Rain –> mushrooms
Choral Intermission
My own private island
Lately, I’ve been hanging around with a number of people who own their own islands, and, honestly, I think that’s pretty cool.
A couple of months ago we found this slab of wood in one of our local used furniture shops, and had the base custom fabricated.
Now, I too have my own private island, and best of all, it fits in my kitchen!
802 Burger
Our latest local food truck attempt is called 802 Burger, and it appears to be a couple of teenagers who thought they could make a go of the restaurant business. Unfortunately, I have been waiting almost 20 minutes for my burger, even though there are only a couple of other patrons. At the premium prices they’re charging, this sort of thing just won’t work.
We really need a creative, professional, strong town manager, and the search has been long. Now it recommences with a glowingly optimistic ad.
What they don’t say, and perhaps why the two previous candidates backed out: divided town council, fractious citizenry, largest employer in region on the way out.
In Brattleboro you get extra points for fixing your truck with both plywood AND duct tape, and even more points for echoing those super-fly factory upgrade portholes in your repair job.
New highway bridge going up across the West River in Brattleboro
The new span will take the place of the two rusting bridges that used to be there, one of which remains and is currently handling traffic in both directions.
The project seems to be going exactly according to plan, but it does make a person think about scale… This bridge is estimated to cost more than $60 million. People in Brattleboro are really agonizing over a budget shortfall of less than half a million this year.
Yesterday’s torrential rains created a bonanza for roofers and handymen today.
Baby skunks are waaayyy cuter than I realized. They look like they have a sheepskin rug tossed over them.
Still, they will probably have to be relocated to skunk heaven.
It’s more than OK to let your inner fabulous out with pink duct tape when your hand-me-down LeSabre springs a headlight.
Home sweet home
We have it pretty good here in Brattleboro: I don’t have to fly to France to live in a place where I can walk down the block to get fresh bread and croissants. Now, if only we could have a place where bread and wine were available at French prices and just about everything else was available at US prices.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 