Sunday, July 15, 2012

A Captive of Cabin 59

Once again we have gone away to adult summer camp, entering the no-bad-news grounds of Chautauqua. This is the view of our neighbors' front porch, much like ours with its stars and stripes flying. Last night we were greeted by sunny skies and a nice breeze that turned into a rather frightening thunderstorm around 7 AM.

Thinking the rain had abated, around 10 this morning I rode my trusty rental bike over to practice the piano for a while in cabin #59, where I will spend quite a few hours this week. My optimism about the weather made me forget to take a rain poncho, an umbrella, or even a plastic bag to protect my music.

Midway through my hour I looked outside to find what seemed like never-ending rain. I glanced around my renovated practice cabin with its shiny Steinway, air-conditioning, and windows that no longer had to be propped open with big sticks.

But even with all those amenities, I eventually wanted to go home. I called my husband on the cell phone I luckily did have with me and he walked over to rescue me with all the rain gear I had neglected to bring, including a towel for my very wet bike seat.

This afternoon the sun is once again out and our thoughts are turning to dinner. I went in search of a beautiful patch of wild mint we had discovered 2 years ago. I finally found it on dead-end Bliss Street. It will lend an Italian touch to the CSA zucchini that is on our dinner menu. I delivered the mint and prepped the kale and zucchini. Someone else will make dinner and perhaps I will help clean up before we head out to an evening of Sondheim and Andrew Lloyd Webber.
It's great to be back in this place we have grown to love!
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Location:Chautauqua, NY


Blogger Gary said...

Wild mint on Bliss Street :)

I have missed your posting but it seems you are doing swimmingly.

2:02 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

Does your husband play an instrument too?

7:17 AM  
Blogger Barbara said...

Gary -- It is so nice to hear from you. Little did I know, but there is actually mint growing behind our house. However, it was much more fun rediscovering the patch on Bliss Street!

Pauline -- My husband does not play music, although he enjoys listening to it. However, he is doing something rather adventurous. He is taking a class in poetry writing. His teacher, who is from Liberia, has quite a personal story reflected in her work. He is showing signs of becoming a good poet after just 3 days.

You would be a phenomenal poetry teacher in this setting!

1:15 PM  

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