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Thursday, July 31, 2008

211. Memories of Gloucester and Rockport

Well, I'm back on Vermont terra firma, with plenty of fresh memories from yesterday's jaunt with Sandy to Gloucester and Rockport.*  What's all this about rotten weather that everyone keeps going on about? Everywhere *I* go, the weather seems to be fine!  (I think I'd better just shut my mouth!)

I know you don't have all day to read about my memories of G & R, but there are a handful that are just too rich not to share.

1.  The Gloucester Fisherman Causes Tempers to Flare

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You can see by my photo how incredibly busy it was around there (not).  Sandy and I were trying to find me my Gloucester fisherman (the things we will do for the sake of the blog), and there was this wonderful statue in the middle of town just ripe for the taking.  We parked the car and went to the statue for our photo session.  There were two women ahead of us, taking photos, and we waited about 30 seconds for them to finish, then we set about with our silliness:

0001_2 ...to hopefully take fun photos of the new clam salt and pepper shakers Sandy got at Woodman's,where we had just had lunch. (Woodman's is listed in my book of 1,000 Things You Should See Before You Die. 999 to go.) We no sooner had set our happy little clams out when Sandy stepped back to take a photograph of them.  A man appeared from nowhere from behind me and jumped in to take a photograph of the statue at the same time Sandy stepped back to take hers, and bumped into her.  He grouchily said, "Do you MIND?!  I'm trying to take a picture here!"  Sandy apologized all over herself as if it were her fault, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," and we both stepped away so he could take his frigging picture and get out of our hair.  He left.  We got back to our business.  The next thing we know, he was standing several feet away from us, and again said, "Do you MIND!?  I want to take a picture of that with NO PEOPLE in it!" He was just a grumpy fart (and not so old so it was permissible because of his dodderingness, either).

Cookie would have been so proud of me.  Before I even knew what had come over me, I looked at him and growled, with slime dripping from my fangs, "No, do YOU mind?!"  Oh, there was more.  Oh, yes, there was.  (But I was very civilized in that I did not tell him in these exact words to FUCK OFF.)  He whimpered, "But I'm only here for a short time!" 

I'm sure that 30 seconds he might have to wait was going to throw his tourist schedule all out of whack. 

And you have the gall to wonder why I hate people.

2.  Sandy's Thinking Big

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Sandy said, "If I lived here, think of how much weeding you'd have to do!"

3.  Always Thinking of Dave Daniels (It was Wednesday, after all.)

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4.  "Can we take a photo of your shirt? Don't worry, we're not taking a photo of your butt."

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"Oh, that's OK. I don't mind if you do."

I Could Get Used To This

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*Sorry, Mary K., it was a last-minute decision that took us there and I didn't have your phone number. 

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I should send one of those shirts to my fisherman father. But it'd look awfully odd for his long-time vegetarian daughter to be sending something advocating fish death. Maybe I can get my sister to buy it for him... ;)

Thanks for the photo. NICE Carhartt shorts he's wearing.
And, as I said to Sandy, I'd had photographed that arse giving you a hard time, and posted it on the internet. Just because I can. ;)

The guy sounds like a total butt wad.

Cookie is looking for people to set on fire. Send the guy to her.

You did have perfect weather! Norma goes to Boston (finally), gets Sandy out of the house and everyone has fun! HURRAY! Do you think we can talk Sandy into taking a flight out this way?

So peeved we didn't have a chance to meet, what with the True Jeans recommendation, and all. As you stood on the breakwater, you could SEE our house.(On the other hand, you didn't have to view our pathetic this-year's veggie garden - what the heck is the matter with it?) You were lucky to be here the 1 1/2 days it hasn't poured down rain! Next time, skip Woodman's (so crowded) and visit the Lady of Good Voyage church in central Gloucester - instead of an infant, the (how to say this?) "Virgin Mother" statue is holding a fishing vessel in her arms. Now I'm suddenly thinking all sorts of rude things, like if it's difficult to give birth to a baby, how about a ship with the masts up? Never mind. Gloucester is full of rude people, but that extra-rude guy sounds like a tourist who is rude wherever he goes. You could have accidentally pushed him and his camera into the "hah'bah"...

I don't wonder at all why you hate people. Took our daughter to a friggin' amusement park last weekend and when they shut down a ride because of lightning, a mom threw a loud fit at the attendant because her disappointed little boy was crying. They had waited in line 20 minutes for the ride,after all.

I wish you had been there because I didn't have the guts to ask her if she wouldn't be the first person to sue them if her kid got fried.

Yeah. I could get used to that in a heartbeat, too.

Beautiful pics. The ones of the ocean also.

Grrr. That guy is giving me a headache! I just read about him over at Sandy's and I was fuming then. I'm glad you didn't let the jerk bully you!

Atta grrrl! Illegitimi non carborundum! (Don't let the bastards grind you down.)

SO it wasn't a dream, then? You were here? :D
Honestly we wouldn't have had half the fun if that jerk hadn't said the phrase of the day, right? Do you MIND??
I woke up this morning and my couch was empty and lonely. Big Dramatic Sigh.
xoxo

Sigh. People suck.

What fun! (and people can be such JERKS!)
(((Hugs)))

Long-time lurker here; thanks so much for the photos.

As a kid I spent every summer on Cape Ann - after 40 years, these brought back many happy memories. I just can't figure out why I haven't been back on my own.

Go get 'em Norma! Grrrr!

I think this means you should travel more, so everyone gets to share in the lovely weather.

I am proud of you, honey. Although, I still think you should have taken his photo for the blogs.

I love those little clam shells. So cute and perfect for Sandy.

xo

I've never wondered about that hating people issue. Never ever. It's amazing that people want to show their asses like that. meh.
The little clam shakers are cuuute.

tis hot down here
nice to see pictures of some memories i have in my mind

Well, thank you, Miss Freakin' Sunshine...please come to Montreal because dude, we got a thunderstorm EVERY DAY. It's like Miami, only without the palm trees, the beaches, the overpriced string bikinis and the turquoise-clad retirees...

I could use a Norma fix. :-)

Clam salt and pepper shakers????? Okey dokey. Looks like you had a great time, in spite of the grouch.

Glostah' and Woodman's for Lawbstah!!! Among my favorite things in Massachusetts!!! Don't waste time hating that dude... Eat more bivalves!

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