July 6, North Andover.
Wednesday, July 06, 2011
Double baptism.
July 6, North Andover.
Two-year-old Argio and six-month-old Nicolas were baptized today at Saint Michale's Catholic Church in North Andover by Father Jerry Logan, the national circus chaplain.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
A trailer with a view.
July 5, North Andover, Massachusetts (58 miles, North Andover middle school.)
The Fourth.
July 4, Penacook.
Great Fourth of July party and bike parade contest, where judges Brian and LeBron awarded a prize for as many categories as there were contestants ("Best man in a Cage" went to Casey; even Nathan won as "Best Non-decorated Non-Participant.") We were all laughing our head off.
Fridman had decorated Nicolas' tricycle with recycled Coke and Pepsi bottles trailing in the back, and Carolyn put all sorts of red-white-and-blue ribbons on Dylan's bike.
Monday, July 04, 2011
Doubles.
July 4, Penacook.
There is a bike decoration parade after the last show to celebrate the Fourth. Carolyn helped the kids set up their bikes this morning.
Laconia.
July 4, Penacook.
We moved last night after the shows because of the rain.
It was three very good days in Laconia, jam-packed full houses every show but one, great lot and location. The happy days were marred by a little circus fracas, and very sad news for a dear circus friend.
We moved last night after the shows because of the rain.
It was three very good days in Laconia, jam-packed full houses every show but one, great lot and location. The happy days were marred by a little circus fracas, and very sad news for a dear circus friend.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
Yard sales.
July 2, Laconia.
I am your economy's worst nightmare.
It has been years since I bought anything new: other than food, shoes and underwear, next to nothing I buy comes from a store. Used is the word, out of principle (it's already out there so why not reuse and save a little precious energy and resources?) but really, let's be honest, because both Fridman and I enjoy the treasure chase so much.
The one store we patronize religiously is called Goodwill.
Yard sales, moving sales, porch sales, barn sales, tag sales, basement sales, church sales, garage sales, we've been to all and we love them all. Each one is like a little Christmas in a ride, you open your presents in the morning and you don't know what you'll find. Looking through people's stuff, the proverbial window into their lives, the books they read, or won't, the linen nobody uses anymore, the must-have clothes the teenager won't be caught dead wearing now, and walking away with that scooter we've been coveting since Dylan had his stolen last year (another garage-sale buy, of course,) a hundred-year-old trunk covered in dust and drowned memories, Christmas ornaments, a world history book's edition from 1880, the leather soft like paper, made-in-England, Stratford's "Scenes from the Shakespeare Country" plates, pale rose, like so much family history ("these were my mother's, they're old.")
No finding these in a store.
We are your economy's worst nightmare.
I am your economy's worst nightmare.
It has been years since I bought anything new: other than food, shoes and underwear, next to nothing I buy comes from a store. Used is the word, out of principle (it's already out there so why not reuse and save a little precious energy and resources?) but really, let's be honest, because both Fridman and I enjoy the treasure chase so much.
The one store we patronize religiously is called Goodwill.
Yard sales, moving sales, porch sales, barn sales, tag sales, basement sales, church sales, garage sales, we've been to all and we love them all. Each one is like a little Christmas in a ride, you open your presents in the morning and you don't know what you'll find. Looking through people's stuff, the proverbial window into their lives, the books they read, or won't, the linen nobody uses anymore, the must-have clothes the teenager won't be caught dead wearing now, and walking away with that scooter we've been coveting since Dylan had his stolen last year (another garage-sale buy, of course,) a hundred-year-old trunk covered in dust and drowned memories, Christmas ornaments, a world history book's edition from 1880, the leather soft like paper, made-in-England, Stratford's "Scenes from the Shakespeare Country" plates, pale rose, like so much family history ("these were my mother's, they're old.")
No finding these in a store.
We are your economy's worst nightmare.
Marketing strategies for all occasions.
July 2, Laconia.
The sign at Laconia Monument, next to Union Cemetery: "Drive safely. We can wait."
The sign at Laconia Monument, next to Union Cemetery: "Drive safely. We can wait."
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Friday, July 01, 2011
New Hampshire.
July 1, Laconia.
This the Kelly Miller Circus' first time in New Hampshire, and our first time too.
At the first rest area on the highway up here there was a giant liquor store, closed at that time of the morning, and beer bottles on the empty parking lot. Seat belts are not mandatory here, and that reminds me of my friend Florence's work as an emergency room nurse in Paris when she was in medical school, the endless combination of injuries she witnessed due to people not wearing their seat belts, even when they were just going around the block.
There was only one show today, at seven-thirty, and while Fridman and the kids followed the Poemas to a park up in the mountains, where the Hanneford Circus is also playing, I savored a few hours kids-free.
There are beautiful, impressive old houses in this town, and I walked downtown and marveled. There is also an impressive list of yard sales, can't wait till tomorrow.
This the Kelly Miller Circus' first time in New Hampshire, and our first time too.
At the first rest area on the highway up here there was a giant liquor store, closed at that time of the morning, and beer bottles on the empty parking lot. Seat belts are not mandatory here, and that reminds me of my friend Florence's work as an emergency room nurse in Paris when she was in medical school, the endless combination of injuries she witnessed due to people not wearing their seat belts, even when they were just going around the block.
There was only one show today, at seven-thirty, and while Fridman and the kids followed the Poemas to a park up in the mountains, where the Hanneford Circus is also playing, I savored a few hours kids-free.
There are beautiful, impressive old houses in this town, and I walked downtown and marveled. There is also an impressive list of yard sales, can't wait till tomorrow.
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