This past weekend Management and I abdicated all of our usual responsibilities, leaving Gabi with my folks and dropping off the dogs at a kennel, so we could get off the treadmill and wander aimlessly.  We had tickets to see Jim White up at MASS MoCA and it presented the perfect opportunity to forget about our daily lives and with a full tank of gas and several cups of coffee we wandered the back roads up into the Berkshires.

The first day was gray and ominous but it captured well that slow fuzzy-headed feeling that had enveloped us over the past couple of months.  With no real agenda we stumbled into odd little nooks and crannies like an abandoned summer camp miles down a dead-end that was listed on our GPS as being a restaurant only to find solace in friendly people at places like Ozzies Steak and Eggs.

After checking into the hotel Management took a long nap and I wandered about abandoned buildings and train yards in the rain.

By Sunday morning, the skies cleared and we awoke bleary eyed to bright blue skies.

It was a fine weekend and got us thinking about shaking off suburbia, now and then, and seeing what lay outside our towns and off the highways.