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Downbeat Delaware adventure
Aug. 4th, 2008 02:32 amHit the road at 2pm Friday. Kingston we grabbed the bro, who hopped into the back seat with Mookie and we continued to the cottage in Western NY. Google maps points out that New York is shaped a bit like a mini-Texas.
We stayed the night at the cottage, and Mookie stayed the next day - her place taken by big sis - while we continued to "greater Wilmington" but really just a long highway, and checked in to meet up with The Extendeds.
Dinner. The restaurant reminded me just briefly of the assisted-living place where my grandmother spent her last few years. Yet the service was good, food surprisingly so. We stayed at the hotel, and the next day made our way out to the plot with the stone. I'd prepped a version of El Moleh Rachamim which we incorporated into the unveiling service.
We never stopped by the old place, but it actually looks pretty good - not too different, not at all depressing and maybe, with the li'l sis who couldn't make this trip, we'll be back.
I hope so.
There are memories I really want to keep alive.
(This post wasn't as fragmented as it might have been, as I read The Road on the trip. Even so, Cormac McCarthy's style is liberating in its minimalism. Gave me something about which to converse with the bro. Win-win-win as they'd say in Scranton.)
We stayed the night at the cottage, and Mookie stayed the next day - her place taken by big sis - while we continued to "greater Wilmington" but really just a long highway, and checked in to meet up with The Extendeds.
Dinner. The restaurant reminded me just briefly of the assisted-living place where my grandmother spent her last few years. Yet the service was good, food surprisingly so. We stayed at the hotel, and the next day made our way out to the plot with the stone. I'd prepped a version of El Moleh Rachamim which we incorporated into the unveiling service.
We never stopped by the old place, but it actually looks pretty good - not too different, not at all depressing and maybe, with the li'l sis who couldn't make this trip, we'll be back.
I hope so.
There are memories I really want to keep alive.
(This post wasn't as fragmented as it might have been, as I read The Road on the trip. Even so, Cormac McCarthy's style is liberating in its minimalism. Gave me something about which to converse with the bro. Win-win-win as they'd say in Scranton.)
