“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 783 (Sunday) – time, time, time

The weekly Sunday drive on route 113 was a little bit of an extra interesting time today. It was sunny and nice, with unusual scenic events. 

First, there was the antique engine and tractor show with orange traffic cones in the road and a police detail directing the line of traffic into and out of the field. What appeared to be vendor tables formed a perimeter and in the center of a clearing was a big red tractor with giant wheels. The traffic moved  smoothly enough that I couldn’t see what else was happening at what seemed to be a happening event that was bustling at 9:15 am. I’ve driven past prior versions of the event and the curiosity is building. There may need to be a stop planned there some year.

Just beyond the location of the engine and tractor show, a digital message board on the side of the road displayed an announcement that road construction was beginning April 25. Fortunately for me and the tractor show attendees, there were no construction issues.

The return trip along 113 a few hours later was equally interesting. There was a table staffed by two children at the sidewalk outside the fire department in one town. A sign on the front of the table had the words “Lemonade” and “Cystic Fibrosis” in legible lettering but the rest was impossible to read at 20 miles per hour. The kids were enthusiastically bouncing behind the table waving small signs over their heads, but business was hampered by the inability to park. Sorry kids.

Newest fashion?

Just beyond the bend in the road after the Fire Station, spitting distance from the the inaccessible lemonade vendor, six or eight people wearing Revolutionary War styled tricorn hats and brown vests milled about on the lawn of the building across from the library. It was a big temptation to double back to observe Team Tricorn and what I assumed was about to be some sort of drill. Or maybe fashion cycles have taken a massive jump backward. In any event, I kept going.

Between the antique engine and tractor show, the lemonade stand, and the tricorn hat squad, it felt like a scene from some Twilight Zone episode. It wouldn’t have been surprising if the Jeep’s horsepower was suddenly transformed into a horse-drawn wagon.

Time travel route?

After that, the only fresh sights to accompany the usual farms and the old cemetery were the multiple small clusters of bicyclists in modern jerseys, shorts and helmets taking advantage of the beautiful weather to ride along route 113. 

Back at home, here were numerous shifts of wandering the yard where the sights were limited to the plants. There was an assessment of the grass and faux grass and an internal debate over the need for mowing today. The mowing need exists only for the few random  tall, lush clumps, so the verdict was “not today.” This will likely be regretted in a day or two when the chore is finally addressed.

In the yardwork victory column, the pansies bought several weeks ago were finally set in the ground, but the hollyhock bulbs still reside in a bag awaiting the not clearly defined planting date within the stretch from April to June “after the last frost date.” Time is all over the place today.