Trades

We inherited a walk-in cooler when we moved in, something I was really excited about. Unfortunately, it was not really a practical notion, and we soon decided it had to go, along with the range hood and grease trap and other commercial kitchen remnants.

Thanks to Gail at the Brattleboro Arts Initiative (soon to be renamed Latchis Arts), we made contact with the owners of the Flat Street Brew Pub and Tap Room, who were flooded out by Tropical Storm Irene. They are reconstructing now, and they needed a new walk-in! So, presto, problem solved.

Even better, they had a set of old doors, mounted on sliding tracks, that will perfectly fit the bedroom doorway opening that Griffin has designed for us. Woo-hoo!! We’ll even have the Irene watermark to remind us of what we narrowly missed.

Scrabble club

Last Thursday evening I attended the inaugural meeting of the Southern Vermont Scrabble Club. I’ve always been something of a words guy, and when I read Word Freak a while back I found a renewed interest in Scrabble, which I hadn’t really played much in the last many years.

The club is being organized by another Brattleboro newcomer, who posted an announcement on iBrattleboro.com. Altogether, we had ten players. I won one and lost one. Managing the scoring, the clock, etc., proved surprisingly difficult for me, and I made some terrible plays. Hopefully once I get a little more comfortable with the mechanics of the whole thing my vocabulary will reemerge.

We had our meeting at the Millennium Pizzeria on Canal St., and I’m sorry to say our reception there was unfriendly and we will not be going back. Of all the foods to eat while playing Scrabble, greasy pizza might not be ideal anyway.

Eyebombing: The gently subversive meme of the moment.

This door (and the whole room behind it) was taken down today… We have less than half the main floor still ‘civilized.’

A clean slate

Demolition revealed this fun rustic slate floor under about half the kitchen tiles. Bonus!

New England Center for Circus Arts

We went to their fall session recital yesterday. Fun! Although all the real talent was clustered in a few young flexy people like this one, they’ll teach anybody who walks in the door (and writes a check). I can already juggle and ride a unicycle, so who knows?

Shopping in Brattleboro One of the things we love is the eclecticism of our little downtown. Saturday errands yielded a programmable thermostat and a gutter end cap from Brown and Roberts hardware, some great old John Carter of Mars paperbacks (including two Ace editions) from Brattleboro Used Books, and beautiful sterling earrings from Earth Designs to give as Christmas presents. And all within walking distance.

Children’s Craft Fair at River Garden:
1 for $1.75

As our neighbor put it, “The crafts are marginal but the kids are adorable.”

We still found one more Xmas present.

This year’s theme for Christmas shop windows is supposed to ‘Gingerbread Houses.’ This lovely example conveniently overlooks the fire that has the Brooks House shuttered for at least another year.

Hot time in the old town tonight

We went to Brattleboro’s Gallery Walk tonight and stopped in to Metropolis Bar to hear the syncopated stylings of the Butterfly Swing Band. Real cool, man

Shopping Local: Putney Craft Tour

Today we ventured far afield… a dozen or more miles north to Putney and Westminster West. It’s the 33rd annual Putney Crafts Tour (http://putneycrafts.com/). Our good friends BAD-Co came up from Connecticut, and we really enjoyed tromping around on this nice, albeit chilly and muddy, fall day. Much to be thankful for. We bought some artisanal sheep’s milk cheese from Vermont Shepherd Cheeses, and had hot soup in Westminster West’s UCC Church. We were especially intrigued by the ceramics of Ken Pick and Edel Byrne’s stained glass.

Now that we’re home and warming our toes on the radiant floor, I re-read the article in the paper about the crafts tour, which features an interview with participating glassworker Caitlin Burch. I quote directly from the Reformer:

As she was pondering what to do with her degree in social thought and political economy, her Dad suggested she try glass blowing.

Quite a sentiment from the Dad who had probably paid for a good bit of that degree, but it seems to have worked out just fine.

We are “fortunate” to be able to “acknowledge” the winners of the state spelling bee this Thanksgiving season. More than for their orthographic achievement, however, we are grateful to live in a neighborhood where a group of actual flesh-and-blood kids could possibly be named Onaia, Zoie, Wendeline, Jillian, Sage and Fairen.

What’s in a name?

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