Sunday, October 12, 2014

#627: Stop and Rob Memories

They're tearing it down.
In case you hadn't heard, the Stop and Shop
grocery store on Pleasant Street is on its way out.
My daughter and I went on a last sentimental visit:
Where oh where are the One Direction fanzines?

The store stops here. 
Basically, the part that used to be 'Island Variety'
and 'Nantucket Wine and Spirits' is now gone.

Where are my rice cakes?

At least they still have the watermelon candles.
They make me happy.

No, no! No more Annie's vegetable lasagna.

Hmmmm. What else is missing?

Everything organic.

The posts are still here.
Every one of my kids squeezed through these posts
whenever we went shopping.
It was a tradition.

Now my last baby squeezes through
for the last time.
A poignant moment.

Not for her.

Although the loss of Hall's Vitamin C drops
seems to be hitting hard.

And the missing beauty products...

We'll miss you, Old Stop and Rob.
Thanks for the memories.


#626: I'm baaaaaack! Picking tomatoes

First, my laptop fell.
The computer folk said the hard-drive was broken 
and all my photos had been lost.
Unless, of course, I sent it to a data recovery company
and paid hundreds to get them back.
Soooo, I went to YouTube,
looked up Data Recovery,
and found out how to do it myself. Hehheh.
I had to buy a $30 USB SATA/IDE adapter
but it was a lot cheaper than the alternative.

Then, my camera went wonky.
All the pictures looked like this.
Thank you, Camera Shop,
for a terrific point-and-click Olympus
which lasted seven years and took over
4000 pictures.
May I have a new one, please?
Sadly, they didn't have an Olympus in stock,
so I bought a Fujifilm T550.
Basic point-and-shoot but not waterproof.
No more underwater shoots for me.

New camera, new hard-drive,
dozens of stories I didn't get to tell.
But now I can:
Pick-your-own-tomatoes at Bartlett's Farm. Woo-hoo!


Farmer Justine

Tomato Turtles. All you can see is the backs.

Tobias picked over 100 lbs. for his household.
We picked 60 lbs. for ours,
enough to get us through the winter.

Happy pickers, heading back--

Behind a classic tractor.

Now the real work begins.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

#625: One Direction concert

It's not like the Allman Brothers concert I went to in college.
Oh no, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

First of all, my teen has a summer job, with tips.
Lots of tips. so she could afford to help with expenses.
Tickets were $102. Which, if you know me, is ridiculous.
That's why she helped.

Plus, we live on an island
and have the additional expense of taking a boat or plane to America.
That's my beloved at Brant Point seeing us off.

And my youngest in bliss just to be at the venue, Gillette Stadium.

As were these matching girls.

and a few guys, dads?, wearing sunglasses.

We drove a rental car. Most folk drove their own 
(it doesn't cost them hundreds of extra dollars to bring it over on a ferry)
Properly decorated and equipped with a grill and picnic fixings.
There was a lot of off-key singing and sign-painting.

'Sorry, Niall, my dad says I'm too young to date.'

Where We Are Tour, homemade t-shirts.
So much creativity!

Here come the fans, 68 thousand altogether,
across Route 1 from the parking lot.
The police and volunteers were highly organized.

Heading in. She ran all the way up the wrong ramp
and was so excited she didn't even mind.
Her cousin, Emily, was stuck in traffic and didn't get to the stadium
for another half-hour but the warm-up band was still playing.
She texted us when she found her seat.

How did we know when One Direction came on?
The roar. I didn't even know girls could make that noise.
I sat with Emily's mom here, outside the park.
We could hear just fine.


The band comes onstage at 2:12.
You'll be able to tell.

It was worship, pure and simple.
Every girl there was 100% in the moment:
singing along, screaming, dancing, waving their iPhone.
Nothing else mattered, just the band.

It's one of the things that I love about teens:
their absolute capacity for devotion.
When a teen goes after what they want,
they do so whole-heartedly.
I pray my own--all six--would love Jesus
the way these kids love One Direction.
That's where the forever joy lies.

We went out for ice cream after the concert,
letting the traffic clear a bit.

We got to bed around 3 am (I got lost) then
back to Nantucket the next morning
after a potentially hellacious 4 hour stuck-in-traffic
car ride back to Hyannis.
Only potentially because of the 2 sweet girls
riding with me,
singing One Direction songs.
The music never ends.

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