Art-cheology 

Are these richly painted objects tossed upon the bank of Whetstone Creek evidence of some long dead civilization? Perhaps they were uncovered by Tropical Storm Irene? Or were the volunteer muralists at the New England Youth Theater bored on their lunch break?

Big crowd

Last year around this time I went on a ride that was advertised as “about 50 miles” and ended up being closer to 80. Yesterday we had 16 riders, which is a big group for here, maybe the biggest of the year, and the supposed 50-mile ride was exactly 50 miles. 

Long sleeves are coming out already, and the first few leaves are losing their greenness. 

More progress

The drywall is in and primed. Window trim all done. 

After a couple rounds of design back and forth, the new knee walls are framed up, ready for glass blocks. 


Next week, floor refinishing. 

Death, love, courage, fear, and reverence 

Yesterday we saw soprano aerialist Elizabeth Wohl debut her one-woman show Laudate, A Singing Circus
We know Elizabeth a bit from her legal work for the hospital, and we’ve run into her around town and heard her sing at the Friday night opera sings at the Brooks House. She’s also a student of the aerial silks and a board member at NECCA. And the wife of a newspaper columnist and state legislator. She is as charming as she is ecumenical. 

In this show, the proceeds of which all went to NECCA and the Brattleboro Music Center, she tried to combine the soaring voice with the actual soaring. In the introduction, we were challenged to decide whether that was genius or mere stubbornness. Some of both, and an awesome clinic in breath control. 

Altogether, she sang 11 pieces, ranging from Bach, Handel and Mozart to Copland and Bernstein. Some were sung on the ground, recital style, and others involved various amounts of acrobatics. She had accompaniment from piano, violin, and bass. 

She definitely succeeded in illuminating some of the texts in a new way. Hearing Copland’s setting of the Emily Dickinson verse “Why do they shut me out of heaven? Was it for singing too loud”? as she clambered up and up and then spun down to the ground was marvelous. “Dream with me” from Bernstein’s Peter Pan and “Je veux vivre” from Gounod’s Romeo and Juliet made wonderful sense swinging in the silks. 

While I doubt the show will find its way onto a larger stage, she packed the room with family, friends, and curious others, raised a little money for good works, and certainly exorcised any remaining performance anxiety she may have been harboring. It was a little weird, powerfully moving at times, kinda silly at others. That is to say, it was a deep drink of distilled Brattleboro. 

Books you don’t need, at a place you can’t find

That’s the slogan at the Montague Book Mill, and it was true. I found three John Carter of Mars paperbacks, which I didn’t need but obviously bought anyway. 

Still, whether easy to find or not, a good bookstore is a good thing, and the Book Mill is that. 

Then, we had an outstanding dinner at the Alvah Stone restaurant downstairs… Every item we tried was really really good. Will definitely go back. 

Of course!

The tip jars at Amy’s Bakery Arts Café, which change frequently, force you to really dig deep and take stock of who you are. 

Progress


Week 1 was mostly demo

Week 2 was dedicated to reinforcing the roof structure, most of the wiring. 

Week 3 we finished the wiring and prepped the ceiling for drywall. Then things stalled a bit because the insulation guy had an equipment problem. 

Now, week 4, we got the insulation done on Monday, and drywall is under way. The new front door arrived, and the light fixtures are all picked out. It’s definitely moving along. 

The rest of the story 

While I was traipsing around France last month, the rest of the family was enjoying the mountains closer to home at the New Life Hiking Spa…

Definitely not all hard duty 

Extra healthy food 

Back road finds

Lots of hiking and new friends 
And a massage every day. 

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