Back in the Hood
14/August/2015 08:13 AM
As a postscript to an otherwise terrific trip up through Stowe, Vt, and then on to Burlington, and then down through Middlebury, Vt where we hooked up with Denise for a little lunch, I would say it went well. The weather cooperated, the hotels were accommodating, we could have done a better job making reservations around the Burlington leg of the trip, there were no shortage of decent places to grab a bite to eat, and I could always find a Starbucks when I needed one. That is to say, my itinerary always includes spending time writing in my journal (blog) in the early morning and my favorite haunt and place to write is Starbucks. The good news is that seldom do I find myself in a spot where there is not a Starbucks or, at a minimum, a place that comes off as a Starbucks wanna be. That means a place where the coffee is pitch black, seating is accommodating, and some kind of music playing in the background always helps.
Lunch with Denise came out of the blue. In other words, it was not planned. I think it was Nancy who said something about being in Middlebury around lunchtime as we were heading south through Vt. Putting two and two together, we gave Denise a ring and, voila, she answered. She met us in downtown Middlebury shortly before the noon hour where there were any number of places to grab lunch and after stopping in a place or two we ended up with a recommendation to yet one more place which is where we ended up. It was one of those order at the counter and take your food to an empty table kind of places. The three of us had salads and Saratoga spring waters to drink. We sat under a canopy of sorts outside the shop and enjoyed some very pleasant conversation about this and that. It was about family mostly and it was good to hear all was going well with everyone. We talked a bit about our upcoming trip to the lake as well and I should have talked to Denise about getting together with the sisters for dinner sometime during the week but forgot to mention it. I'll try to follow up with her on same. Maybe making dinner at the camp is a better idea? What would I make? Would I have to please everybody? Maybe we can make it a pot luck sort of thing.
It's fun having a week off. Yes, indeed. A week to do whatever I or we please within reason. Not sure what that means but it feels right saying it. I really should have created a to-do list. I wanted to wash some windows, do a little maintenance on the snow blower, run the generator, etc., but I've not worried about not getting to those things. And now that the week is coming to an end, and I still have three days before I return to work, the monkeys are off my back and I can do whatever I damn well please. If I want to go for a bike ride instead, and I surely do and will once I finish writing in this here blog, I will do just that. Nancy has gone off to her cycling class so I am on my own and sometimes prefer that when riding. I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder to see where she is and then worrying when I don't see her. Did she get a flat? Maybe she fell after running over or into something. Maybe a car clipped her or ran her off onto the side of the road and she is sitting there with bent rims and hurt feelings. You just don't know so can't assume anything. Of course, I never tell her I prefer riding alone. How do you think that would make her feel? Off I go then before I lose the window I'm wanting to take advantage of. Before the sun gets too high in the sky, the crowds along my path too dense and too boisterous, and the winds picking up as they do here along the coast come midday.
Lunch with Denise came out of the blue. In other words, it was not planned. I think it was Nancy who said something about being in Middlebury around lunchtime as we were heading south through Vt. Putting two and two together, we gave Denise a ring and, voila, she answered. She met us in downtown Middlebury shortly before the noon hour where there were any number of places to grab lunch and after stopping in a place or two we ended up with a recommendation to yet one more place which is where we ended up. It was one of those order at the counter and take your food to an empty table kind of places. The three of us had salads and Saratoga spring waters to drink. We sat under a canopy of sorts outside the shop and enjoyed some very pleasant conversation about this and that. It was about family mostly and it was good to hear all was going well with everyone. We talked a bit about our upcoming trip to the lake as well and I should have talked to Denise about getting together with the sisters for dinner sometime during the week but forgot to mention it. I'll try to follow up with her on same. Maybe making dinner at the camp is a better idea? What would I make? Would I have to please everybody? Maybe we can make it a pot luck sort of thing.
It's fun having a week off. Yes, indeed. A week to do whatever I or we please within reason. Not sure what that means but it feels right saying it. I really should have created a to-do list. I wanted to wash some windows, do a little maintenance on the snow blower, run the generator, etc., but I've not worried about not getting to those things. And now that the week is coming to an end, and I still have three days before I return to work, the monkeys are off my back and I can do whatever I damn well please. If I want to go for a bike ride instead, and I surely do and will once I finish writing in this here blog, I will do just that. Nancy has gone off to her cycling class so I am on my own and sometimes prefer that when riding. I'm not constantly looking over my shoulder to see where she is and then worrying when I don't see her. Did she get a flat? Maybe she fell after running over or into something. Maybe a car clipped her or ran her off onto the side of the road and she is sitting there with bent rims and hurt feelings. You just don't know so can't assume anything. Of course, I never tell her I prefer riding alone. How do you think that would make her feel? Off I go then before I lose the window I'm wanting to take advantage of. Before the sun gets too high in the sky, the crowds along my path too dense and too boisterous, and the winds picking up as they do here along the coast come midday.