Rock & Roll Farm

Wednesday! Sep 01 2004 // 11:55 pm //

Picking up supplies

My mother and I just returned from a lengthy shopping trip to get me ready for my farm adventure. I needed some pants fit for field work, toiletries, and other various items. My knee is like that of someone much older than I, so we purchased a fancy neoprene support and a big bottle of Ibuprofen. I’m hopeful that this will do the trick to keep me out of the emergency room as well as allowing me to be useful to the farm. Other necessary items on our list were a headlamp, shower caddy, nail clippers and file, spf lip balm, ear plugs, and batteries. The headlamp was definitely the coolest thing on my list. It screams “specialized.” Only a few things left to buy now, like a pocket knife and one of those sporty glasses-keeper-onner things.

Tomorrow I’m going to start packing, but first I need to locate my dad’s hockey bag. The faded black canvas bag could hold me inside comfortably, plus a couple of cinder blocks in case I was on bad terms with the mob. In our family, my dad’s hockey bag is the bag you use when you have to get a lot of stuff from A to B. My brother and I would alternate using it year to year when we attended summer camp. The off years you’d have to use his Navy duffel, which was much smaller. Not only is the bag cool and full of legend, it is featured in one of my favorite photographs of all time. The black and white photo shows my grandfather on his back amidst all my dad’s hockey gear, which was laid out on the lawn to be disinfected by the sun. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may need to put the bag out in the sun for a while before packing. It’s probably stuffed in a dark corner of the basement collecting spiders and basement smell.