This morning at 4:00 a very loud TV was turned on upstairs and Vanessa's son started running loudly up and down the stairs, smoking, slamming doors, and using the bathroom-each of these tasks required tripping through the living room. Glassman and I sat up on our respective couches and looked at each other in disbelief. For the next hour we tried unsuccessfully to sleep, for the hour after that we gave up, turned on the lights and caught up on e-mails on our phones while son continued to bang around, getting ever louder. Each time he made a loud noise the man with Alzheimers yelled more foul obscenities. If it hadn't been four in the morning it might, maybe, on TV, have been a comical scene. Finally at 6:00 the son left for work, but not before going upstairs and loudly waking up Vanessa to tell her it was raining and get her car keys, then slamming the door another time for good measure.
Vanessa offered to make pancakes, but I decided that I needed to leave as quickly as possible, so Glassman and I gathered our laundry, unplugged our phones, packed up and left quickly. It was only about 7 AM and NOTHING in Sailsbury opens before 8:00. So for an hour in the rain we wandered around the three blocks that make up their downtown, carrying our packs and looking at the scarecrows they had around town. Finally it was 8:00 and the breakfast Bistro opened for the day. We gratefully ate an overpriced breakfast and enjoyed coffee out of the rain.
We went to the library for about six hours and used the computer and internet service to catch up on writing this blog. Glassman was fascinated by the Scoville Memorial Library of Salisbury, CT because it is the oldest publicly funded library in the United States. It is in a beautiful stone building with a clock tower that chimes every 15 minutes. It was an enjoyable place to spend another rainy day. We ate a late lunch at the grocery store deli and then meandered down to the hotel we had reserved for tonight, the Inn at the Iron Masters. The evening was relaxed as we caught up on sleep we had been denied last night.
Scoville Memorial Library
One of the scare-crow entries along Main Street
Glassman looking crazy while he stirs up a concoction in the cauldron on main street with my trekking poles. Sorry, we had an hour to walk in the rain with our packs early in the morning.
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