Father's Day

So many people have problems with their fathers. I am so happy to not be one of those people. My Dad is genuinely the nicest guy I know. Happy father's day dad. We made him a pie, correction, Jen made him a pie. She made one for her dad too. Cards... the whole deal. They came over before she had finished baking it. It's all ok. It was a nice visit.

My day started early. I went to rietta ranch in Hubbardston. I actually woke at 5:30. This happens to me on vacation. The stress goes away and I wake up really early all the time. So, I went to rietta.

Rietta Ranch is an anomaly. It is a mixing ground of cultures all centered around what really amounts to junk. Yes, I bought stuff there today. I bought three books for my students and one (total trashy novel) for me. I also bought a crosscut of a geode for Henry... (50 cents!! YEAH!!) Jenny and I have this running joke about Rietta. We were walking there a few years ago when this guy stepped out in front of us and exclaimed, the hope evident on his face "Good morning folks, come take a look at my African Art." It was pronounced "Gud Monin fokes... cum take a luk at my AAAfricen AAt." Like he was from Jersey. Total running joke. And that's Rietta. These people, that I would literally walk away from if they approached me in .... anywhere... are now part of the experience and are, well, welcomed, and mixed in with people that I know and that look ok, like my friends Tom and Lucy who I met there, or my parent's neighbor Rosella, who I bet was there even though I didn't actually see her. I got there at 6:30 and the place was absolutely packed. There were people selling incense, soap, porn, old records, rip off baseball hats, dvd's, plants, motors, unrecognizable tools. Old Asian women selling round paintings of cat faces on ceramic disks. It was, and always is amazing.

I got home and readied myself for church: Type out song sheets, print out song sheets, shower, pack up everything, ask Henry if he want's to come with me, find Henry's shoes, pack up Henry's miscellaneous items, and off to church.

Church went well, second week with drums in the mix and it went off fairly well. Jenny told me that I could take us anywhere I wanted to for supper because it was father's day. I chose.....Duguay's Fried Chicken and Seafood. (btw, Duguay's, under spell check options, comes up as Druggies... interesting) Maybe it was because of my Rietta experience that I couldn't get Gardner out of my head, but.... yes.... Duguay's. The place burned down a while ago, maybe a year or two. I was devastated when it went. Although I really only go there like once a year, if that, it is the only place that I like for Fried Chicken. Without an option for decent fried chicken, life seemed a bit dull. I was thrilled when I heard it was reopening last year. This was my first time ordering since it burned. I am happy to report that the food tastes the same... GREAT! Chicken, Jo jo's, cranberry sauce and cole slaw! Yes!

I ended the day by watching half of "The other F-Word" a documentary about Punk Rockers that are now Dads and how they're coping with the responsibility. What a great movie. I'll finish it tomorrow. I need sleep time, I wake up early during vacation...
vacation
...... vacation

lets just keep saying it.
vacation
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