A Living Magazine - Day 339-340 - Homecoming - Brattleboro: Respite and Excuses

Can't say much about these two days. They were notable only by their lack of notability. As has happened a few times before in this blog when resting at a motel, I didn't take any pictures. Mostly what I did was work. There was much to catch up on. Brattleboro is a nice place, conducive for resting, and working inside. Of course there was also a lot of culture there. I was short on funds, or rather, needed to keep a close eye on how I spent them.

I wanted to go see a band, but my energy level was rather low and I was concerned about how much money I might spend on beer. I know, I know, I could have bought Cokes, but I just associate live music with beer. Judge me if you must. I blame it on thirty years of playing in bands at bars. I simply do have more fun with three or four beers  in me. Anyhow, not spending the money was my excuse for not checking out the local music scene.

I'm sorry to say that I didn't even walk downtown. I have been to hundreds of neat towns, with thousands of things to do and see. I'm not complaining, but when you've kind of been there and done that so many times it can get old. I was already out in public 16 hours a day. I was essentially on stage. And, in my line of work (whatever the hell it is that I do), being in public involves a lot of getting stared at. Yes, I could have gone incognito by leaving my backpack in the room. It might have been nice to be just another tourist. I don't know.

I did have one major task on the first full day: laundry. Now, with my new clothes from Jeff, I didn't have to change in the bathroom of the laundromat, which was good as I discovered there was no bathroom. The place - Bucket O'suds - was only a half mile away (I left a review on Yelp). It is a card laundromat (buy a card for $1 and load money on as needed). Not the ideal for me, since I'll never be there again to use the card. I gave it with $0.50 left to a young couple doing about twelve loads.

When I was done I walked down to the China Buffet, a place Jeff noticed on his way back out of town and had suggested, another block away from the laundromat. The hostess was very friendly, which was nice.  The food was slightly above average. Sushi, a bit below average and rather boring. But, shit, $7.50 for lunch? At this place you do get more than you pay for. My fortune said: "Someone who waits for you at home will become a friend for life." Nice. Hope she's a she, interested in older men and very long distance walks on the beach. Kidding...kind of.

After returning and working, I watched most of the entire Godfather on HBO2 and fell asleep before it ended, at about 4:00 a.m.

The second full day and third night went just like the first, sans the laundry, and replacing the buffet with a Hannaford salad. I went to bed much earlier, sticking with the Travel Channel. As is my pattern before leaving for the road again, I didn't sleep very well and woke up in a cold sweat several times during the night. I couldn't remember my dreams. Were I to guess, I'd say they probably weren't superific.

Mostly, these three nights were valuable, private and restful. I needed all three. The next day would begin the adventure again right where I left off.