It doesn’t look like much in normal conditions, but during the gullywasher last week this strip mall on Putney Road flooded, meaning the butcher, the fish market, AND the wine store are closed for weeks.
These yellow mums appeared, fully formed, all over town this week. Must be fall!!
Fall is in the air
Which means it’s time to fire up the hot tub.
In Brattleboro, we generally use stolen plastic milk crates…
On genies and rabbit holes
I love all kinds of treasure / scavenger hunting. My earliest memory of treasure hunting is from when I was six or seven: at summer camp in Colorado we went out looking for arrowheads and fossils. I never found anything “big,” but I found enough to stay interested all afternoon. Since then, whether it’s finding money on the street or hitting an auction or garage sale hoping for that long lost copy of the Declaration of Independence, I still enjoy it. I suppose it’s part of my enjoyment of hashing, and even playing slot machines when I have the chance… Maybe you’ll strike it rich by coming across something nobody else saw.
Last evening I got over to our local thrift shop, where I’ve found several fun and useful things before. I was actually looking for a cassette player, but that’s another story. No tape player, but these pretty old bottles caught my eye, part of a larger collection. For $1 apiece, hard to go wrong. They are all worth more than a buck, it turns out, but none worth more than $10… From a treasure hunt perspective, a big score by my low standards, but I’ll still report to work on Monday.
And so to the rabbit hole: bottle collecting. Like a lot of nerdy (as in “someone who cares about the details”) hobbies, I totally get why this would be fascinating. Luckily, I also get why it wouldn’t stay fascinating to one’s friends and family, and so I’ve been able to stay married and pursue non-collector friendships.
My bottles may not have much value, but they all have history, and somebody has already written much of it out and put it on the Internet. Next time you have a quiet moment, I dare you not to get caught up in the story of Moses Atwood’s Jaundice Bitters (the one on the left), of bottle collecting, of how glass is made, and why it turns blue over time…
Round 2
I actually finished my second iteration of 99 beers back in the spring sometime, but there was a backup in mug production. Now, my status as a local (or a lush… 50 years old and this is how you spend your time?) is confirmed.
A foggy morning and a downy (hairy?) woodpecker, home sweet home.
After a serious trimming last year, this redbud looks much better.
When Brattleboro’s new eight bay Tesla charging station went in last year, we were the most rural of any spot on the nationwide supercharger network. I don’t know if that’s still true or not, but it is very cool to have them here. I have definitely seen more Teslas in town than I would expect simply from local owners.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 