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Happy Birthday, Hadley

This year is my hometown’s 350th anniversary, and today is the HUGE celebratory parade. It promises to be the hugest parade Hadley has ever had with 18 bands, 26 floats, and an $80,000 budget. I’m stuck at work, and feeling kind of grateful for an excuse to opt out. I kind of loathe militaristic parades from my days in the high school marching band. I satisfied my curiosity by altering my commute this morning. At T-minus 1.5 hrs, Route 9 was lined with lawn chairs, balloon and snack vendors, signs for residential parking fees (two bros were charging $10/car!), and stray band kids, presumably walking to Burger King for breakfast. I wish Hadley would have used $80,000 for something a little less lame…

Hey, I’m trying to stay positive, this community raised me. So here are some of my favorite things about Hadley:

– Hadley “Grass” (asparagus) and sweet corn – abundant in the summer
– The Montgomery Rose Greenhouses – lit to an orange-y glow at night, spectacular in the wintertime
The Porter-Phelps-Huntington House Museum – supposedly haunted; The sunken garden is where I want to get married if I decide to get married
The Norwottuck Rail Trail – especially the lattice truss bridge over the Connecticut River where “EB U R THE 1 4 ME” is tagged
The Hadley Salvation Army store – impressive size, selection, and organization
– Frequent hot air balloon sightings – once one landed in our backyard! I was at soccer practice
– Mt. Warner pond – I fell asleep to the sound of crickets and bullfrogs
The Food Bank Farm – amazing cutting flower garden, great cause
Flayvors of Cook Farm and The North Hadley Sugar Shack – local maple syrup (get Grade B! I learned my lesson) and maple syrup ice cream
Moody Bridge Road – protected as conservation area under the leadership of Keith’s boss
Hadley Garden Center – Indeed, “Everything You Need To Make Your Garden Grow”
Lakeside PYO Strawberries – one of the fields borders on our property, and my sister still sneaks out for berries after dark


Neighborhood Raid

FBI agents, probing Connecticut bank robbery, raid Northampton home

Keith came home from a smoke/walk the other night and announced, “I think there’s a drug bust!” There was police tape blocking off the sidewalk, and an officer asked him to cross the street. But we picked the perp wrong: my neighbor’s a suspected bank robber and kidnapper!

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

I’m not proud of my poor sun protection regimen. Currently, my idiotic judgement has left me with this ridiculous “farmer” tan:

Oh, and I permanently have a sports bra scarred into my back from last summer.

Ugh, I’m convinced I’m going to have skin cancer.

Show Off

I can’t believe I’ve never been to the Trading Post of South Amherst before now!  It’s in the same building complex as the Moan and Dove.  The ladies are really nice and cut me a deal on my purchases, probably because they want me to come back.  But also because they really liked my new “retro” glasses:

I bought them at Fabulous Fanny’s while I was in NY, and I went through hell to have the correct size shipped to me!  Guess which Bardian works there?

Anyways, here is my new mirror from the Trading Post mounted above my bureau.

Here comes a myriad of photos of new things.
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First Harvest

Grammie bought me a Delphinium.

My first mini harvest: baby lettuce greens, thyme/dill, cherry belle radishes. Used these in a delicious tuna salad for lunch!


Lilacs at my dads

Lilacs at my dad's

One of my favorite flower tricks: To make cut lilac blossoms last a little longer, hammer the stems of your cuttings, splitting about an inch of the wood stem.

Lilac season is fleeting, and over for this year. Place I didn’t make it to: Lilacland in Pelham, MA. The good news is my gram gave me a couple suckers to start in my yard! This will be a landscaping experiment.

Reflections: Slacks

I finally retired my favorite pair of pants yet: black, high-waisted Bill Blass jeans, perfectly cropped + tapered for my height, and with a double belt loop at the rear.  I bought them a year ago at the Hudson Goodwill for about five bucks.  I knew they were on their final leg (ha-ha) when the crotch area began to shred and the right knee ripped.  But then, last week while I was in Brooklyn, the button fly just popped right off!  And landed in the toilet.  Right after I had gone #2.  FML.

Now I am struggling to accept my new pair of everyday pants.  I got a pair of BDG slacks for my birthday.  I had to hem 8 INCHES off of them (I’m a very average 5’4″).  $60 pants shouldn’t need any altering.  I also learned an important lesson while hemming my new pants:  Listening to Lesley Gore will sewing sounds like a good idea until the sewing machine gives you technical difficulties.  Then you are stuck raging at the bobbin case and listening to “It’s My Party.”

Here I am wearing my pants for the last time in Cam’s Greenpoint appartment.

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