Sunday, September 18, 2016

Drive by Cuteness Overload

Busy, busy week.  But my daughter in law sent me a picture: the baby is 6 months old today, and they got a puppy.

You can see that Baby Girl thinks she literally needs to get the puppy.  They will be here in a couple of weeks, and we will be babysitting for Baby and Puppy.  Lots more pictures!

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Sunday, September 11, 2016

September 11, 2001

15 years later, we remember.

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My children won't forget as long as I live.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Bebop's Back!

Playing with Ryan while his human was off babysitting for a friend's dogs (how disloyal can you get, really),

and demolishing a squeaky candy corn she brought him as an expression of penitance for leaving him with his second favorite person.

Happy weekending, everyone!

Thursday, September 8, 2016


...finally closed on his house today!

I wouldn't be a fan of living in a big city, but he's young, and if it makes him happy, that's great!

(He'd better hope that flat roof doesn't leak, because it will be a bear to fix.)

Happy Thorsday, everyone!

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Sunday Miscellany....

Just a drive-by posting.

I got mad at the prices I was getting to repair and repaint 5 ceilings in my house, so I've been working on it.  They're not perfect, but I don't know that the quotes of around $3000 per ceiling were going to give me perfection in a 95 year old house, either.  Besides, do you really look at your ceiling, as long as it's all the same color?  I rest my case.

Between Bebop and humans, we had visitors for 2 weeks, which was fun.  Bebop and his girl are moving back to Philly in a couple of weeks, so they'll be here much more often now!  It's a lot easier to drive 120 miles than 350 miles!

Ryan went back to college, but locally, so he's living at home.  He still doesn't know what he wants to do, so he's attending 2 different colleges with 2 very different majors.  And Mark starts his senior year on Tuesday.  Can you believe that my baby is almost 17, and starting his last year of high school?  He will be driving his Lincoln Town Car to school.  Of course he's driving a "land yacht."  First, he's almost 6'6", which is hard to squeeze into a small car, and, secondly, I want him safe.  Surrounded by iron.

Jeffrey is buying a house!  His closing is Tuesday!  I am so proud!

And Kellie and her fiance are buying a house; their closing is in October.  Imagine; I will have four children who are homeowners.  That makes me very proud, and feeling very old.

And, no recipe, but I made zucchini apple bread (think zucchini bread, with shredded apple, grated nutmeg, crushed allspice and cinnamon added).  It was durn good.

Happy Labor Day, everyone; I'll try to regain some semblance of posting once life is settled into the fall routine.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Garden Tuesday, On Wednesday

Our visitors have gone home.  The house is quiet for a little while.  Reflashing of the chimneys is underway this week, because....

The slate is done!  I have rocks on my roof again!

(Man, that garage and porch look massive, since I'm standing at the far end of the garage roof to take this picture!  But it's a fun place from which to survey the roof and yard.)

The color match isn't great, probably because it's hard to match freshly cut slate with that which has been weathering 90+ years.  You can see on this stretch above my bedroom, which is visible from nowhere except atop the garage roof, how different the color is.  Mostly, though, they mixed old and new, dark and light, and it looks pretty good.

And, yes, I painted that window and all of the trim around that dormer after I was finished with the camera.  I was standing on top of the porch roof.  Since I wasn't a dullard, and didn't walk off the edge, it was all fine. 

(But I do have to confess that the roofers had a ladder up next to another dormer which they had repaired, and I climbed up to paint that dormer's trim, too.  Hubby footed the ladder to prevent it from tipping over, if that really is a thing.)

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Friday, August 19, 2016

Dogs on Thorsday, a Day Late

Bebop's person went on vacation to the beach.  Evidently, Bebop was not invited.  So he came to visit us.  Ryan became his substitute person.
I never saw a dog smile before Bebop.
 He was so happy his whole body was wagging here!

 With Cass gone, he found other people to hang around with.

 Many other family members are visiting from Wednesday through next Wednesday.  So at least there are plenty of new friends for Bebop!
Happy Friday, everyone!  Bebop hopes you have a nice weekend, and keep your people close!

Monday, August 15, 2016

National Lemon Meringue Pie Day

I was going to dust tonight.  And vacuum tomorrow night.  That's the schedule.  But then I learned it was National Lemon Meringue Pie Day.

So I made the Best Pie Crust Ever, and then made a low cholesterol Lemon Meringue Pie.  My dearly beloved is going to be so excited!  I don't foresee him eating much else until it's gone.

(Yes, this was a drive by posting.  Happy Monday.)

Friday, August 12, 2016

Thorsday Book Review, On Friday...With a Dog

Last summer, a friend sent me this book.  I read it and was enthralled; it gave me an escape from the mental pressures of getting the yard ready for Shannon's wedding.  I read it again after our attic fire, in the little spare time I had, because it was such a welcome escape from the filthy realities of my ash covered, unroofed world.


Billie has just dropped out of college and moved to New York City to work for a storied food magazine, Delicious!  Her first day on the job, she was sent off to get an obscure ingredient, and met Sal there, who took her to his family deli, Fontanari's, where he had her sampling cheeses and whatnot, delighting in her perfect sense of taste.  Her job originally was assistant to the editor, and she was required to cook something as soon as she was hired, which caused her to have a panic attack - we learn why as the book unfolds.  Lonely and alone in New York, she also works at Fontanari's on the weekends, learning to love Sal's family, and enjoying the customers there.  Then, one day, the publisher announces that Delicious! is being closed down, and Billie stays on to answer the mail and phones, including the complaints made against the Delicious satisfaction guarantee (you will like every recipe in the magazine, no matter how old the issue, or they'll give you a refund).  One old lady in particular is a real pip in her terrible recipe substitutions, and she lends some levity to the book.  Then, as she's wandering through the empty building, which is a 200 year old house (and the architectural descriptions of the building are wonderful - I longed for that house), she finds a locked room upstairs containing a library, in which Billie discovers correspondence between Lulu Swan, a 12 year old girl in Ohio during World War II, and the legendary James Beard (who worked for the magazine at that time).  Following the correspondence with Billie is wonderful.  On the personal side, Billie is emailing her sister frequently, and her emails are full of sorrow - we learn why toward the end of the book.  A Fontanari's customer known as "Mr. Complainer" makes a few appearances in the book, too; it's all well written and woven together, and leaves you really caring about the characters (and the house, too, at least in my case).

And, Bebop is here this week, following Ryan around.  Since Cass is away at the beach, Ryan is his substitute person.

Happy Friday, everyone!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Rosemary Roast Chicken

The other night, it was raining and chilly, and a roasted chicken seemed to be the order of the day.


1 oven stuffer roaster
2 tbsp butter, softened
2 tbsp olive oil
2 tbsp rosemary
3 cloves garlic, minced (or 3 tsp minced from a jar)
1 onion, chopped in eighths
1 carrot, quartered

With a fork, mash together the butter and olive oil; mash in the rosemary and garlic and set aside.  Wash the cavity of the chicken, and salt liberally.  Put the carrot quarters and half the onion in the cavity.  Tuck the remaining 4 pieces of onion between each leg and the body, and between each wing and the body, under the skin.  Loosen the skin over top of the breast, and push the butter mixture in a thin layer over the top of the meat, including down the sides and onto the thighs.  Roast in a 350F oven until done; mine was an 8 pound chicken, and took about 2-1/2 hours.  Let it sit for 15 minutes before carving.

This was a terrific, moist chicken.  I'm going to remember this flavoring combination the next time it's cool enough for me to want to roast a chicken!

And, regarding my corner bookcases, Dan built those a couple of years back, when he rebuilt the old playroom into a family room.  He does great work, doesn't he?

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Happy Book Lovers' Day!

I you think I qualify as a book lover?

I do have a couple of books around.

I learned to read when I was 4, and have never stopped.  Bobbesy Twins in kindergarten and first grade, Nancy Drew in second grade.  These 3 bookshelves are probably about half of the books we have in this house (or maybe a little less; who's counting?).

I read an article in my Sunday paper about the author's favorite book, and realized that your favorite book must change as you get older.  I loved The Secret Garden when I found it, maybe in 3rd or 4th grade.  I reread it a few months back, and still loved it.  Then there was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.  I found a copy of that one at the book sale the week before our house fire; I'm going to read it again soon.  Gone With The Wind?  Yep, 6th grade.  I've read it several times.  I realized while thinking about this post that all of these books have something in common: a girl/woman in difficult circumstances who does what she must to survive.  Poor Mary, cranky and unloved.  Francie, well loved, living in a tenement.  Scarlett and Melanie, the same and so different.  I'd have liked to think I'd have been Scarlett, but without modern medicine, I fear I'd have been Melanie.

Then, the summer before 8th grade, when we'd moved yet again, and I didn't know a soul, I took up walking the mile-and-a-half to the library every other day to get myself 2 or 3 books, and I found Taylor Caldwell.  Historical fiction set in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, which gave a great look at how people lived and thought not so long beforehand.  My favorite of all of her books was Captains and The Kings.

Of course, there have been a gazillion other books - too many to mention - but the ones which stay with me the best are the ones where the main character speaks to my heart, moves me.  Most recently, The Little Paris Bookshop and Delicious! come to mind.

So, what about you?  Favorite books, currently or in the past, or even a favorite book ever?

And, just in case you wondered, here is Mark's summer reading selection.  He also had to read Night by Elie Wiesel for history, along with the first quarter of the textbook (and a bucketload of questions to answer for that).  I'll probably read some of these, too.

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Garden Tuesday on Wednesday, Sort of.

So, a few weeks back, we learned that no one has bothered to get my mother in law's name put on the in-laws' headstone, despite the fact that she died over a year ago.  I have ordered that problem rectified, because evidently my husband is the only of her children who thinks her grave should be marked.

That caused us to look into his grandparents' headstone, because one of his brothers visited the cemetery where they're buried about 25 years ago, and brought us pictures of many headstones, but not theirs. So, he called that brother, who just happened to be going to New Hampshire, and stopped by the cemetery in Monson to look for that gravestone.  It does exist, but my dearly beloved thinks that stone is small and weaseley, so I'm looking into getting it replaced, as well.

(I don't know why some pictures insist on orienting themselves sideways.  Just pretend it looks right.)

And look what BIL found.  I know these markers to indicate the 8 year old and 3 month old daughters of a different relative; both have been dead 80 to 90 years.  And the sad thing is that I don't think anyone knows of the existence of these girls except me, because BIL had to clear dirt off the stones to photograph them for me.  And he had no idea what they meant; he said they looked like surveyors' monuments to him.

So, I'm thinking of having the current gravestone for my grandparents-in-law (now dead 38 and 55 years) refaced, and carved for these babies.  Someone ought to remember them, after all.

OK, not your typical Garden Tuesday.  But it's what I've been chasing for the better part of a week, and it beats pictures of 3" of rain.

Happy Wednesday, everyone!