Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Vermont, Part 4, in which two ships pass in the night

Last time we left off, I was in Hastings Store, thoroughly embarrassed and thanking my lucky stars that the only people in the store at the time were the store-guy, the postmistress, and me, turning beet red from my head to my toes. The store-guy was saying something about Marcelle's family owning a "nice piece of land with cottages for rent" while I made a hasty retreat back to my parents waiting in the car.

After a full day of sightseeing and shopping, we decide to head home the next morning. We packed up the car, cleaned up the cabin, and headed off to Hastings Store to drop off the trash and let the store-guy know we were leaving. Apparently in addition to storekeeping and matchmaking, he watches over properties & gets boats out of the water and such.

Anyway, mom and I were waiting in the car while dad went into the store, and he was in there for a looooong time. We couldn't imagine what was taking him so long since he was in such a hurry to get on the road. Turns out, the store-guy and postmistress were talking to dad about staying through the weekend. Guess who happened to stop in the store the night before? The famous Marcelle! Yes, indeed. Apparently there was some discussion, and Marcelle offered to take me out and show me the scenery. Yeah, right. Mr. Storekeeper and Ms. Postmistress probably badgered the poor guy and wouldn't let him out of the store until he agreed to show me some leaves.

Needless to say, we headed home that morning, and Marcelle was off the hook. While our two ships passed in the night, or more literally our two cars passed on Interstate 91 in Northern Vermont, mom was mumbling about what might have been with Marcelle, missed opportunities, maybe another time, blah, blah, blah.

Me, I'm just happy to be back home. Just look at this sweet face!
The End!

3 comments:

Donna Lee said...

That was an exciting way to end the trip. Now if this was a Disney Adventure, Marcelle would show up somewhere else in your life and birds would sing and bells would ring and you'd both look at each other and know that it was meant to be.......

Ah, if life were only a Disney movie (except that the mother always has to die to make room for the step-mother)

Channon said...

What a fun story! You're a good sport to share it with us.

Sissy is pacing and whining for her Dadaw. She finds it almost unacceptable that he actually has to WORK at work.

Sue said...

Close call!! How great is it to get back to your sweet fur-babies? I'll bet they missed you as much as you missed them.