circus Dog at float….The floating and plunging took place last Sunday after we spent four hours staining the deck in 90 degree heat, and then sprinted for the brown water immersion…
Have you ever noticed that no one works on Labor Day?….even people who are supposed to be working?…and is this an oxymoron?…….maybe it’s just a mountain thing…
Last weekend we had two quite contrasting Airbnb guests….after the Queen accepted two last minute reservations despite our shit storm state…the Saturday night woman showed up at 10 pm and left at 8 am- taking our conservation to heart and not using a drop of water or anything else….she is now the record holder for least impact for an overnight…then we had our Sunday night cute couple with dog, escaping Harvard move in day in Cambridge…who in 12 hours managed to utilize every room in the house (potential multiple sex acts??) and every recreational space on the property…..though they did not take showers out of deference to the shit show…may have left a bit on the musty side…
On Tuesday, I made the drive down to lovely Hartford to catch a flight to St. Louie for a few days of conferencing with the Casey peeps…..Ah….St. Louie in early September… the Cardinals, Bar-B-Que, historic rail station hotel…and HEAT….a cross between a humidor and schvitz bath….almost did not make the trip as majordomo Deer sprinted in front of me across crazy I-91 in Springfield ,Mass on my way to airport. I somehow jerked every which way around the big boy, but the guy in the Maserati who was passing on my left at about 100 mph smacked him sideways and then got clipped by four cars trying to stop or get around….this happened all around me, while I continued to chat with The Nave on the speaker phone…so right now, decidedly better on avoiding highway accidents than on shit flow…
And then there is the Jewish Fish Monger (Trademark ©)…who has begun an all-out assault on internet dating with a number of crazed outings in the last few weeks…apparently the action has picked up since he switched from Match.com to a new site called “Plenty of Fish”….I could not make this up……
After getting back from my travels quite late on Friday night, we made the trek down to Brattleboro yesterday to meet up with Ry, Lauren and the one and only Quinn -baby…..returning Olaf The Circus Dog to them after his stay at summer camp…..in our one week with him, Olaf totaled 1743 fetches of the lamb – chop squeeze toy, fourteen miles of scooting around the house standing on his back legs, 19 lost skirmishes with Grace the Cat and managed to gently bite six people in the ass…all while leaving adoring masses everywhere we took him….Lucy seems content to have reverted to being an only child…
And Brattleboro…well, let’s just say the 60s are alive and well in southern Vermont….a climate change march, an LBGQ (did I miss something?)bicycle rally, at least 65 patchouli -scented woman in caftans and paintings of stoned cows at every corner…in the spirit of the whole thing, we made a detour to the Hemporium on the way home to pick up a bit of medicinal oils…Brattleboro is a bit far-fetched even for Vermont…..
So…..overcast and quite cool Sunday morning….time to move on to weekly water dumping outside, and researching places to take our laundry…and it looks like a major nap day, before meeting up with the Java Baba royalty couple for dinner……………….so keep on shaking it………………………………..until we meet gain….
Papi (five weeks and counting)