Check If The Museum is Open Before Driving an Hour | Three Peaks and a Valley #13

This series, Three Peaks and a Valley refers to three positive moments and one negative moment that happens during a twenty-four hour period of my life. When I’m feeling down, my mom tells me to remember one positive and one negative thing about the experience: a peak and a valley.

Three Peaks and a Valley aims to outweigh the negative with the positive.

Three Peaks and a Valley is a regular miniseries that, by sharing my own moments of joy and vulnerability I hope that you’ll think about your own.

PEAK: I spent the day with Ma on an accidental adventure. I’ll get into the reasons it was an accidental adventure later. The first part of our day was spent at an herb garden in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. We saw flowering onions (If you don’t know, onions grow into waist high bulbous flowers that smell faintly of… onion), spiderwort, motherswort, poppies, and a gorgeous witch hazel tree among other medicinal/herbal plants. Afterward, we bought coffee, picked up some Too Faced products marked down to practically nothing, used a coupon to buy a skirt, and used a coupon AND a sale to buy shoes. Ma and I enjoy free shit. If we have a gift certificate for $25 we will hunt through the whole store for that one thing marked exactly $25. I consider it a superpower.


Me, ma


PEAK: This conversation at a Central Massachusetts Dunkin Donuts…

“So, what is there to do around here?”

“Absolutely nothing,” the sallow-faced, haggard Dunkin Donuts cashier said, leaning over the counter.

PEAK: Late in the evening I went for a walk around my neighborhood. The weather was about 75 degrees (about 24 Celsius for the rest of the world) but the blowing wind and darkening sky made it feel much cooler. It was the sort of witchy weather that lifts your spirit. I half expected the wind to lift me up off my feet and hurl me into the sky. I loved it.

VALLEY: Always check to be sure your destination is open before leaving your house. Our original intent was to visit Old Sturbridge Village this morning, which you may read a previous blog post on here, but after driving an hour to the front gate we realized too late that we failed to check if the museum was open on Mondays. It is not. It shaped up to be a good day though… if a rather unexpected adventure into Central Mass.

From Instagram: “I drove an hour to churn some butter and look at cows and barns and crap, forgetting that the museum is closed Mondays. Still worth it”

As always, share your peaks and valleys with me in the comment section below!



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