Tag Archive: Vermont


Life Is Made of This Stuff

Leaf Peepers  VS Locals:  

Admit it.  We all do it, it’s why we suffer through five or so months of blizzards and freezing cold and then mud season and pot hole hell – the leaves ignite themselves in a final blaze of glory, a testament to the last hurrah before they subside into their survival mode for the winter.  It’s when we can take pride in the New England we call home and breath deep.  That full bellied inhalation fills our lungs with a smell, atmosphere, and feeling that only fall can produce.  It hints at the days to come, while carrying the last dying scents of summer along the current of change.  We complain about the “busy buddies” with nothing to do, who travel from many a mile to see the leaves, slowing down to thirty in a fifty five and slamming on the brakes whenever they see a flash of red or gold.  True, they can make a drive to and back from work suicidal at best sometimes and we can wonder at their apparent lack of concern for the angry drivers that are forced to creep along behind them, but we would be lying if we didn’t say we know why they do it.  It is a beautiful time of year, one we sometimes forget in the mad rush to prepare for winter and our chastising about all we failed to get done during the summer.  The “leaf peepers” remind us to stop and take a look at our surroundings, stop bitching about our lots in life, and realize that at least one of Vermont’s seasons still captivates our attention. 

 

Fall in Vermont is like a wakeup call before the frost of wondering why we stick around.  It’s a good reminder of a certain crossroads point we all reach in our lives.  Fall reminds me that there is moments of light and flashes of color in times of gray and cold wandering.  I have realized that we all reach segments in our lives were we have flat stretches of life that do not jive with where we want to be.  It’s not a bad thing per say, it just is what it is.  We don’t have to like it or want to do it, but for the moment, we need to do it.  That’s my realization or the week (or month maybe).  I am at one of those points in my life where I have no desire to be where I am, struggling to just make some ends meet so that I can get to another point in my life that will be a want, not just a need.  On the other hand, I’m trying not put off life.  I’ve done that before, multiple times.  I’m still learning to avoid this dangerous path in life, but I know I will continue to stray when things get tough.  Still, I am also not fooling myself into thinking that I will be stuck in this rut forever.  It’s a short term part of my life that is based on what has to be done in order to get to those juicier bits of what it means to keep going.  Goals help a great deal in my opinion.  Right now, I am saving the money I am making right now to hopefully buy me some more reliable transportation and if my dreams can come true, I am vying for a Mini Cooper.  I have always wanted one and this is just the motivation I need to get there.  With that Mini, I am hoping upon hope to reach my ultimate goal: if I can survive things as they are until May of 2012, I plan to travel across the American Mid West.  It’s a dream, but a doable one that I am planning to stick to.  Right now, it’s what’s getting me through and probably what will continue to do so for the next few months. 

 

Vermont Fall

Welcoming a New Life:

It’s an easy thing for me to get all wrapped up in my little existence and forget about all the other things and people out there that have their own takes on life.  One great reminder is in the welcoming of a new life.  My sister’s boyfriend’s sister had her baby a week early, Friday October 14th, weighing in at 4 lbs and 11 ounces.  Now, I am not one to think that all babies are cute, quite the opposite really, but I have to say that she is absolutely beautiful!  Holding her while she was quietly dreaming, comfortably wrapped in her blanket and surrounded by people that love her so much, it adds a good dash of perspective to what’s really important.  I wish her all the luck in this scary and brand new world and I hope that the hardships she will come to face will only serve to make her stronger and ready to take on anything that life throws at her.  She has plenty of people looking out for her along the way and I guess that’s a good enough reason for me to keep finding ways of outrunning life’s little speed bumps.  It has and always will be the little things in life and as long as I can keep reminding myself that they are out there if I only look hard enough for them, each day will get a bit brighter than the next. 

Mable's First day of life

Moving Up

Friday was move day for a lot of people apparently, which meant 80 degree heat while waiting in a queue for the stairs to become available while holding a TV set.  On the other hand, it was raining cats and dogs, so what better day to move? 

A friend of mine was moving out of his little apartment in little ol’ Poultney and moving up in the world (both literally and figuratively) to the world of Ludlow where he could be closer to his work.  Ludlow is an awesome town – it’s a bit of a resort town because it is the home of Okemo mountain, but it’s not too much of a resort destination to make the locals go crazy with the prospect of easy-earned cash.  It’s definitely not as desolate as Poultney (sorry, but it’s true) and yet it isn’t over the top. 

His new apartment was located in an old hotel that was renovated for time share opportunities – and let me tell you, this place would please even the most seasoned time share family!  With its own kitchen, deck overlooking the river, fireplace, full bedroom and bath, and being fully furnished and stocked, this apartment was one of the nicest ones I have ever seen!  After we finally got everything unloaded from both our vehicles and into the apartment, we stopped for food.  It was a nice walk downtown and we decided to stop and eat at The Pot Belly Pub & Restaurant.  They serve some pretty great food with local enhancements – they make their own root beer, a Vermont burger with Angus beef, quite a few dishes involving local maple syrup, and more.  It was a delicious lunch after a long day of hard work! 

The drive back to Poultney from Ludlow is one of the most beautiful and easy drives!  I arrived back home wishing it had lasted a bit longer, but it was good to be back in time for dinner and a movie.  We are still working our way through my dad’s birthday DVD’s, so we decided to stick in one we hadn’t seen yet – ala Knowing

In retrospect…….I think we are going to see if they’ll buy it back from us.  That movie was wacked.  It was not what we were expecting, which sometimes can be a good thing, but this time…..I don’t know.  It was interesting in a way, but also pretty depressing and definitely isn’t going on our “favorites” shelf.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my Friday in a nut shell.

New Home!

A little river view from your deck?

 

Welcome home Brian!

 

Well, Wednesday mostly comprised of laying stone at the work site, which is tedious and wreaks havoc on my knees, but hey, something’s gotta pay for gas!  Thursday however was another day entirely.  Thursday was another day interning at EQX which is one of those places where you will never get bored with doing the same thing because it doesn’t happen very often. 

I think I’m starting to get the hang of things and am even getting to do some of it on my own.  It’s challenging and a bit scary sometimes being outside of my normal, very narrow comfort zone, but that’s what makes it interesting and a great learning experience! 

Season Finale of Glee

I know it’s Friday now (I’ll have a post for the day by tonight or tomorrow morning), but I only just finished watching the Glee season finale.

Yes, I’m a gleek – I really don’t follow any other shows (besides Bones of course…..bastards), but for some reason, I really love Glee.  I think it’s because instead of being just about the kids or just singing, it’s a good mix of both, plus the music they use is awesome.  I am a huge 80’s and 90’s fan, so it kind of fits my style.  Also, they haven’t completely ruined the show by now, which is what all the others

Bones to the Rescue!

 do.  There are no cliff-hangers or scandalous stories, just some uplifting journey’s from the perspective of outcasts.  The season finale righted most of the wrongs (no spoilers here!), had a few surprising twists, and did it all to Journey and Queen songs, which by my standards, is the coolest thing about it. 

Go ahead, call me a gleek, but I’m hooked and I can’t wait until next season!

Yes, it’s that time of year – Poultney is having its annual Town-wide yard sale today!  It’s that one day a year where every town member pulls out a slew of their junk and tries to pawn it off on someone else – as they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. 

I am a firm believer that yard sales brings out the best and the worst in all of us.  The best because we are humbled by our complimentary need to have our own belongings welcomed into a new home, while at the same time we look for new things to replace the old.  There is a certain amount of comradery involved when sifting through the collections of someone elses livelihoods – we all want something, only to be rebuked by the knowledge that they are in the same position. 

On the other hand, sometimes yard sales can have the opposite effect.  Call me old-fashioned, but as times change some of the chivalry involved in the ritualistic act of weekend lawn shopping has died.  My parents being antique dealers, artists, and connoisseurs of just about anything metal, wood, funky and fantastic, I was raised on a firm and ever growing belief in the treasures of another’s possessions.  I spent my weekends at yard sales around the state, my

My little hometown of happy memories!

 parents never passing up an opportunity to make “one last stop” – we also never came away with our arms empty.  Yes, I’ll admit that for many a years, I hated being dragged out at the crack of dawn “so we won’t miss all the good stuff!”, but as I grew older I came to embrace and ultimately enjoy our little outings.  Now, I realize that as all things must lose their perfection once held in the eye of a youth, yard sales are not what it used to be.  Blame it on the economy, Ebay, or simply my own meandering misinterpretation, the world seems a little more devoid of those priceless finds and the enthusiasm for garage sale hunting trips is now a lackluster concern for the aged or out-of-towners looking for a little variety. 

Before I get too carried away though, I must emphasize that although things may be changing, Poultney still puts on a good show.  It is hard to break town traditions and almost impossible to do so in one of this size. 

Frankly, I often believe that it is the conjoined efforts of small-town communities that bring about the strongest sense of being and encouragement for change in the present and for the future, not the “global communities” we strive to implement today. 

So cheers Poultney – to another succesful year of putting smiles on the faces of those that understand the importance of passing on tradition.  Skol!

 

Green Mountain College in Poultney, Vermont

Upon arrival in the fall at Green Mountain College, I will be entering the next phase of my life as an undergraduate senior in Communications.  Amazing how time flies.  As part of my major, I have the opportunity to complete an internship over the summer in order to accumulate field experience in a given profession.  Now, as I have absolutely no clue what I’m gong to do with my life, this was somewhat difficult.  However, I had always been interested in seeing

Manchester's Real Alternative Rock Station!

 how a radio station works from the inside out and knew that I would gain valuable experience if I found the right place to spend my summer – which I did.  You are now reading about the newest member of the interning crew at WEQX, Manchester‘s number one alternative rock station! Two days a week I spend my time updating websites, listening to the coolest music, and learning how a great radio station really works. 

This Tuesday in particular was very wet and unfortunately WEQX was off-air again  – I should explain.  Remember that huge storm last week that I was writing about?  Well, EQX got hit too and were off the air for a while and this Tuesday the rain was causing additional problems.  To my dismay, I have been deemed the unlucky intern on account of these coincidental events taking place around the time of my own arrival.  Hopefully, this will pass 🙂  Otherwise, it was an incredibly busy day and I am excited to be able to represent WEQX this Sunday at SPAC‘s Kings of Leon show, which I will be writing about later.

Song of the Day:    “Little Lion Man”  by Mumford & Sons    

Little Lion Man is beautiful and not only because of the lead vocalist and awesome banjo playing – the lyrics themselves leave other hits with something to be desired.  Whether it is a play on the Wizard of Oz’s Lion or perhaps simply a symbol for a man who has been relying on the hearts of others as of too much lately, this song is in my heart this week.  Too often our lives ask more of others than we are willing to ask from ourselves and when we do stretch out on a limb to see what we can achieve, we are subject to a contradicting future.  There is power and emotion in the music, thought and perception in the lyrics.  What better Tuesday tune to last throughout the week?