Alex my fabulous nephew is lost in the World of Warcraft. I don't know if he will ever return to this dimension. Tuesdays is when Blizzard works on the game and updates their servers so little Alex is in withdrawal. He is currently working is 13 year old nasty attitude and, while I am normally very forgiving adolescent's moods, I am ready to adjust this one myself.
My amazing mother has been visiting and she is so cool! We have been kicking back together on the deck this summer, drinking coffee and reading to each other from various cool stuff that we find in our books and articles. I'm really going to miss her after she goes home. This is her last week here.
We attended Pirate Days in the Town of Clay and I have to announce to the world that Crissy Clancy is Da Bomb! The entire town needs to bow to her greatness. It was she that organized and threw this day of greatness. I had to leave right before her play but spent a few hours there. She has a troupe of kids/teens called the Pirates of Chaos that perform plays and walking interactive theater. They are quite impressive and she rules over them as Captain Mimi Foxmorton. You must catch them in action again or hire them for a party or something (call 652-3800 ext 137 and ask for Crissy).
There was sword fights and lots of Arrrgs! The kids even sailed on a pirate "ship", taking turns at the wheel. The smaller kids quite enjoyed engaging the men from Tales of Remikreh in "sword" play and they also gave an informative lecture about archaic weapons --boys from 9 to 18 were fascinated and had lots of technical questions. Even the questions were impressive, I had to look twice a few times at the pint-sized kids asking them. If video games have done anything, they certainly have expanded the vocabulary and historical knowledge of the average 12 year old.
My 15 year old was sure to give proper attention to Scurvy Pete & Finn, who provided piratical music--he says that Pete rocked the ukelele.
Also the Clay historical buildings were open with members from the Clay Historical Society there to give visitors information. There was a cabin that was a reproduction of a cabin that they found and made a big archeological dig on from property on Henry Clay Blvd. and a train station called "Cigarville". They have a big event in September so be sure to check out the blog then as I will be posting about it. In fact, the experience has really stimulated my curiosity about the local history. Stay tuned for my revelations!
One thing that this area is really generally known for is the salt industry but interestingly, Clay was also a huge tobacco farming area and it grew very well here. I usually think of Viginia, Kentucky and Tennessee as tobacco states so it was fascinating that here, in Central NY, they grew lots of it which was baled up and loaded on the train at the Cigarville Station (the NY Central) and shipped to NY City where the cigar factories were (the cigar capital of the country).
Later, I guess after the tobacco was over-farmed... they turned to cabbage.... actually sauerkraut and the area became a big sauerkraut capital. I can't imagine eating that much sauerkraut to be honest but I suppose in the days of no refrigerators, kraut kept people healthy. Also Ice farming was really big--they would cut big blocks of ice from the lake. The cabin reminded me very much of Little House on the Prairie. They had a real working weaving loom from that period there.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I saw my niece Katie
I had to bring her to the airport because her mother can't manage out of county excursions unless it is herself going out to party.
I took this picture at the gate. She is 16. My friend commented that she appeared to have a 12 year old's face with the body of an old person.
If you have the gift... you will see her chakras are not grounded.
Family visited in May
My sister and brother in law drove up from Nashville with their kids in May. Their kids were done with school. We had a nice visit although I really didn't see them all that much. The picture is of my two nephews Ryan and Dylan and my niece Allison, and my son John. He has a habit of tearing his sheet off his bed. They all grew up so fast!
We did spend Memorial Day with my uncles in Albany. Once I have some time I will edit their pic (it is upside down in my library). It was nice to see their family and my Aunt Linda outdid herself.
First Garden
Our first garden is a square foot garden. I was in such a hurry to start it, I didn't really take the time to plan where everything would go. I purchased the wood at Home Depot and the materials cost about $50.00. The grow mix I got at Agway and that was expensive, about $80 for two bales. I ended up purchasing 3 all together.
I got the compost from OCRRA's Amboy site. I had to drop a bunch of woody yarrd waste so I spent the $10 for the season and have all the compost and mulch I care to cart.
I'll have to update with the current state of the garden tomorrow.
I had ordered seeds for some of the plants and we did purchase a few, not spending more than $20 for them.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Farewell Damn Yanqui
I've decided to weed out an old blog called Damn Yangui. I only wrote three posts for it. Here are the last two:
Thoughts.
I thought I'd catch up here, it's been over a year since I posted on this blog and I was considering weeding it out but reconsidered since my other two blogs are not truly a good place for me to meander down the philosophical path.
Just started reading: Wendell Berry's What Are People For?
Just started writing: to my family, snail mail. The kids get a big kick out of getting mail from the mailbox. I have mostly been sending postcards since the thrill is in the "getting something" and they are not truly avid readers. I am considering writing little haikus for them instead of the old "miss you and wish you were here." They will always remember my postcards and probably never my emails. I am going to make them postcards they can send to people they miss as a gift. I remember a time when people used to write each other instead of to themselves.
My latest favorite magazine is Adbusters. I love how they change the images to exploit and expose the advertiser.
My latest hero is Reverend Billy.
My candidate for the Republican nomination is Ron Paul and for the Democratic nomination is Dennis Kucinich. I wish the election would be between those two men, give the public a real choice instead of various varieties of the same ice cream. I'd like a government without global corporate sponsorship.
My politics are always evolving. For a long time I thought I was liberal and progressive-- they are attractive exciting words. Then after 9/11, I reconsidered and thought myself conservative, a very safe and careful word. Later, I thought I am actually libertarian, independant-- a self reliant word. Now, I have considered that these words have all had their definitions changed and twisted. This is my deal: I think that government, for most of our laws, should be local and reflect what is important to the people that live there. Therefore, I like less central government on the federal level. I guess that makes me conservative.
I think that gay people should be able to marry. I think that makes me liberal.
I think that all crimes against people are hate crimes, based on malice.
I think that states should provide for the healthcare of their citizens so no one is caught uninsured. How they do it should be up to the individual states. I also believe the same thing about hunger and shelter and education. These are basic needs and there should be basic protections for people. They are also conducive to the health of the state and the prosperity of its people.
The federal government should fund training and equipment for the military, infrastructure and care for our federal parks and preserves and buildings, the treasury and other national treasures, as well as a national service corps--similar to the peace corps but serving in the USA.
Those are my thoughts for now. I'll be posting more regularly.
posted by lucelu at 6:50 am | 0 comments
thursday, july 06, 2006
Out of Place
I remember maison madcap discussing a "spirituality of locality" in a post last year. Keep that in mind as I go along.
For the past 5 -7 years I have been wanting, no... yearning to move South, to Nashville so I could be close to my family. I missed them, holidays seemed colorless without a visit and visits were few as I am a nurse and must work holidays or the days aroud them rendering fantasy the consideration of traveling. My dh was stoutly unwilling as he belonged to the local union and had adequate work with satisfactory benefits--all of which woud change if he transferred his ticket. Additionally, he had friends and hobbies, belonged to clubs as well as good neighbor friends. I mostly worked and took care of the house, keeping in touch more with my mum and sistr long distance. I had a few friends that I visited with but they were also busy moms so they were fewer.
Things changed last year when dh was laid off for almost 6 months. I was nearly panicked by the 6th month and then he was called back for a 4 week run, then another 4 week run. However both jobs were far from home and quite demanding dangerous work (especially the windmill job). In November he was laid off again and started traveling for work. We had a very lonely winter without him. Christmas I saw him for 3 days at his parents (very unsatisfactory). He finally came home for a visit in March for about 4 days and saw all his old friends. He agreed the month before to relocating in Nashville as he now planned to travel all over the country and didn't want me to have to be alone and isolated, which is how I felt.
I worked day and night on the house to make it showable for a sale. I packed the entire house up by myself. Other than some help from my brother up visiting his daughter, I did it all myself. We signed some papers with a realtor and then I was off to the South.
I had a job interview with a firm offer the very third day I got here. I took it. I looked at houses and listings but my hands were tied as my home did not sell.
Three months later finds me sleeping in a spare room at my brother's. The first 2 months I was on a couch at my sisters. My son is still on a couch. My husband is in Alabama and comes up almost every week to see me and ds on his day off. I sometimes go to see him but he has a roomate, no furniture and works nights. My agent has had us decrease the price for the second time, she seems to rely on open houses to market it.
Nashville is very nice, the surrounding country is beautiful. The big cash crop around Cheatham County (where my sister lives and where I was planning to move to) is tobacco. Lots of chickens and goats and cows and wow, I don't think I've ever seen so many horses. Housing is much more expensive and were we to puchase it will put us in a great deal of debt.
However I miss upstate NY and, to my chagrin, feel very foolish. All I can think of is to go home. I had a conversation with dh on the phone today and we discussed the pros and cons and what kind of life we want, what plan b could/should be and our different visions as to how we want our lives to look like.
Dh has a big priority on dignity and his work, being a good union brother as well as a very professional electrician, not allowing shoddy work nor contractors pressure him into cobbing together substandard installations because it is cheaper or being worked like a slave. He deplores the situation of illegal aliens being used in construction because while many are hard workers, they are exploited and are willing to put stuff together however so they get paid and not turned in as well as depressing wages across the board for the building trades. Anyhow, not every contractor appreciates this and many union halls are too willing to look the other way when it comes to going by the letter of labor agreements. He likes to travel because he feels freer to call employers on stuff that isn't right, he will report workplace violations to the steward. He also likes to travel.
Like most Americans we have debt. A care note and a student loan make up the bulk of it and a small amount on credit cards besides our mortgage.
We are leaning towards going home, budgeting all bills on my salary and using his for debt reduction and building a 6 month emergency account. Our current mortgage only has about 10 more years on it.
I think that 6 months in the bank will make me feel more secure when dh has his occasional unemployment periods.
It is weird. Sometimes when you get what you wished for, you find out you don't want it.
posted by lucelu at 10:18 pm | 2 comments
Thoughts.
I thought I'd catch up here, it's been over a year since I posted on this blog and I was considering weeding it out but reconsidered since my other two blogs are not truly a good place for me to meander down the philosophical path.
Just started reading: Wendell Berry's What Are People For?
Just started writing: to my family, snail mail. The kids get a big kick out of getting mail from the mailbox. I have mostly been sending postcards since the thrill is in the "getting something" and they are not truly avid readers. I am considering writing little haikus for them instead of the old "miss you and wish you were here." They will always remember my postcards and probably never my emails. I am going to make them postcards they can send to people they miss as a gift. I remember a time when people used to write each other instead of to themselves.
My latest favorite magazine is Adbusters. I love how they change the images to exploit and expose the advertiser.
My latest hero is Reverend Billy.
My candidate for the Republican nomination is Ron Paul and for the Democratic nomination is Dennis Kucinich. I wish the election would be between those two men, give the public a real choice instead of various varieties of the same ice cream. I'd like a government without global corporate sponsorship.
My politics are always evolving. For a long time I thought I was liberal and progressive-- they are attractive exciting words. Then after 9/11, I reconsidered and thought myself conservative, a very safe and careful word. Later, I thought I am actually libertarian, independant-- a self reliant word. Now, I have considered that these words have all had their definitions changed and twisted. This is my deal: I think that government, for most of our laws, should be local and reflect what is important to the people that live there. Therefore, I like less central government on the federal level. I guess that makes me conservative.
I think that gay people should be able to marry. I think that makes me liberal.
I think that all crimes against people are hate crimes, based on malice.
I think that states should provide for the healthcare of their citizens so no one is caught uninsured. How they do it should be up to the individual states. I also believe the same thing about hunger and shelter and education. These are basic needs and there should be basic protections for people. They are also conducive to the health of the state and the prosperity of its people.
The federal government should fund training and equipment for the military, infrastructure and care for our federal parks and preserves and buildings, the treasury and other national treasures, as well as a national service corps--similar to the peace corps but serving in the USA.
Those are my thoughts for now. I'll be posting more regularly.
posted by lucelu at 6:50 am | 0 comments
thursday, july 06, 2006
Out of Place
I remember maison madcap discussing a "spirituality of locality" in a post last year. Keep that in mind as I go along.
For the past 5 -7 years I have been wanting, no... yearning to move South, to Nashville so I could be close to my family. I missed them, holidays seemed colorless without a visit and visits were few as I am a nurse and must work holidays or the days aroud them rendering fantasy the consideration of traveling. My dh was stoutly unwilling as he belonged to the local union and had adequate work with satisfactory benefits--all of which woud change if he transferred his ticket. Additionally, he had friends and hobbies, belonged to clubs as well as good neighbor friends. I mostly worked and took care of the house, keeping in touch more with my mum and sistr long distance. I had a few friends that I visited with but they were also busy moms so they were fewer.
Things changed last year when dh was laid off for almost 6 months. I was nearly panicked by the 6th month and then he was called back for a 4 week run, then another 4 week run. However both jobs were far from home and quite demanding dangerous work (especially the windmill job). In November he was laid off again and started traveling for work. We had a very lonely winter without him. Christmas I saw him for 3 days at his parents (very unsatisfactory). He finally came home for a visit in March for about 4 days and saw all his old friends. He agreed the month before to relocating in Nashville as he now planned to travel all over the country and didn't want me to have to be alone and isolated, which is how I felt.
I worked day and night on the house to make it showable for a sale. I packed the entire house up by myself. Other than some help from my brother up visiting his daughter, I did it all myself. We signed some papers with a realtor and then I was off to the South.
I had a job interview with a firm offer the very third day I got here. I took it. I looked at houses and listings but my hands were tied as my home did not sell.
Three months later finds me sleeping in a spare room at my brother's. The first 2 months I was on a couch at my sisters. My son is still on a couch. My husband is in Alabama and comes up almost every week to see me and ds on his day off. I sometimes go to see him but he has a roomate, no furniture and works nights. My agent has had us decrease the price for the second time, she seems to rely on open houses to market it.
Nashville is very nice, the surrounding country is beautiful. The big cash crop around Cheatham County (where my sister lives and where I was planning to move to) is tobacco. Lots of chickens and goats and cows and wow, I don't think I've ever seen so many horses. Housing is much more expensive and were we to puchase it will put us in a great deal of debt.
However I miss upstate NY and, to my chagrin, feel very foolish. All I can think of is to go home. I had a conversation with dh on the phone today and we discussed the pros and cons and what kind of life we want, what plan b could/should be and our different visions as to how we want our lives to look like.
Dh has a big priority on dignity and his work, being a good union brother as well as a very professional electrician, not allowing shoddy work nor contractors pressure him into cobbing together substandard installations because it is cheaper or being worked like a slave. He deplores the situation of illegal aliens being used in construction because while many are hard workers, they are exploited and are willing to put stuff together however so they get paid and not turned in as well as depressing wages across the board for the building trades. Anyhow, not every contractor appreciates this and many union halls are too willing to look the other way when it comes to going by the letter of labor agreements. He likes to travel because he feels freer to call employers on stuff that isn't right, he will report workplace violations to the steward. He also likes to travel.
Like most Americans we have debt. A care note and a student loan make up the bulk of it and a small amount on credit cards besides our mortgage.
We are leaning towards going home, budgeting all bills on my salary and using his for debt reduction and building a 6 month emergency account. Our current mortgage only has about 10 more years on it.
I think that 6 months in the bank will make me feel more secure when dh has his occasional unemployment periods.
It is weird. Sometimes when you get what you wished for, you find out you don't want it.
posted by lucelu at 10:18 pm | 2 comments
Monday, April 21, 2008
Focus and a new direction in life
I missed Message Circle last night but my friend and mentor Betsy let me know this: "focus and not go off in too many
directions."
Of course I missed it due to being just exhausted, physically and mentally. I get like this by the end of the weekend. It is like a return to that depressive exhaustion that forces you to lie down and close your eyes and give up thought as just the act of thinking wears you out more. Some of this might be due to Mike taking lots of my energy--not in tasks or by demand but I sit with him and feel the pull. I don't even think he is conscious of it.
The overall message is a good one. My mother basically told me the same thing last week. I have some Saturn oppositions coming up in the Fall in my Virgo placements which affect work and physical health and this will last until June. My Mom said I should look at what I want and do the hard work (which means focus my energy) and do the background stuff-- get contacts, work on my skills and not be all over the place, focus on this main thing. With Saturn, you are basically reaping what you sow and I would like to have positive come out rather than negative.
I am looking to focus on creative pursuits involving the home sewing/artistic wearables and costume with the goal of becoming an independent educator and authoring my own line of design (whether it be in book form, pattern form or downloadables). I'm thinking that putting together workshops on creativity as well as putting together some programming.
So to do some of this I am working with my local guild and plan to make contacts with other associated guilds, schools and businesses, working on my health and appearance, listing contacts, doing the reading, writing articles, reviews and research on what people are doing, looking at, working on my custom sewing, doing self ed with pattern making and my constuction skills (I have to sew myself a new wardrobe!). Figuring out where I fit in the fashion/design/artisan craft /fine arts/costume arena.
I have been thinking about what Deb and Dorena said during my reading in regard to being my own business where my passion is, only putting money and time into what is truly exciting me and putting focus into it. I tend to diffuse my energy (that grand square with all mutable signs). And "matchmaker" that word, it keeps coming back to me and it may be hooking people up with other people, ideas or information--this could be consulting. So I basically have an industry to learn and to impact.
This can be overwhelming at times. I am trying to build back up as well so do get a bit exhausted after a marathon run of reading and researching. Today I plan to spend lots of time in the sew room after my prescribed hour of yardwork (--I have to do the yard stuff little by little--it can be exhausting in itself). I have some computer software to test and learn (I'm hoping to get skilled at it so I can teach it and rep it). I received some good news last week. Some ladies from my guild-- a very nice couple, are purchasing a fabric store in New Hartford. They are moving it here and will be opening in the Delavan Center on E. Fayette. They plan to focus on garment sewing center, kind of what I envisioned as a "sew gym" but with lots of yummy fabric and classes. I am very excited about this and I hope to be involved.
So, like any new undertaking and matter of career and life's import, this has taken much of my time and energy.
The thing is, it seems like the scope of this is very large and I wonder if it isn't too diffuse.
directions."
Of course I missed it due to being just exhausted, physically and mentally. I get like this by the end of the weekend. It is like a return to that depressive exhaustion that forces you to lie down and close your eyes and give up thought as just the act of thinking wears you out more. Some of this might be due to Mike taking lots of my energy--not in tasks or by demand but I sit with him and feel the pull. I don't even think he is conscious of it.
The overall message is a good one. My mother basically told me the same thing last week. I have some Saturn oppositions coming up in the Fall in my Virgo placements which affect work and physical health and this will last until June. My Mom said I should look at what I want and do the hard work (which means focus my energy) and do the background stuff-- get contacts, work on my skills and not be all over the place, focus on this main thing. With Saturn, you are basically reaping what you sow and I would like to have positive come out rather than negative.
I am looking to focus on creative pursuits involving the home sewing/artistic wearables and costume with the goal of becoming an independent educator and authoring my own line of design (whether it be in book form, pattern form or downloadables). I'm thinking that putting together workshops on creativity as well as putting together some programming.
So to do some of this I am working with my local guild and plan to make contacts with other associated guilds, schools and businesses, working on my health and appearance, listing contacts, doing the reading, writing articles, reviews and research on what people are doing, looking at, working on my custom sewing, doing self ed with pattern making and my constuction skills (I have to sew myself a new wardrobe!). Figuring out where I fit in the fashion/design/artisan craft /fine arts/costume arena.
I have been thinking about what Deb and Dorena said during my reading in regard to being my own business where my passion is, only putting money and time into what is truly exciting me and putting focus into it. I tend to diffuse my energy (that grand square with all mutable signs). And "matchmaker" that word, it keeps coming back to me and it may be hooking people up with other people, ideas or information--this could be consulting. So I basically have an industry to learn and to impact.
This can be overwhelming at times. I am trying to build back up as well so do get a bit exhausted after a marathon run of reading and researching. Today I plan to spend lots of time in the sew room after my prescribed hour of yardwork (--I have to do the yard stuff little by little--it can be exhausting in itself). I have some computer software to test and learn (I'm hoping to get skilled at it so I can teach it and rep it). I received some good news last week. Some ladies from my guild-- a very nice couple, are purchasing a fabric store in New Hartford. They are moving it here and will be opening in the Delavan Center on E. Fayette. They plan to focus on garment sewing center, kind of what I envisioned as a "sew gym" but with lots of yummy fabric and classes. I am very excited about this and I hope to be involved.
So, like any new undertaking and matter of career and life's import, this has taken much of my time and energy.
The thing is, it seems like the scope of this is very large and I wonder if it isn't too diffuse.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Liverpool Arts and Wellness Center
Last night I had the pleasure of attending the Grand Opening Celebration and Open House of the Liverpool Arts and Wellness Center, Gift Shop, Classroom, Fine Art Gallery & Art Studio located at 215 First St. (Blue building across the street from The Retreat). The gift shop and treatment room is in the blue building and the classroom, studio and gallery are located behind it on Lake Drive towards the park/Salt Museum.
Sandra Fioramonti, previously of the Liverpool Arts Center, Doreena Clifton and Betsy Sims of Healing Arts have worked tirelessly in creating this space that is pleasing to all the senses and inspires creativity and curiosity. The gift shop is in earthy colors with artwork by Sandra very prominent reflecting an affinity for Native American imagery and spirituality. There is quite a bit of beautiful jewelry, crystals and stones with stories of their own. Smudging supplies, incense and essential healing oils are in good supply providing the shop with a scent that is very relaxing. The music playing was understated but worked with the perfumed air and works of art to provide a harmonic and healing atmosphere.
Doreena and Betsy will be providing karuna reiki for healing and instruction, intuitive consulting, classes and discussion groups. Sandra offers weekly art studio classes for adults and children. She also does healing with art workshops with focuses on mediation, color and connecting with your creativity with a focus on spirituality.
The gallery space held some of Sandra's paintings and the effect a rich colorful experience. There is an open monthly drumming circle (everyone is welcome!) planned at the Onondaga Lake Park on second Fridays. Tai Chi and Jewelry classes are also offered weekly as well. Please visit www.healingsecrets3.com to join a mailing list that will give you the scheduled workshops and also www.liverpoolartscenter.com for more information.
I attend art classes with Sandra and find her to be an excellent teacher. These classes are unstructured, you pick it up and start. She observes you and intuitively offers suggestion and assists you with technique. It is a nurturing method of teaching that immediately disarms those who are scared of trying something new creatively, especially those who have never attempted painting or drawing before. There is no lengthy list of expensive supplies to purchase, you test drive your chosen medium at the studio with supplies there and then eventually purchase your own for home and studio use as you progress.
Sandra Fioramonti, previously of the Liverpool Arts Center, Doreena Clifton and Betsy Sims of Healing Arts have worked tirelessly in creating this space that is pleasing to all the senses and inspires creativity and curiosity. The gift shop is in earthy colors with artwork by Sandra very prominent reflecting an affinity for Native American imagery and spirituality. There is quite a bit of beautiful jewelry, crystals and stones with stories of their own. Smudging supplies, incense and essential healing oils are in good supply providing the shop with a scent that is very relaxing. The music playing was understated but worked with the perfumed air and works of art to provide a harmonic and healing atmosphere.
Doreena and Betsy will be providing karuna reiki for healing and instruction, intuitive consulting, classes and discussion groups. Sandra offers weekly art studio classes for adults and children. She also does healing with art workshops with focuses on mediation, color and connecting with your creativity with a focus on spirituality.
The gallery space held some of Sandra's paintings and the effect a rich colorful experience. There is an open monthly drumming circle (everyone is welcome!) planned at the Onondaga Lake Park on second Fridays. Tai Chi and Jewelry classes are also offered weekly as well. Please visit www.healingsecrets3.com to join a mailing list that will give you the scheduled workshops and also www.liverpoolartscenter.com for more information.
I attend art classes with Sandra and find her to be an excellent teacher. These classes are unstructured, you pick it up and start. She observes you and intuitively offers suggestion and assists you with technique. It is a nurturing method of teaching that immediately disarms those who are scared of trying something new creatively, especially those who have never attempted painting or drawing before. There is no lengthy list of expensive supplies to purchase, you test drive your chosen medium at the studio with supplies there and then eventually purchase your own for home and studio use as you progress.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
First Street thoughts
Okay, I live in Liverpool, but not in the village. We actually live in the outer suburbs up towards Seneca Mall way. It used to be the exurbs but now there are farther exurbs. My neighborhood was built in the late 1970's. I found out today that our exterior walls are made of chipboard and the aluminum siding was put up over that. No wonder our NGrid bills are so high.
Anyhow, technically we are Town of Clay, a totally different zipcode and township than Village of Liverpool but the Village of Liverpool is definitely our place identity. Our kids all go to school together-- in the high school. I love going into the village. The homes are beautiful and historic. I often wished I lived there, able to walk to the post office, library, park, grocery store, restaurant and pub. Oswego Rd (Rt 57) is very busy but the police are very good about enforcing speed limits. What is depressing to me is the number of boarded up businesses in the village's business section on First St. I don't understand it. Why is it so sparse? The village can't support a coffeeshop? There used to be a bike/skate shop there, an appliance repair shop, an antigue shop too. I understand there is not a lot of parking along First St. ... however, there is a huge parkinglot for the park which is very easy access to First St. Note that there are many other businesses down Old Liverpool Rd, behind Heid's. Why does the Village get so much drive-by? Tomorrow, I think I might attempt a ride there on my bike. Pictures will follow.
Anyhow, technically we are Town of Clay, a totally different zipcode and township than Village of Liverpool but the Village of Liverpool is definitely our place identity. Our kids all go to school together-- in the high school. I love going into the village. The homes are beautiful and historic. I often wished I lived there, able to walk to the post office, library, park, grocery store, restaurant and pub. Oswego Rd (Rt 57) is very busy but the police are very good about enforcing speed limits. What is depressing to me is the number of boarded up businesses in the village's business section on First St. I don't understand it. Why is it so sparse? The village can't support a coffeeshop? There used to be a bike/skate shop there, an appliance repair shop, an antigue shop too. I understand there is not a lot of parking along First St. ... however, there is a huge parkinglot for the park which is very easy access to First St. Note that there are many other businesses down Old Liverpool Rd, behind Heid's. Why does the Village get so much drive-by? Tomorrow, I think I might attempt a ride there on my bike. Pictures will follow.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
This weekend:
Disgruntled kitties barging into our bedroom at 5 am, 5:30 am, utterly beside themselves. How dare I sleep in and not give a thought to feeding the keepers of this house? I think my husband sent one airborne through the bedroom door as they climbed over us on the bed to see if we were still alive, if all hope was not lost for breakfast.
A new friend, message from an old friend who I haven't talked to in a long time. The day is ending and I feel sad that it is slipping away because there is so much more I want to do!
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