On Thursdays here at the lake, the event is always visiting my grandma two lakes over at Skaneateles. Today would be no different. Our travels to her house took much longer than usual because we ran into four separate road repair jobs. Now why anyone would do road repair in the middle of the summer on a 93 degree day is beyond me, but there they were, laying down gravel and pavement. The forth section was the worst – they had entirely dug up the road so all of us had to drive 10MPH or less across bumpy loose gravel. I felt really bad for my dad in the car in front of me: he washed his black Mercedes yesterday and now it was getting all dusty again. Eventually, we got to grandma’s house, and then proceeded to do all the usual things that we do on a Thursday: take her out to lunch, go to the cemetery to water grandpa’s flowers, go to the grocery store, go to the bank, then home for a little conversation. For the first time since I can remember, I didn’t venture to her very steep back yard or down to her cellar and garage (the place of so many childhood memories). My uncle had cleaned-up the downstairs a few years ago now, and now there was nothing to see – just an empty couple of rooms that smelled of mold and oil (I love that smell!). When we went home, we went a different way to avoid much of the road construction. We still had to hit that big gravel one, but not the other three. We all stopped off in Geneva to get groceries, and then Courtney asked to stop in Penn Yan as well to pick up bait for fishing. We got home at 6PM and ate leftovers.
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