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Colony replacement
Friday, July 3 2009
I picked up six pounds of Zanzibar beans from Catskill Mountain Coffee this afternoon as thunderstorms threatened on all sides. That didn't stop me from walking to Onetora and back with the dogs. Across from the coffee place is an establishment dedicated to the sales of small ugly buildings that look like little barns (as conceived by someone like Walt Disney). There was a woman standing there on the side of Route 28 hitchhiking. You don't see many women hitchhiking alone. More surprising was her difficulty in getting a ride, especially given the threat of rain. But she'd gotten one by the time I returned from the lake. The ongoing economic crisis seems to have resulted in increased hitchhiking, particularly down in habitually-desperate regions like greater Ellenville. If you can't afford to fix your car and you live in a land without public transportation, what choice have you got?
While out and about I bought concrete and coax cable, as well as some electrical stuff for the greenhouse. As usual for my outings of late, I also got 25 gallons of top soil from the levee across Wynkoop from the Hurley Mountain Inn to help the plants trying to take root in the mound surrounding the greenhouse.
This evening Gretchen wanted to go to a benefit being held at a new venue in Bearsville for an old-time Woodstock resident who has been ill and run up medical expenses but lacks insurance (despite the fact that the United State of America has the "best healthcare in the world"). So we went and there were a bunch of grey haird Woodstockians we didn't know milling around in their anachronistic hippie fashions and Three Wolf Moon shirts. The venue sold coffee but no alcohol. There was food, but it was all non-savory stuff like cookies and muffins. The venue, it seemed, was an alcohol-free version of the Colony Café. While it's true that the Colony Café kind of sucks (and no one quite knows why, since on paper it looks awesome), to take away the alcohol from it would be to destroy the least-sucky thing about it. So Gretchen and I made the decision not attend the fundraiser. Instead we went next door to the Little Bear (the acceptable Chinese restaurant) and had our food with a bottle of Pinot Grigio. We'd never split a bottle of wine in a Chinese restaurant before.
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