Sign seen over the door to a restaurant en route to Danbury, N.C. from Greensboro, N.C. this past weekend:
"Duke's Restaurant -- Meat and 2 Veggies -- $5.00"
Meat.
Another sign -- tacked to a telephone pole by the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere:
"Repent"
I have repented and continue to repent. Why do I have the feeling it might turn out to be a full-time job?
To sum up: Greensboro -- a nice town, and green enough to warrant its name.
Am now back in northern Vermont. The last 2-3 days in North Carolina were sunny, genuinely warm -- Vermont surprised me with similar weather when I landed in Burlington yesterday afternoon. Warm, hazy, skies partially sunny. The elevated temperatures must have jump-started the peepers 'cause they're out in force along the small river that winds its way alongside Route 14 down in the valley -- loud enough that I can hear them up here. Birds are carrying on, all sorts of insects have appeared (inside and outside the house). Greenery's starting up.
Inside my personal hilltop fiefdom, the house remains in a state of semi-chaos. I'll probably be working away at that for weeks to come. Which gives me a reason to live, I suppose. This weekend a bunch of weirdos will be here visiting for a couple of days of fun -- I'm trying to get enough cleaning/organizing done that I'll feel comfortable having people in the space in its current state.
There's a lot going on in this little life of mine, though you wouldn't know it by the lack of entries in this journal. It's because of the quantity of things happening that there's been precious little writing. That will change.