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Last night Peter, Aviva, Jay and I went to the opening dinner for the annual Poetry Festival in Sharon Springs. I wrote about this terrific event last year and it was such fun to be back for a second time. Once again, the food and the setting were perfect. Paul Muldoon, the founder of the…
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Sunday 9/29/19 erev Rosh Hashana Jay and I had a stroll through the dockside visitor center and around the Saguenay water front. Based on what we heard from folks who did bus tours, we didn’t miss much. The huge German ship that we had docked near in Quebec was also docked in Saguenay when we…
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Saturday 9/28/19 I made an error in my last entry – we sailed right past Montreal and on through the night, reaching Quebec City late morning. We’ll stop in Montreal, our final stop, on the way back upriver. We had a beautiful day in Quebec, cool and sunny, perfect for walking. The low lying area…
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9/24/19 We tied up yesterday afternoon at Rome, NY, the highest point on the canal, and the place where the work on it was begun in 1817. There was a tour of Ft, Stanwicx, a recreation of a pre-Revolutionary War fort. It would be a good place to visit with grand-kids to give them a…
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A fox bounded across Gulf Road in front of us in the pre-dawn dark Friday morning just past Brian’s place. He took two huge leaps and barely seemed to touch the ground before he disappeared into the woods. We were off on the trip that has been on the calendar for months, heading first for…
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On Tuesday night Charlie and I rousted the huge flock of geese that have gathered on the hill. Going out for our last walk of the day in the near dark at eight, we didn’t expect to see them, because they’re usually down at the pond by that hour. But they were quite close to…
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Tamar called Friday afternoon. I should have noted that it was odd for her to call during her work day, but I’m just always so happy to see her name on the phone screen that I didn’t stop to think. But it was a sad call. Our Mom’s cousin, Bob Bookchin, had died. Mom was…
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Friday morning I discovered a lovely spider sitting in the beautiful web she (or he? how can you tell?) had strung between the driver’s side mirror on the Prius and the driver’s side window. I thought it was a shame that her web would get blown away on the drive into Cooperstown, but I couldn’t…
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This morning when Charlie and I walked down the hill, and again before lunch, the driveway was covered with little slugs. They were no more than two inches long, slender, with two little horns on the front of what could scarcely be called a head – just the leading edge of the little body. At…
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Charlie and I walked out at 6:00 on the most beautiful morning of the year (so far). Even little Charlie cast a long shadow in the early light, and my shadow extended far into the meadow Jay has been cutting. The morning light was beautiful, with a little mist over the pond. But it was…
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