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Having no plan…

Yes, I have abandoned the blog.  I thought I was spinning my wheels trying to always think of something to talk about, and obcessively getting out for photos. That somehow creating a blog post every day was keeping me from something else I might be doing.  Something more creative/fun/exciting, except that hasn’t proven to be the case.  All I can say is that on the cusp of four years after losing my husband I have effectively lost it, and I have no idea in this world what to do about it.  I was homesick, I thought that was it.  And despite connecting with more people from my past than I ever would have imagined a year ago, I’m still homesick.  Or maybe it’s because of all those connections, which I treasure.  I’m here and everyone I love is ‘up there’.  

When it came to closing down the blog I had choices.  I could delete it, sending it to oblivion.  Or I could unpublish it, which meant it’s still there in case I decided to write some more.  And in the meantime I’ve gotten messages telling me of new followers, joining without knowing that there is nothing to follow.  I feel guilty about that.

So I have no words of wisdom and nothing much else to say at this point, but an explanation seemed in order.  I’m going to make an actual physical list of all the reasons that I should be grateful to be here, now, and let it go at that.  A wise person told me that the secret is to not make a plan, because then your life is always going according to plan.  This is me, operating without a plan…

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North Conway, NH…

LqJust down the road from the Mt. Washington hotel you will find the charming little town of North Conway.  We shopped, we ate, or more correctly, we pigged out, And then attempted to walk off our lunch while we acted silly and took photographs.  I have always said that when we get together I feel like we are a couple of 15 year old grandmothers, and apparently that’s never going to change…7-16horsefeathers7-16bee17-16bear7-16church7-16turkeyKathy has three wild turkey ‘moms’ with a lot of babies in her yard daily.  They are fast, I haven’t gotten good pictures.  But I’ve often thought that wild turkeys don’t look like ‘real’ turkeys.  Finally one put on a show when I was trying to take pictures.  Guess they really are turkeys aren’t they?

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Antiques and more…

It’s Salisbury, NH’s 250th birthday this year.  The Sestercentennial, for which there is a competition for the residents involving placing a wagon and flowers out on your property.  This one is my favorite, so far, the truck that is.  But the wagon is fun too.  Plus another covered bridge, more photos from Weir Beach, and alpacas from the local veterinarian’s yard.  As we were driving the other day I said to Kathy that I’m not in Florida anymore, she said, “You’re not in Kansas either.”  No, I’m not.  And I won’t be here much longer.  The dreaded good-byes are just around the corner, but only ’til next time…

7-14truck7-14wagonwheels7-14coveredbridge7-14dock27-14dockbirds7-14bluehouseHDR7-14boohoo7-14alpaca17-14alpaca2I love that little kid from Weir’s Beach.  I thought I was taking pictures of a little kid having fun on the beach.  Turned out she was sobbing her eyes out.  My daughter once said of me that I see what I want to see, if the shoe fits…

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Quechee Gorge…

Sometimes the Gods are just with you.  Like today with the perfect weather to hike down to the bottom of the Quechee Gorge in VT.  Down was fine, up was tougher, but the flip flops might have had something to do with that.  We were sitting on a bench catching our breath on the way up when a hiker our age was heading down.  I offered to move over so he could join us on the bench but he declined, but he told us that in Greece we say______, and he rattled off a phrase.  “It means Old age shits,”  he said.  We agreed.  Then we rewarded ourselves with molasses ginger snap ice cream cones, and sang to Kathy’s Simon and Garfunkel tapes all the way home…

 Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears

We didn’t even cry…

 

 
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Hudson Valley Balloon Festival…

The name of the event that I spotted months ago and knew that I would make sure to attend is the Hudson Valley Balloon Festival, but that’s false advertising.  Because it’s not in a valley, it’s on top of the world.  Or so I thought as I drove the hour and a half from my son’s house yesterday afternoon heading north, and up hill.  I had constant vistas of scenery below me, and I was looking across the valleys to mountains just beyond.  It was just beautiful, and also impossible to stop for photos.  I hoped for a scenic overlook area, but I haven’t seen them at all on this trip, which is a shame because they were quite plentiful when we traveled out west years ago.  I crossed the Rhinecliff bridge over the Hudson, and again admired the view, but I was almost there and there was no where to stop, so I contented myself with the thought of the balloons being launched into the sunset-colored sky.  And sunset was approaching, hence the long shadows.  I wonder if they knew that the launch had been cancelled due to high winds even as I paid to get into the fairgrounds.  I didn’t catch on for a while, so I walked around and took a few pictures of food trucks, because one was called “Off the Hook” and featured lobster rolls, which I haven’t yet had on this trip.  And shots of the small crowd to illustrate the event.  As they began to blow up one of the balloons I thought we were underway, but that’s when I heard that the launch was cancelled.  Which I suppose explained why there were no other balloons to be seen.  They, the ‘balloon platoon’, blew this one up in order to allow people to walk inside, and a line formed quickly to do just that.  They kept entering, but not exiting, and I didn’t think to see where they were going.  I probably should have stayed.  I heard that they were going to inflate the balloons and illuminate them, but not launch them, but I didn’t relish the drive back in the dark.  The rural roads have lots of twists and turns, and 55 mph speed limits.  Even in daylight they can be challenging, so I drove back to my son’s house being teased by the same beautiful scenery, with the addition of a gorgeous sunset.  I ought to be content just to see a sunset like that, but I wish I had seen it through the lens of the camera… 7-6balloon27-6balloon37-6balloonfeature7-6waffleYes, I had a waffle sandwich, probably because I didn’t have any witnesses at that moment.  I will have two more opportunities to see them launch, sunset tonight or sunrise tomorrow.  Sunrise seems like a better chance of the air being calm enough, but do I want to set out at 4 AM, sigh…

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Heading east…

Sometimes you find yourself happily on your way and just have to stop to take a picture, like when I spotted this barn on my way this morning.  I passed up several more dilapidated barns that came up almost right away, but pulling the car over to stop was a challenge with no shoulder along the twisty, windy road, and I was anxious to keep  going.

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Part of what I was anxious to do on the way was to stop at the restaurant my son had recommended.  I thought it would be easier to spot than it turned out to be, especially since I knew it was right on Route 84 as you were entering Massachusetts.   I was looking for it and didn’t see it, but I stopped and texted my son for directions and had to double back.  Traveler Food and Books.  It’s a charming restaurant, with it’s book lined walls, and not only will your lunch be delicious but when you leave you get to pick three books to take with you.  The tee shirt wasn’t free however.  I bought one in charcoal gray.

If you go in you might also be lucky and be seated next to the window with the bird feeders outside.  I was tickled to see chipmunks sharing the feeders with the birds since we don’t have them in Florida, they are so cute.  Watching all the activity at the feeders could have amused me a lot longer, and if I had been allowed to go out back to where they were I’d have taken a lot more pictures.  But there were books to pick out and tee shirts to buy, and the road was calling me.

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