I was recently diagnosed with bronchitis and prescribed medication. I need to be careful with regards to sex and booze, but my doctor told me that I can go out as long as I cover my mouth when I cough. Weretoad and I had planned for yesterday to be a “date night.” He was going to take me to a bar I wanted to go to, but that probably wouldn’t have been a good idea so we did sober activities.
First we had dinner at The Mustard Seed. As always they made delicious, meat-free meals. Weretoad let me have some of his ratatouille wrap and I shared some spring rolls with him. We each had some chili. We decided to drive to Cape Vincent next just to see what it was like. This included a detour to Tibbets Point where we saw gorgeous houses, a real light house, a mink cross the road, and the St. Lawrence joining with Lake Ontario. We witnessed some absolutely beautiful scenery there. Cape Vincent looks across to a wind farm. I understand that several residents are unhappy about that, but I find them serene and lovely in their own way*. I put my feet in the St. Lawrence for a bit and thought of the River Goddess.
Next we drove along the river until we reached Clayton. They have their farmers’ market on Thursdays and I was delighted to catch it. We purchased some cookies, French bread, banana peppers, carrots, an onion, and a buttercup squash. We then had some dessert and sat by the river while a band played.
It was kind of funny, actually. Until I moved out of my parents’ house, we used to go to Old Forge, NY almost every Sunday for a concert in the park. There were usually rock-n-roll bands (which I love) that played a lot of Beatles, Elvis, Beach Boys, Rolling Stones, and such. As the concert in Clayton started with some old fashioned doo-wop, I turned to Weretoad and commented that someday, when we’re old, bands will start to play our generation’s music in parks for free concerts. Sure enough, this band played a number from Blink 182, Green Day, and several other contemporary bands. I was amused, especially with all the older people dancing to “All the Small Things.” Heehee. I hope I never lose my sense of youth when I’m older.
We ended the evening by watching the sun set along the St. Lawrence, chased by speed boats and slow steamers. The rose and orange clouds piled up towards Canada, looking like the background of a majestic Thomas Cole painting. We looked into the waves and I thanked the Kindreds for such a beautiful place and a wonderful day. Even though our plans changed, we found joy by the life source of Northern NY in the presence of the River Goddess.
*Not to mention my appreciation for alternative energy!
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