July 27: Mach and Cheese

Today's post is dedicated to old things. Today we never fix things - we throw them away and buy another. Being in the eastern United States has shown me so much history, antiques, old homes, and vintage stuff. There really is something about something old - restored, refurbished, and made new again. Something that you can't get new.

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different." - C.S. Lewis

"I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape." - Charles Dickens

This is all I see of Bobby when he's sleeping.

The beginning or end of the bonfire.

Aaron and I started off the day by visiting the old people next door. I was surprised that my dad came down to see Aaron. We didn't visit long because - they get so tired out. (Eye Roll) Then Terry had the great idea to go out to lunch at Mach's Market, which is in Vermont - a very pleasant drive. Mach's Market has a deli and gourmet type meats and cheeses. They also do catering. The market itself sits atop a fast running stream. There is a window that looks down on the stream, which used to be open. The cool air from below would come through the open hatch and cool the entire building. With today's regulations and so many stupid people in the world - the hatch is sealed shut and you can only look through to see the stream. We all had really good sandwiches freshly made, BLTs and Cubans. Excellent. A very nice place to see, purchase unique food items, and have lunch. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

When we got back, Aaron and I went across the street to see what we could find in the attic. We found so many files that belonged to the old people. These files were full of dirty jokes. So many dirty jokes... so many racist jokes... so many copies of dirty/racist jokes. We had a bonfire to send this part of our family history up in smoke. This is not what we are about and not what we want others to think about our family. It was sort of therapeutic, but I also felt like I had to do this to wash away this ugly stain... so it wouldn't stick to me. Cleansed by fire. In the evening, just for something to do, we set off Terry's leftover fireworks from the Fourth.