On Thursday afternoon, we drove up to picturesque Pine Planes, just ’cause we won’t get a lot of chances to drive this year. It was a great drive, north from Red Hook up state route 9G. Not to downplay my appreciation for the Dwight D. Eisenhower National System of Interstate and Defense Highways, but driving on high-speed surface roads always feels joyful in a quite different way from driving as fast as I
possibly legally can. I’m sure we’ll drive on highways a lot on this trip, but I hope we’ll take some alternate routes, especially on the shorter drives like this weekend’s.
We wandered around A New Leaf Used books for a while, but didn’t buy anything. Since we both brought a box of books with us for the year, it’s probably going to be a while before we buy too many new books, but I doubt that’ll stop us from browsing used bookstores everywhere we go. As an overgrown couple of unsocial, bookish children, we both have a tendency to gravitate to bookstores, especially used ones, regardless of whether we have any intention of buying books. Will often actually buys something, but I usually just wander around with a vague sense of sadness that I don’t read as much as I used to.
A New Leaf was really delightful: it’s clearly been made in the downstairs of a functional house, with little or no renovation beyond the addition of perhaps more bookshelves than the average lifestyle would necessitate. My favorite aspect was a room that had formerly been a pantry or possibly kitchen, that still had a functional-looking sink, with books piled on the counter next to it. (I didn’t test the sink. It seemed rude.)