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.