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One Weekend October 14, 2008

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The Weekend I Should Have Had

Friday: Mom and Dad arrive from Maryland. Aunt and Cousin arrive from Rhode Island and Massachusetts, respectively. Husband makes one of his impressive dinners, and Sister joins us. We assign people beds amongst three houses (as the third house was to be rented for the occasion).

Saturday: I deliver muffins or scones to everyone for breakfast. Cousin’s Husband, Son, and Daughter arrive from Massachusetts and join the rest of us. We spend the day doing some fun thing, maybe breaking up the group to fit various activity levels. Hiking, orcharding, leaf peeping, croquet, bike riding . . . anything is possible. That night we head to the Red Brick Grill to celebrate my parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary, which actually happened a couple of months ago.

Sunday: Aunt and Cousin and Cousin’s Family head home after Tim’s World-Famous, Egg-Separated Buttermilk Pancakes. Parents probably stay another night.

It would have been perfect.

The Weekend I Had

Friday: My schedule now open, I am free to accept an invitation to a Planned Parenthood event being held in a private home. I am unclear whether I have been invited because of my small monthly contributions to that organization or because the host, a board member, is a former coworker, friend, and one of the most generous people on the planet. When I arrive, it is clear that it is the latter.

The “lively music” promised is in full swing and turns out to be a viola/violin duet by oh-so-professional musicians. This means that Tim, fellow introvert, is already thrilled to be here. He will stay as close to them as possible all evening, enthralled.

The guest of honor is Vermont’s secretary of state, who gives a short address about the political health of women. I find her words inspiring. Can you imagine? In this day and age? A politician says some stuff, and I find it inspiring.

The state’s senate president pro tempore is there too, as is (briefly) the speaker of the house, who is running for governor, has been endorsed by PP, and is en route to a debate. All three of these people introduce themselves to me. It is a most unusual and interesting evening for a gal from Parts West.

Saturday: I write a check to a political action fund and mail it. Small potatoes, no doubt, but every potato helps.

We rush through our chores.

It is our twenty-second wedding anniversary. The weather is perfect. It is a clear, crisp, sunny October Saturday, just like the day we got married. We hike to the top of Mount Antone, a small mountain with great views of the valley. We time it just right and have the peak to ourselves for our picnic. We’ve packed sandwiches we picked up at Will and Eric’s: turkey/cheddar/lettuce/mayo on Rupert Rising bread. We’re too lazy to cut up the apples to add to the sandwiches proper, so we employ them as chasers instead.

We stop at the orchard and buy more Macouns and Honeycrisps.

We go home and take a nap.

That evening, we head to Red Brick Grill anyway, with Lynda and Paul, whose anniversary is just four days before ours. We eat, drink, are merry.

Sunday: Chores, chores, chores. But ones that feel good to have accomplished.

It was perfect.

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1. Cedar Waxwing - October 14, 2008

What a busy weekend you had. It does sound perfect.

We were given a bag of Vermont apples as a thank-you for watching someone’s cat while they were at Parents Weekend at Middlebury. Don’t know what kind they are though — but they are delicious. (And I love honeycrisps)

Rupert says he wants some Rupert Rising Bread. He thinks. Unless it is made of Ruperts. Then he’ll pass.

2. Bridgett - October 14, 2008

As I read the should have had, I was worried about what was coming. But sounds perfectly fine.

3. Eulalia (Lali) Benejam Cobb - October 14, 2008

Sounds like you’re really good at making lemonade out of lemons…although the weekend you had planned sounds way too demanding. I hope your father continues to improve. How is your mother holding up?

4. indigobunting - October 14, 2008

CW: Please assure Rupert that as far as I know, Rupert Rising Bread is not made of Ruperts. It’s made in Rupert. The town of Rupert.

B: It was perfectly fine! “You get what you need…”

L: It was great to relax on my anniversary. My dad is getting better. My mom, actually, sounds more energetic than she has in a long time, at least to me. It’s been good to see that she can rise to the challenge.

5. damyantig - October 14, 2008

Sorry to hear about your dad, but glad that he is doing better now. You seem to have had a hectic weekend. I spent my Friday lazing, Saturday packing, and Sunday traveling back to KL.

6. indigobunting - October 15, 2008

Damyanti: Thank you. Your weekend (minus the Friday) sounds a bit hectic too! (But now I know what city you live in! Little by little…)

7. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - October 15, 2008

So much has changed since I left, and this post just fills me with longing. Rupert has a bakery, or at least a baker? Where is the Red Brick Grill? Is the Barn still in business? Does Cacophony still play? Did Chuck and Dave sell both their houses? Where is Mount Antone? And I’ve never gotten clear: Do Will and Eric call the store Will and Eric’s, or by its old name, D_____’s?

Good to know Tim still makes his mind-shatteringly-wonderful pancakes. Buckwheat, or regular? Dark amber syrup?

8. indigobunting - October 15, 2008

CMSY: A baker. Red Brick Grill is in Poultney. Barn is still in business. Cacophony does not play. Chuck died (as you will recall), and David is making no quick moves on the houses, which fills many of us with relief. Mount Antone is part of Merck Forest and Farmland in Rupert. It’s still called D______’s.

Tim’s pancakes are buttermilk. Grade A or B syrup, whatever we have.

We miss you too.

9. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - October 15, 2008

What I meant was, buttermilk with white flour, or buttermilk with buckwheat flour? And accompanied by bacon and fresh-squeezed orange juice?

10. indigobunting - October 15, 2008

Your buckwheat memories are primarily satanic. White flour. Accoutrements are dependent on who’s showing up for breakfast. (I’m a grapefruit juice gal myself.)

11. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - October 15, 2008

No, no, no. Tim, not Satan, made me buckwheat pancakes, I swear to God. (Please oh please oh please don’t let me be wrong in this. I don’t think I could bear it if I’ve been remembering satanic food so fondly.)

12. indigobunting - October 16, 2008

It’s not that Tim never made buckwheat pancakes. He probably did a couple of times, and it’s possible he made them for you, but it would have been maybe once, more than a decade ago. Someone else made them all the time.

13. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - October 16, 2008

I am going to go draw a hot bath and look for some razor blades now.

14. indigobunting - October 16, 2008

Should I whip up some pancakes?

15. Craig (Maito Sewa Yoleme) - October 16, 2008

Bitch.


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