8.01.2008

There are some green hills far away...

JAKE-There are some green hills far away alright, and we are nestled down snugly in their midst. It is hard to believe what is really going on. We are living in an hotel in the middle of downtown South Royalton. Welcome to hot summers and no air conditioning, it is hot in our home without fans on and windows open. Welcome to flies buzzing about; they are your new friends: name them, love them. How can i describe this place. We are living in a little girls vintage dollhouse that has been broken by her little brother but has been fixed up nicely on two floors. The third and fourth floors are battered and rundown and in need of some loving care; think of it as when you are a kid and went exploring in houses being built, its in that condition on floors 3 and 4. We walked around Chelsea's campus today, it took two minutes. Her campus consists of old-timey Victorian houses. Her campus reminds me of the "ye olde village" that you stroll though at your local county fair. Heres a noodle scratcher: imagine you are driving on a winding two lane road when you come to pass under a bridge and the road suddenly becomes a single lane game of death with the cars coming from the opposite direction. Suddenly you are playing chicken with a farm boy in his jacked-up four wheel drive truck. Well, this is indeed what happens on Vermont state road 14 coming into town. How is this even reasonable? Perhaps we are in the nexus of reason: down is up, white is black. Well, hello for now everyone.

2 comments:

susan m hinckley said...

speechless . . . . and, I admit it, a little amused. Bon chance, mes amis. xo

susan m hinckley said...

Hannah says, "at least it's not haunted. I live on an actual indian burial ground!" Are you sorry you watched that scary show the night before you left? At least your house wasn't a civil war hospital where they would stash bodies in the tower during typhoid outbreaks.