Down With Old Old Folks At Home

It’s so strange, returning from vacation and feeling like you’ve been absent forever.

I just wanted to do a quickie, but I have some interesting stories to tell over the next few days.  The Jetta continues to perplex me.  I had to postpone the brake work it needed and decided to head downeast anyway.  Funny thing happened when I pulled out of my folks driveway the following day.  I was headed to the Big Chicken Barn to spend a casual afternoon amongst the used books and antiques.  As I made my way down the road, the noise that had been present for so long was gone.  Or at least diminished.  It was one of those too-good-to-be-true moments.  I realise that the work will need to be done, but it was so nice to have a quiet ride for the rest of the trip.

I did enjoy the browsing of book and antique shops.  I found some wonderful oak chests, baker’s cabinets and highboys that would have been a wonderful addition to the house/cottage/condo I do not own…yet.  I also found some very cool Art Deco prints from Acadia.  The artist is contemporary, but the colors and feeling of the work was so retro.  I love Art Deco and Art Nouveaux, but don’t have the budget to pay for the good stuff, so I get the repros when I can.

My Mother is a saint.  A packrat, but a saint nonetheless.  She hoards anything from fabric to dry goods and it drives my Dad crazy. SHe can’t pass up a sale or a bargain, so she stocks up when there are deals to be found. I know he was happier when he saw the four grocery bags with can goods, and the two insulated bags with frozen meats.  I’m set for a long time.  While I was there, Mom fed me with generous portions.  I got my favorites for dinner: meatloaf and mashed potatoes with steamed broccoli, and homemade baked macaroni and cheese.  It was good to be home.

I also was engaged in good conversation with my Dad.  We talked about a variety of subjects from his frustrations with a housebuilding project he was helping with, to the ever-popular Red Sox-Yankee debates we’ve been having for years. Dad is an old-school liberal.  The only bumper sticker he ever applied was one supporting the United Farm Workers.  He even brought us on a protest march.  All this happened while he was in seminary, where he caught the social justice bug.  He is steadfast in his beliefs and loves a good argument.  I think he is the only person I know who openly welcomed Jehovah’s Witnesses into the house, rather than run and hid in a quiet place, waiting for them to go away.  He likes a good argument.

That’s it in a nutshell.  More to come.  I love Acadia and Bar Harbor, and this trip allowed me to revel in it all.

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