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short weeks
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Still wondering what it was like, having five-day school weeks. The end is not in sight -- from here until maybe Valentine's Day, there's some reason for Sarah to be at home. At least today, Cathy's home too.
On Friday, I had a nice long morning walk down to the bridge across the Agawam River, looking at the handful of buildings that constituted downtown Mittineague, when there was such a thing.
On the way, I photographed this tiny patch of lichen on a tree.
Also took a close-up of a cement street post from 1949. This is part of the first "9".
So anyway, back in Mittineague, I thought of trying to get close to the mill, but it had "No Trespassing" signs, which I wasn't inclined to defy, so I went out on the bridge instead and took pictures with the dying battery. I spotted some metal devices that looked sort of like a boardwalk down by the river and went to investigate. They were equally mysterious close up. (Later, Traigh's dad said they were a fish ladder from when there was a dam at that point.)
Fish ladders. Don't walk underneath.
I bellied myself up and over a cement wall under the bridge and found myself on the large grassy acreage inside the "No Trespassing" signs after all, where I photographed a nice-looking bike lying on the grass with weeds growing through it before heading for the gate and back home. I took another couple of close-up photos of some little mushrooms growing on a piece of wood just before the battery gave its final gasp.
The texture of these surprised me. Somehow I think of mushrooms as smooth -- possibly because of the kind folks at the Campbell Soup company (who sponsored the radio shows I've been listening to lately).
Saturday was unexceptional -- Sarah and I went to the Children's Museum of Holyoke, then rode the merry-go-round. The power went out during Sarah's second ride, so we went on home. Traffic lights were out on Main Street almost to the interstate.
Sunday was a play date for Sarah with her old friend from pre-school, Cameron, and another boy, Harrison, who Sarah had seen one other time at Stanley Park. We joined up at the Children's Museum at about 12, played about an hour, went to the merry-go-round, then walked along the canal to the little playground, where the other two kids mysteriously snubbed Harrison until asked to apologize. Then it was back to the museum and out of the cold. I found out from the woman at the desk (I should learn her name -- she knows mine.) that their power had stayed on, but when they were closing up, they faced a darkened park and people needing to go through it. Their solution was to bring out their stock of tea candles and line the sidewalks with them. I'd like to have seen that. The play date broke up a little after three, and I went home and rested a while, having spent about five hours daddying.
Last night I dreamed that I was trying to keep something away from Sarah. I resorted to flying so I could get some place she couldn't follow me. She watched me fly, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from some height and was gliding with her arms out. She slid to a landing on the lawn, and I flew on down to make sure she was okay. I suppose if the dream had gone on a little longer, I'd have been teaching her what I knew about flying in dreams.
Today was a vacation Monday. Sarah and I had breakfast at Friendly's, where I confirmed that I've made the right decision in not ordering omelettes there before. There's been a lot of hanging around the house going on. I almost played the piano some, but that brought me to the window on the back yard and I saw that we really needed to finish raking and bagging the leaves back there before the final leaf pick-up. Sarah gladly joined me, and after raking for five minutes, she started playing on her swings. Then on her scooter. Then she started messing up the leaf piles, so I banished her to the house. Cathy made a trip out for more leaf bags. After a while, Sarah came back out and she and Cathy both helped rake and bag. When Cathy knocked off, Sarah stayed on to the very end, helping enthusiastically.
.
Still wondering what it was like, having five-day school weeks. The end is not in sight -- from here until maybe Valentine's Day, there's some reason for Sarah to be at home. At least today, Cathy's home too.
On Friday, I had a nice long morning walk down to the bridge across the Agawam River, looking at the handful of buildings that constituted downtown Mittineague, when there was such a thing.
On the way, I photographed this tiny patch of lichen on a tree.
Also took a close-up of a cement street post from 1949. This is part of the first "9".
So anyway, back in Mittineague, I thought of trying to get close to the mill, but it had "No Trespassing" signs, which I wasn't inclined to defy, so I went out on the bridge instead and took pictures with the dying battery. I spotted some metal devices that looked sort of like a boardwalk down by the river and went to investigate. They were equally mysterious close up. (Later, Traigh's dad said they were a fish ladder from when there was a dam at that point.)
Fish ladders. Don't walk underneath.
I bellied myself up and over a cement wall under the bridge and found myself on the large grassy acreage inside the "No Trespassing" signs after all, where I photographed a nice-looking bike lying on the grass with weeds growing through it before heading for the gate and back home. I took another couple of close-up photos of some little mushrooms growing on a piece of wood just before the battery gave its final gasp.
The texture of these surprised me. Somehow I think of mushrooms as smooth -- possibly because of the kind folks at the Campbell Soup company (who sponsored the radio shows I've been listening to lately).
Saturday was unexceptional -- Sarah and I went to the Children's Museum of Holyoke, then rode the merry-go-round. The power went out during Sarah's second ride, so we went on home. Traffic lights were out on Main Street almost to the interstate.
Sunday was a play date for Sarah with her old friend from pre-school, Cameron, and another boy, Harrison, who Sarah had seen one other time at Stanley Park. We joined up at the Children's Museum at about 12, played about an hour, went to the merry-go-round, then walked along the canal to the little playground, where the other two kids mysteriously snubbed Harrison until asked to apologize. Then it was back to the museum and out of the cold. I found out from the woman at the desk (I should learn her name -- she knows mine.) that their power had stayed on, but when they were closing up, they faced a darkened park and people needing to go through it. Their solution was to bring out their stock of tea candles and line the sidewalks with them. I'd like to have seen that. The play date broke up a little after three, and I went home and rested a while, having spent about five hours daddying.
Last night I dreamed that I was trying to keep something away from Sarah. I resorted to flying so I could get some place she couldn't follow me. She watched me fly, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from some height and was gliding with her arms out. She slid to a landing on the lawn, and I flew on down to make sure she was okay. I suppose if the dream had gone on a little longer, I'd have been teaching her what I knew about flying in dreams.
Today was a vacation Monday. Sarah and I had breakfast at Friendly's, where I confirmed that I've made the right decision in not ordering omelettes there before. There's been a lot of hanging around the house going on. I almost played the piano some, but that brought me to the window on the back yard and I saw that we really needed to finish raking and bagging the leaves back there before the final leaf pick-up. Sarah gladly joined me, and after raking for five minutes, she started playing on her swings. Then on her scooter. Then she started messing up the leaf piles, so I banished her to the house. Cathy made a trip out for more leaf bags. After a while, Sarah came back out and she and Cathy both helped rake and bag. When Cathy knocked off, Sarah stayed on to the very end, helping enthusiastically.
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