"Back in the saddle"
After 6 weeks at home it has become time again for me to pack my bags and, using multiple means of conveyance, (car/ferry/limo/757/tiny plane & rental car), traverse the whole of this wonderful continent of ours, (sea to shining sea).
I type from Connecticut, having already made my pilgrimage to the local McQuades' Market for some dinner, (their prepared squash is delightful, a "must have" everytime I am here). McQuade's, being an Irish enterprise, has wonderful soda bread, alas, it is to far beyond St. Patrick's day for me to score any of that :( But the squash comforts me in my loss.
My venue for church tomorrow will be Montauk Baptist Church in New London. I am going to a Baptist Church?! Yep, this is where the Tyler's attended when they lived here some time ago. I called their local friends tonight, (who still attend) and have schedule and directions in hand. Apparently Sunday School will be on Nahum.
Everywhere I go, when people hear that I am from the Seattle WA area, they say, "Hmmm rains a lot out there don't it?" Drives me nuts, I could almost skip the obligatory shower tonight due to the multiple drenchings I have received here in Mystic in just the past few hours, (layers: that's the secret, slows the "wooder" down). I caught myself wanting to run to my car or find an umbrella or raincoat more than once. Such a heavy rain. In Seattle "rain" I breathe in the mist and revel in the moisture droplets that swirl around me as I walk, (slowly) to my car after a long days work. I find that refreshing. But this? Not a chance... here I drown, the sidewalks become tributary streams that feed the river that covers the parking lot and races towards Grand Storm Drain Falls.
Having O.D.'d on home improvement/kitchen makeover mags I chose to make an issue of Backpacker and the Outside buyers guide my flight companions today. A satisfying change!
Goodnight to anyone who finds that I have actualy updated this blog!
With sore muscles, (and hacked feet), from my short stint at NHL's Friday Night At Poulsbo I will sign off.
I type from Connecticut, having already made my pilgrimage to the local McQuades' Market for some dinner, (their prepared squash is delightful, a "must have" everytime I am here). McQuade's, being an Irish enterprise, has wonderful soda bread, alas, it is to far beyond St. Patrick's day for me to score any of that :( But the squash comforts me in my loss.
My venue for church tomorrow will be Montauk Baptist Church in New London. I am going to a Baptist Church?! Yep, this is where the Tyler's attended when they lived here some time ago. I called their local friends tonight, (who still attend) and have schedule and directions in hand. Apparently Sunday School will be on Nahum.
Everywhere I go, when people hear that I am from the Seattle WA area, they say, "Hmmm rains a lot out there don't it?" Drives me nuts, I could almost skip the obligatory shower tonight due to the multiple drenchings I have received here in Mystic in just the past few hours, (layers: that's the secret, slows the "wooder" down). I caught myself wanting to run to my car or find an umbrella or raincoat more than once. Such a heavy rain. In Seattle "rain" I breathe in the mist and revel in the moisture droplets that swirl around me as I walk, (slowly) to my car after a long days work. I find that refreshing. But this? Not a chance... here I drown, the sidewalks become tributary streams that feed the river that covers the parking lot and races towards Grand Storm Drain Falls.
Having O.D.'d on home improvement/kitchen makeover mags I chose to make an issue of Backpacker and the Outside buyers guide my flight companions today. A satisfying change!
Goodnight to anyone who finds that I have actualy updated this blog!
With sore muscles, (and hacked feet), from my short stint at NHL's Friday Night At Poulsbo I will sign off.
posted by Adam at 6:26 PM
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