We’ve been out and about, playing tourists in different directions on different days. Yesterday we headed east to Mystic Seaport and the wonderful tall ships. One of them had a training crew up in the rigging, pulling in the sails which was wonderful to see. We couldn’t imagine doing that or living on such a vessel, which went sailed for 80 years on whaling expeditions. I think I would have been sick.
It was a great day to be outside, with the air blowing off the harbor and the bright leaves shining like beacons from across the water.
Today was a bit more cloudy but still good for driving. We mapped out a foliage route up to the northwest, driving up to Litchfield and having lunch in a little place on Main Street. We took back roads and enjoyed the bright splashes of color across the hills. I was glad my dad drove so I could just enjoy what I was seeing – but I want to go back to enjoy the wineries.
Tomorrow I’m back to work and water aerobics while my parents take off for a few days with friends they’ve known for almost 50 years and haven’t seen for over 25. I envy that they’ve kept in touch that long and it reminds me to stay in touch with those I’ve known for years.
Random Thoughts of a Disordered Mind 