Doesn’t that title sound like a composition your teacher assigned you in school? Kind of like “What I Did on My Summer Vacation,” a theme which, incidentally, I was never, ever assigned, although I penned a few other topics which I was convinced were immortal. But I digress.
I know I’ve waxed eloquent about the area’s people, businesses, weather, community, etc. (and by “waxed eloquent,” I mean “went on and on”), but I think it is a topic worth re-visiting. And since I have not done anything specifically Mohawk Valley-ish lately, here we are re-visiting it (actually, it’s kind of too bad, because now I think I could do a pretty amusing post on Crap We Wrote in School).
So let’s re-iterate some of the things in the Valley I’ve praised before. The people are nice. I intend to take my dog for a walk later, and I fully expect to encounter at least a few people who will exchange smiles or hello’s. We may even pet each other’s dogs. On the walk I will be enjoying the autumn Mohawk Valley weather. Sweltering summer (which some people like) is past, freezing winter (which I kind of like) is not here yet. It is very pleasant, and the fall foliage is still showing color.
Friday I may go to dinner with my husband, to celebrate our anniversary. We have many choices. I’ll probably do a blog post on whichever we pick. Saturday, I’m sure, will offer at least one community event. A church rummage sale, a fall fest or maybe even something haunted. I’ve been too busy to read the paper, so Saturday may be a little last minute.
I intend to stay in the Mohawk Valley, because I enjoy all these things. However, the real reason I intend to stay in the Mohawk Valley is just this: every time I leave, the weather in other places SUCKS! We went to Vermont and watched a soccer game in the pouring rain (actually, I thought that was kind of fun, but Steven did not enjoy getting soggy). We went to Cranberry Lake and huddled in the cabin watching it — again — pour (again, still a fun weekend; we visited a friend). In between those jaunts we stayed in Herkimer where it was — you guessed it — SUNNY! It was a beautiful weekend! We loved it! I think the message is clear.
I can see a few of you shaking your heads and even opening your mouths to say, “It rains here, too.” For heavens’ sake, I know that. I even wrote a couple of posts a few weeks ago about wanting a rainy Sunday. It’s not the weather. The weather is merely a symbol: Going away from home does not work for me. My blog posts are less fun. I’m less fun.
I see my path clear before me: No more weekends away. From now on I spend my time in the Mohawk Valley, being Mohawk Valley Girl (you just knew I was going to end with that, didn’t you?).
Mohawk Valley Girl 