Another American Adventure: no news

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

no news

Not much news to report other than this photo that John sent last week - the parking lot of the motel where he is staying in Wexford. (I miss my bicycle!) He's working hard and looking for a more permanent place to live.

Meanwhile, Jubilee and I are packing up, getting ready to roll. The pool is looking great and being cared for by Mike. Kevin is keeping the yard up. I hope the a/c keeps running. (The past 2 summers it has conked out on us, and needed $$$ repair work while we were away.)

It's hot in Florida now. I daydream about getting a shaved ice machine. Everyone tells us how cool Pittsburgh is, so rest assured, this blog will pick up once we get there. We're planning to leave either the 1st or 2nd of July. I have to wait until a crown for my tooth comes in before I can leave.

2 comments:

E. Antonio CioffolettiJune 17, 2010 at 11:48 AM
We'll be driving back from NY around the same time you'll be leaving FL.
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beth cioffolettiJune 19, 2010 at 1:58 PM
Keep in touch! We may be passing on the road or something ...
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.