August 8th, 2010

green little review

Poem for Sunday and Corn Roast Festival

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We got up ridiculously early on Saturday because Daniel was going to the first robotics competition of the fall season, the Battle of Baltimore, and needed to be at school at 6:30 a.m. to carpool -- thankfully, I was not the one who had to drive him around the Beltway at that hour! I tried to fall back asleep, but the cats forgot that they had already been fed and started walking on me soon afterward. So I am a bit bleary-eyed. We had a nice afternoon, though -- we went to the Union Mills Corn Roast, which we attended last year with my in-laws. This was the 40th annual roast, and even though we got there well after 1 p.m., it was quite crowded. Adam had seven ears of corn, Paul had three; I had only one, though it was excellent, especially with the melted butter they provide. (Visitors also get applesauce, tomatoes, watermelon, a dinner roll, and a quarter chicken, though son and I didn't eat the chicken.)

Union Mills is the Shriver family homestead and played a role in the Civil War when the two brothers who owned the property took opposite sides. The mill is still in operation and we bought some buckwheat flour to bring home, plus I bought a couple of beads from a local jewelry designer. We visited the blacksmith shop and listened to the Standard Delivery Jazz Combo. We did not hear "Maryland, My Maryland" this year, possibly because we missed ex-governor Bob Ehrlich but also possibly because his Republican primary opponent, Sarah Palin-endorsed Brian Murphy, was walking between the tables shaking hands and working the crowd as we sat down to eat. I think his candidacy may actually be a conspiracy to make his opponent look good, because after half an hour of seeing the anti-taxes and anti-choice t-shirts on his cronies, I was ready to switch parties just to vote for Ehrlich in the primary.


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We were going to visit the Carroll County Farm Museum nearby in Westminster, but just as we left, Daniel called to say his team about to leave Baltimore after losing in the quarterfinals. So instead we drove to Silver Spring to pick him up from his carpool, then came home and had sloppy joes for dinner (some veggie, some turkey). Adam and I dropped in on Rose to visit the bird after dinner, running into his two best neighborhood friends on the way; poor Rose had a date and was not expecting three teenage boys to invade her living room, but she was very nice about letting them help feed the bird before I ordered everyone home. The little peeping birdie is now sitting on the upper perch when he's in the cage and testing his wings when he's on top of it. We're hoping he'll start eating seeds and bits of worm soon.