I wake up and hear about torrential rains forecast for Monticello, NY. My parents ask me to go check on the house upstate. I jump in my brand new car and pick up my sister. She is impressed by the car, which has a Hemi engine (V8 I suppose) so very powerful (very much like my rental in San Diego). For some reason she does not come with me.
So I drive upstate alone. When I get off at the exit, I proceed toward the house. As I get closer, crossing over the Silbert’s creek, there is a flash flood – water is rising. I try to drive up the last little hill with my powerful Hemi-powered car. I veer to the right because I think I see a way to get through but the water quickly is becoming too deep. I get out of the car – it is stuck, I suppose, and try to walk/wade/swim the rest of the way. I see 2 women doing the same thing, and the call out to me and tell me to follow them – more to the left than I had been. I follow them and able to get to ankle-deep water and proceed up the hill.
Then I woke up.
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Tuesday, December 9, 2008
December 4 2008 - Coffee in Monticello
I was visiting my sister at the end of the summer at her job in camp. But her camp happened to be located in Monticello, NY, where we spent many summers and my parents used to own a house (my father still has a house near there in Swan Lake NY).
We’re driving down the hill on route 42 and I see all these unfamiliar restaurants. One I point out is a coffee place – my sister says she isn’t familiar with it but that there is another really good coffee place ahead. We go through the traffic light and look to the left, and there is a restaurant called Jeff’s (which used to exist) – I asked my sister if it had reopened but she didn’t think it had – we looked inside and it looked like they were training staff. We pass the coffee place and my sister says my mother loves that place (my mother died in 2003).
Then we stop into what looks like an indoor/outdoor cantina that has pool tables outside but under a roof that had like that straw hanging down like in the Caribbean. We put our name on the list to go play pool, but then she decides she wants to leave. I tell her I need to use the bathroom and when I go to the bathroom, I run into a guy who I knew in high school and recently reconnected with on Facebook. We man hug and I tell him I will e-mail him when I am headed down to Florida (where he now lives) in January or February to visit my father and his wife.
Then the alarm goes off.
We’re driving down the hill on route 42 and I see all these unfamiliar restaurants. One I point out is a coffee place – my sister says she isn’t familiar with it but that there is another really good coffee place ahead. We go through the traffic light and look to the left, and there is a restaurant called Jeff’s (which used to exist) – I asked my sister if it had reopened but she didn’t think it had – we looked inside and it looked like they were training staff. We pass the coffee place and my sister says my mother loves that place (my mother died in 2003).
Then we stop into what looks like an indoor/outdoor cantina that has pool tables outside but under a roof that had like that straw hanging down like in the Caribbean. We put our name on the list to go play pool, but then she decides she wants to leave. I tell her I need to use the bathroom and when I go to the bathroom, I run into a guy who I knew in high school and recently reconnected with on Facebook. We man hug and I tell him I will e-mail him when I am headed down to Florida (where he now lives) in January or February to visit my father and his wife.
Then the alarm goes off.
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