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Spring is usually one of  the most disheartening seasons here on the Long Island Sound. It tends to be cold, grey, wet, muddy, COLD around here until May, so the whole “Spring” thing is usually purely hypothetical. March is usually particularly brutal, a month of sleet, low clouds, filthy — and I mean filthy — snow, and complete exhaustion. Like John Lennon said, Spring is a concept by which we measure our utter fed-up-ness with life.

But not this year.

This year, Spring is right on time, all grassy and greeny and balmy with the zephyr breezes of southern climes.

And we are happy, basking in the rejuvenating sunshine brought to us by this [also hypothetical -- ha ha] phenomenon called “Global Warming“.  Thanks, all you Hummer drivers out there!

This is so much better than last year, when all we got for Spring was the cold comfort of its Not Being Winter (In Name Only). And a cardboard box.

So, invigorated by the joyous brightness of Spring, I took myself an a Long Island pilgrimage. Through the beautiful scenic country which the original Rockaway Indian inhabitants called “Paumonok”, the “Land of Tribute”, I journeyed unto the County of Suffolk.

My destination lay behind that fence, the one with the big white sign on it, on Route 110.

Yes, that fence.

The fence that separates the object of my quest from the more attractive parking lots of this land, which was once a 100-acre farm before it was turned into a bunch of strip malls surrounding a really big mall known to us locals as the Walt Whitman Mall. For that is how we celebrate native-born poets on the Isle of Long; we pave the crap out of their old family farm.

And then I entered unto the other side of that fence and  lo, I tried to take a photo of the splendid T-Mobile phone shop that butts up against the small parcel of family farm still sprouting grass, but that damn statue of Walt (the poet) got in the way.

This is Walt’s family home, which is abutted by the western side of that fence. When photographed from the right angle, it can look almost bucolic.

The fact that the whole house hasn’t been knocked down in favor of a much-needed Bed Bath and Beyond is all down to the good work of some fine ladies who preserved the homestead in the 1950s. (this is two of the worthy ladies, whose names I did not write down. But any lady who wears a pillbox hat is OK in my book.

There is absolutely nothing of Walt’s in the house, which can only be seen by paying $6.00 for a guided tour. Even if you are the only person at the Walt Whitman birthplace that day, and  have the doughy face of a harmless old illustrator of terribly digressive travel memoirs, you will not be allowed to roam the grounds without a minder. The house is furnished with antiques from the era, or reproductions.

I really prefer it as it was in the 1940s, when the house was the domicile of a Long Island doctor and his lovely wife. I love the look of hideous Victorian furniture, especially if it’s in a dopey anachronistic setting, but I understand that that isn’t to everyone’s taste.

What I cannot stand is modern stupidity. This is the ladies’ room of the office where I slave away Mon-Fri, squandering my few remaining years of sex appeal and intellectual acuity.

Note how both the soap dispenser and the spiggot are juuuuuust short enough to spew soap onto the counter, juuuuust short enough to make it tricky to get your hands under the faucet, juuuust idiotic enough make washing one’s hands juuuuust that unpleasant.

And it’s not like this was not intentional, oh no. Every single sink is set up juuuuuust this way.

And me, being such an advocate of cleanliness and washing my hands at least five times a work day, I get juuuuuust enough enraged about this situation to earn my restorative G&T, Mon-Fri.

But I cannot leave you on this note of despair because I am all about bringing light and clarity and joy in to my reader’s lives. So please, check out this video of Le Road Trip and tell me if you can identify the music. I keep forgetting to ask my publisher what it is — maybe one of my brilliant blog Commentors knows?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCAMRLvDNdA

12 comments to I don’t hate Spring so much this year.

  • Deborah

    Sounds like French carousel music.
    video further whets an already ravenous appetite.

  • janet bellusci

    LOVED the video. your book has been pre-ordered from amazon for months and i’m so excited it will soon be in my hands for real.

    you are, sadly, so right on about the paving the crap out of a once beautiful island paradise. it is one reason i now am happily living in the mid-hudson valley. much less of the strip mall thing, for starters.

    after reading your blog this morning, i am prompted to say, “HANG IN THERE, VIV” ~ i mean, it IS friday already!!

  • Rachel

    Considering that your last book was apparently launched under cover of darkness and had to fend for itself (and congrats on now being *discovered* in Boston,) this seems to count as downright PROMOTION. And it is quite lovely. I will pass it around wherever possible. Yes, I too have pre-ordered and am anxiously awaiting this spring delight. I thought restrooms were designed to be frustrating and inconvenient in order that one not *linger* but rather return immediately to ones work.

  • Nadine

    Nice video. I’ve never seen a video promo for a book, but I don’t get to youtube too often. Sorry, I can’t help you with the music.

    Thanks for the kitty snaps, too. It looks like they all had a good winter.

  • Shelley

    I love the book promo on YouTube too (but not that fond of the unidentified music). I left a comment there also.

    I haven’t pre-ordered the book yet, but you can be sure it’s on my list of things to do this weekend! I also have high hopes that you’ll soon be launching another Great Pacific NW book tour?!

    The kitties look very pleased with Spring this year, as they soak up the sunshine. We finally have some sun here in Portland today, and hope it sticks around for a day or two or more. We had snow yesterday, so who knows?

  • The book video is great. I don’t know the music so sorry about that. My copy has been ordered and I am anxiously awaiting here in France!

  • Jeannie

    I love the book video. (Thanks for the ear worm by the way! LOL!) I hope that like most things, we will have a full circle moment and all the strip malls will be torn down and replaced by parks and museums. (Yes, I live in LaLa Land!) I know that song in the video. My first guess was that it was from a 1940-60 movie. But the regulars like LiLi, Gigi, 3 coins in the fountain, An American in Paris didn’t have songs like that. The closest I found was from the Tales of Hoffman. I think it is a French (or Italian) folk song. TGIF – party this weekend!

  • Wasn’t this music part of the sound track in the movie Gigi? Sounds like it was playing in the background of a street scene…that’s going back to the 50′s so I can’t be sure since memory is not as good as it used to be.

    I’m calling 2012 the Winter that Wasn’t…I don’t believe I wore my coat once. The weather guy said that we only had one day near freezing…I’m in the Intermountain west, the high desert of NV. Today it was 80F, unheard of for this time of year.

    Can’t wait for the book to arrive at the bookstore.

  • mary

    I csn’t identify the music either; but you DO think of Paris when you hear it.
    I like the way you lured us to the WW place. There is a Walt Whitman stop on the NJ Turnpike, so I always assumed he was born in NJ.

    Thanks for the lesson.
    I have 12 copies ordered.

  • Loved the book promo video. Whatever the music is- it’s perfect. Anyone who sees and hears this will order the book—for sure!
    Love your kitties, too.
    Barbara

  • Good ‘ol Suffolk County, my old stomping grounds. What a STRANGE place.

    Can I just say I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE BOOK?!

  • btw, if you have an iPhone, there’s an app called “Shazam” that recognizes music.

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