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.
Last week Management and I spent a night up in Boston for a Tech mixer as part of my job. The next morning we wandered around for a couple of hours aimlessly and without much heart in it, possibly because she was hung over and I had gotten almost no sleep. However, the best part of the day was breakfast at Beantown Burrito because the guy behind the counter really loved what he was doing.
Yesterday was a good day. The weather was perfect with a sparse dotting of thick pillow clouds and a light breezy that would only occasionally gather enough courage to bluster in a gentle way. Gabriella and I ranged over most of downtown Windsor through construction sites and we met a fascinating Romanian gentleman who fished for carp in one of the overflow pounds that cluster around the river. “Americans no like carp,” he exclaimed as he jostled one of his four fishing poles in the hopes that his hours of work might yield more than the two plump carp. Generously he offered a recipe for a hot and sour carp tail and head soup, “Good for when you drink too much and can’t cook.” Afterwards, we found ourselves with Management at Northwest Park capturing wasps in baby food containers and flowers on camera.
