I am learning how to do Edinboro.
Please understand that Edinboro, Pa. is a rather special place for my family and I. I myself have 48 years of memories here, of some of the happiest times I ever knew. But in 1986, when my Grandpa died, Edinboro changed for everyone because his widow, my dear Granny G, made it her home, which it was from then until she died in May 2016.
So I no longer come here to visit my Granny G (except in spirit of course, which I will discuss in a bit). So this place which once held my childhood wonder with elements such as The Penny Candy Store, bike rides, sandy flip-flops, canoe excursions, and the like, is now… well…
Radiolab recently ran a story about a woman with an odd neurological condition she first noticed when she was a child. From time to time, her sense of place shifted by about 45 degrees. So for her, when this happened, nothing seemed to be in the right place. Wait, let me see if I can find it for ya.
So it feels kind of like that.
Now my theory has been that you leave Rochester Friday night after your shift. But I tried this last night, and it was no fun. First the snow made the road feel like a pool full of ball bearings. So I chickened out and left the thruway at the next exit. And promptly was met with completely stopped traffic.
I do not do well in stopped traffic.
It cleared, and then my GPS got me lost by mistaking Avenue for Road.
I finally got home and had cancelled this trip in my head before I slept. But I woke up this morning and was gung-ho.
Via this, I have concluded the move is to get home from work, go to bed, then get up early and beat feet.
So anyway, I am here, in our quiet lake house. I have some writing to do (Zappadan, don’tcha know). And I brought laundry. And I had a nice lunch and did some antique looking. Picked up some toiletries I had forgotten at the CVS.
Then I went to see the other piece of real estate my family owns here.
I told my Granny G about President-Elect Trump.
I told her I was sorry.
I told her we had tried.
It did not have the necromancing quality I had expected. She did not come to life and claw her way up to demand answers.
I really sort of expected her to. I mean, I even told her Trump had talked to Taiwan.
What a nitwit.
Anyway. Look out, folks. Zappadan is coming!