Watching the Olympic trials is just too stressful. I can hardly take it.
There is altogether too much going on this weekandweekend.
I need a break.
And it is HOT. But I am grateful to have power, as so many on the East coast do not.
Took my mother to Weston Theater to a matinee of the Hound of the Baskervilles. She seemed distracted and about to go to sleep in the first half. She expected the traditional story presented in the traditional way. Instead, it was funny, irreverent, and a little out of the box.
I was beginning to think that bringing her was a mistake, but after the intermission, she suddenly perked up, and I think she was finally getting it.
The Weston theater is in a tiny rural town in Vermont, and this is the view off the back balcony.
Across the road, you will find the Vermont Country Store, with the Bryant House, a lovely restaurant.
There are rugs and looper looms from Crazy as a Loom in the VCS, so I guess you could say I have a 'presence' in Weston.
I have cupcakes in the oven, and a strawberry pie in the fridge.
And I'm toast.
(more monkeys coming in the next couple of days)