A Glimpse of Saratoga, Part 1


English: Downtown Saratoga Springs, New York, ...

English: Downtown Saratoga Springs, New York, United States (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thanks to the need to share caregiving of my mother with other members of my family (“thanks” being a loose term, a mixed bag of gratitude) I have reason to drive up to Saratoga Springs, NY several times a month.  This is a three-plus hour jaunt I used to enjoy, but not so much anymore.  Familiarity breeds contempt, as they say, at least somewhat.  It would probably be different were I actually looking forward to my visit upstate.  It’s not that I don’t like seeing my mother — I do — but it’s dealing with her dismay and sadness, her depression and physical weakness, her lack of enjoyment in anything, and her rampant (and increasing) hallucinations as Alzheimer’s eats its way into her brain that takes the joy out of the visit.

Imagine that.

However, all is not gloom and doom.  Having adopted Holly the Aussie back in April, I have reason to walk (read:  escape the house) two or three times a day.  In prior visits through the years, I had a tendency to bomb around Saratoga, charging here and there at something of a break-neck pace.  With Holly, things are slowed down.  I walk in areas I’d never gone, explore unanticipated nooks and crannies, find wonders, and (much to my surprise) rediscover this place I’ve loved so well.

I thought to share some of what I’ve found during my adventures.  As my computer currently is having fits about uploading too many photos, I’ll do a few at a time.  I hope you enjoy what I’ve discovered.

Here there be Dragons!  Who knew that the stylish, flower-breathing sort of beastie favored the side streets of Saratoga?  I found this fellow in the courtyard of a local gardening/fine furnishings establishment.  (He’s still there, for anyone with the cash to bring him home.)

A few weeks later, this lovely creature joined him.  Full-sized; sittable, if not rideable.  Wonder if I can fit him in the back of my car?

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About Melissa Crandall

Longer ago than I care to admit--although I will--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and media tie-in novels. Since then, I've moved on to narrative nonfiction, speculative fiction, and essays. I write to explore and understand the world around me, the things I see and experience nearby or from a distance. If I shake myself up, cool. If I shake you up, even better. Not gratuitously--what's the point in that?--but to set what I know, or think I know, on end and realize, "Well, doesn't it look different from this side!" My work is neither sexually explicit nor graphically violent. Let's face it - your imaginations will come up with things far worse than anything I could write, no matter how descriptive. Besides, it's just not my thing. I live in Connecticut with my supportive husband Ed, a cat named Ruby who might just think she's a dog, and an epileptic Australian shepherd named Holly who isn't quite certain anymore who she is, except she knows she loves her mommy.
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2 Responses to A Glimpse of Saratoga, Part 1

  1. Emily B says:

    I think you should go for the Pegasus…just tie him to the roof….give the people on the way home something to remember 😉

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