Most bloggers feel the need to post consiliatory “I’ve been such a neglectful blogger” apologies after a few weeks of dead air. Me, I begin to get anxious after a few days. I’m still here! Please don’t abandon me! I’m like a hoary old nightclub singer in garish make-up who is terrified to stop singing for fear the last few lingering die-hards in the audience will abandon her. So I keep singing, even if I’ve forgotten most of the words.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. It’s called “My life is so busy, I don’t have time to write about.”
This weekend we went to Hyde Park, NY, to see all that there was to see: Franklin Roosevelt’s home and grave, a Vanderbilt mansion, the world’s longest pedestrian bridge across the Hudson river, a historic Huguenot community in New Paltz, and various small-time wineries on the Shawaangunk Wine Trail peddling better-than-mediocre whites and disasterous reds. And the city of Poughkeepsie, which I’ve always been curious about due to its rather whimsical name… although, upon visiting Poughkeepsie, I think they should rename it “Scranton.”
I have pictures, somewhere. And maybe someday I will get around to posting them. But for now, I’ll just moan into the microphone while you all go and refresh your drinks.
Mahhh…. mahhhh… me mayyyyy a mahhhh…..
