Friday to Sunday Night
Out of all the days I picked to put my gardens in, Friday was worst. There was an ozone alert and it was hot. Its like fishin I suppose. Everything is like fishing. The best time to do it is when you can so.... I did it. I stopped at Target and bought new underwear and socks and then, Agway for my seeds and plants.
When I started turning over the dirt in my vegetableless garden, I found a patch of cilantro that had seeded itself from last fall. I love fresh cilantro and I am excited to know that I will have some soon. The dirt seemed really dry for this time of year and there weren't many worms. I dug a little, took a break, mowed a little, took a break, planted a little, took a break, dug some more, took a break, ran the weed whacker, took a break, took a break, showered and went out. I saw a good band from Boston called "Sucka Brown."
Saturday morning I took my time before I hit the road to Burlington. I finally got out of here at 1:00. Five minutes into my trip, I turned around and came back. I was worried I forgot to unplug my antique coffee maker. I am a space cadet with this kinda stuff and I don't trust myself. The coffee maker was unplugged..... better safe than homeless.
It was an awesome drive because nearly every route I chose posed a problem and put me on roads I've hardly driven.
The exit off of the Northway to Fort Ann was backed up so, I decided to go the other way. When I got off the exit to go the other way, the road was closed because of a bad accident. I asked the nice fireman how to get to Crown Point and he pointed me up the road. I almost ran over his bottle of gatorade.
I was on my way to go the other-other way. This was a way I had never been. When I found the other road that cut over to Crown Point, I also saw a sign that said "Elizabethtown 12 miles. This meant that I was closer to the ferry than the bridge at Crown Point. Here we go...... Now I am going the other-other-other way. This was nice way too because it put me on a drive through a pine forest that smelled really good.
I saw the sign for the Essex ferry and then I saw another detour sign. This detour was because of train derailment. No friendly firemen here, just overweight DOT guys who looked all pissed off to be working on a holiday weekend. I made it to the essex ferry just in time to watch it pull away from the landing. I had a little time to wait and a little more time on the ferry so I wrote a song. I wrote a song about a guy named stan who retired, bought a hot dog van, sold hot dawgs and went fishin everyday with his wife. Its a song that sounds just like 100 other country songs and its (kinda) based on a story I used to read to my kids. Stan is my hero and I wanna be just like him.
I love the ferry. Its a beautiful way to go and it fit right in with the pace of the trip but, sitting in the truck writing while I crossed the lake made me feel a little queasy. This was weird cuz I have never been sea sick.
Ok so.... Every detour put me on a different route that had me saying, "This is really nice, I'm glad I came this way instead." Its funny but, I didn't really have much choice in the route I took. The choices were all made for me.
After a good four hours on the road, I arrived at the party. By the time I got there, the bass player had hyperextended his knee while playin whiffle ball. (He was walkin round with a shallalee). The other guitar player was leaving to bring his daughter to the hospital because she got her foot caught in a spinning bicycle wheel. A personal injury lawyer would have had a field day at that party.
It felt good to get there. I love those Vermont people and those other non-Vermont people who, like me, love those Vermont people. They are all good, volvoless, people.
The 'foot-in-wheel-girl' got back from the hospital on crutches. I love watching kids when they first get their crutches. She seemd all jazzed on the novelty of bein on crutches. So cool..... well, for a day anyways.
Hacky sac!! We played hacky sac and no one got hurt! Dahmm, I am sore today.
Mr. Vermont and I made a racket round the fire and people sang along with song about stan the hot dog man. Its not a very deep song. The cops came too. It was a great party.
I left them at 10:00Am sunday morning with some half cooked scones. I had so much fun makin em with Rutland Vermont's 8 yr. old version of Julia Childs that it didn't matter that they were burnt on the outside and raw within, like um, a russell stover candy.... sorta. We'll blame the oven.
Today was good. I came home yet an entirely different way. I took Route 22 through Washington County all the way from Comstock to Stephentown. I've never driven this section of 22. I drove past an old prison, some beautiful farm country, big piles of slate and through a cool little town. I saw an old guy sitting shirtless on his stoop with a gray beard that came all the down to the top of his big belly. I wished me a camera for a pic. It seems that all the cool people sit on stoops. I'd like to take a bookful of pictures of em all and call it "Stoopin it with the cool people."
I picked my girls round 2:00. They were in silly moods and so was the friend they brought along. I sang em the song about Stan the Hot Dog Man, we went to hoffmans (a little amusement park) and then fishing. They seemed to enjoy being with me today and I really enjoyed them.
Twas a good memorial weekend made possible in part by last year's no so great memorial day weekend and bein in the right head to enjoy the detours, the great people, my girls and a bearded old man sittin on his stoop.
We'll call him Stan.
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