And so . . . onward
Yesterday began so beautifully--actually it was great until mid afternoon. We drove down to Deerfield, which is full of houses from the 1700s, which you can tour. Oh, those floors! The implements and textiles and furnishings! So fascinating, these glimpses of lives in this spot, between these walls, centuries ago, before and during the political ructions of the time.
We had lunch and then took more tours, but right in the middle of one with a marvelous docent who really knew her stuff, one of my hosts received a call reporting the sudden death of a parent, in another state.
So we ended up walking in the clear, sharp, cold air, back and forth for an hour and a half as the sun slowly lowered, shafting golden under the tall trees lining the street that was once a First Nation pathway.
I'm about to be picked up by fellow instructors, which timing is good because nobody wants to be imposing on people who have to deal with a crisis, especially at a relative distance.
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We had lunch and then took more tours, but right in the middle of one with a marvelous docent who really knew her stuff, one of my hosts received a call reporting the sudden death of a parent, in another state.
So we ended up walking in the clear, sharp, cold air, back and forth for an hour and a half as the sun slowly lowered, shafting golden under the tall trees lining the street that was once a First Nation pathway.
I'm about to be picked up by fellow instructors, which timing is good because nobody wants to be imposing on people who have to deal with a crisis, especially at a relative distance.
This entry was originally posted at https://sartorias.dreamwidth.org/988231.html. Please comment there using OpenID.