Apropos to everything, but in particular on my mind tonight, is a Chinese proverb (is it really? I always see it referenced as an “old Chinese proverb,” but is that Western, modern, bullshit?) that says:
“The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.”
I hope I can keep that in mind.
That feeling when you finally get a three-day weekend after going through the ringer with this and with that and the other thing and your first thought is, “GREAT! Now I can cram in 18-hour days working on this OTHER volunteer thing that I’m too stupid to walk away from!”
And mean it sincerely.
This might not be a well thought out plan.
I don’t blame Vermont.
This version of a ham & cheese omelette wasn’t designed by any left-wing political movement in Vermont, or a vegan restaurant gone to extremes, or even an embarrassing mix up by our waitress.
No, indeed I give the waitress some serious props for diving with both feet into her role of deception and subterfuge. She made it happen!
I do not blame the perpetrator of this switcheroo. A tiger can not change his stripes.
No, ultimately I blame myself. After a lifetime of experiences that should have left me hyper vigilant, I blissfully went and danced on the Bouncing Betty.
At least I wasn’t surprised when the trap was sprung. It’s all good fun, right?
Then the monster sent me the video that I hadn’t even noticed him taking…
What a wonderful day with old friends, some of whom I see every few years, some of whom I haven’t seen since we graduated high school, 45 years ago.
It was lovely. I enjoyed every minute of it.
It’s full of mountains. They’re all really green. Say it in French, quickly.
We spent the day driving around a great deal of it with only the barest of plans except to meet dear friends for dinner at 18:00 and to stay off of the interstate as much as possible.
And to see deer, loons, and moose. (Two out of three ain’t bad!)
We got to Vermont after an overnight in the big metal tube flying through the troposphere, followed by a drive north from Boston.
In celebration, the great State of Vermont left us with some presents!
See, there’s our rental car parked out in front of the amazing Hartness House!
See, in the rain and wind we got a gift baby maple leaf! A symbol of the state and its wonderful maple syrup!
Wait, what’s this? Also a “gift,” but obviously not from any wonderful Vermont representative! This must be a “gift” from a New Hampshire or Maine bird!!
They’re closing the doors – I’ll see you on the other side. That’s it for tonight!