Tucked into our little brookside hideaway, we watched the snow fall. Unlike the Big Apple, we only had 5-6 inches. Travel was not interrupted. As a matter of fact, we drove into Liberty that day. Having just seen the movie Fargo the night before, we thought we'd been teleported to the Coen brothers' next film in the quirky noir genre. All that was missing was blood.
Liberty is best described as an armpit. Gone are the glory days when New York City slickers traveled upstate to stay in luxury accomodations with good food, fresh air and entertainment galore. The fresh air remains; the rest stinks.
But, we made a remarkable discovery: real New York bagels and bialys. Not only are they delicious, they are cheap compared to the ones sold in NYC. I had a cinnamon raisin today, keeping the poppy/sesame/everythings hostage in my freezer. If you visit, I might release one into your custody.
On our way up to the woods, we picked up Turbo, the wonder dog. Marty took him out of the car in front of our house, and when he turned around to unpack all our stuff, Mr. T had walked away. A miracle! Ten days in the country did him a world of good. It wasn't too shabby for me and Marty either. Great friends, food, time spent relaxing, reading, walking, enjoying.
Recovery to Equilibrium
1 year ago
1 comment:
Sounds terrific!
I'll be there in the spring. Save me some poppy bagels, please.
Go Turbo!
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