bristol

I broke my ankle last Wednesday  yet still made it to the Bristol Rhythm and Roots Reunion this past weekend. My mother kept the kids. I would have never attempted it with them, but John carried my chair and fetched beer and was altogether gallant about the whole big black immobilizer boot thing. I'm in the boot for a few weeks.

My favorite thing about Bristol is seeing a flat out country band and then walking down to check out some thrashing cello with a percussive dancer. I'm going to be checking out Dave Eggar and DEORO again.

house on a hill

It is yellowing and spidery and weedy. I love the yellows of the goldenrod on my rural commute to school while the kids watch for their favorite horses and donkies along the way. It has been in the forties at night and every morning the kids think we need heat or a fire, and I laugh and tell them to close the open windows.

september

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