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A throne of one's own

We need a new toilet.  Two, in fact.  Which means that I am now confronted with the specter of toilet shopping. 


The best weekends start with muffins....and here are mine

We all have our gifts, and here are mine:   I write very good thank you notes.  I grow really beautiful lettuce.    And I can bake any kind of muffin.  



Jet Blues

It is late at night, I am on a plane, and someone around me is having a bad gas attack.  


When life hands you apples....

The other day, Steve went to the market near his office to buy a few apples.   The apples, he reported with dismay, were all from Chile or New Zealand.  Why, in New England, in September, would anyone go to the trouble of importing apples from so far away?   When our local orchards are chock-full in this record-harvest year?

As we discussed this over breakfast, we worked ourselves into quite a self-righteous lather.   We should all eat locally, whenever possible!  So much better for the planet!   And so much tastier!

And how much more local can you get than your own backyard?  In fact, we have two apple trees in our little backyard, probably planted by the Victorians who built the place (or, perhaps more likely, by the groovy group home that installed itself here in the 60's).   Mostly, these apple trees serve the function of crapping all over our garden:  they are a major source of debris, shedding diseased leaves pretty much all season long, and providing a home for much-detested squirrels, who feast on the apples and then fling their half-eaten fruit on our heads.

Fashion Week

It’s Fashion Week in New York City.  

Actually, Fashion Week began last Thursday, a full four days ago – the fact that I am just catching on is proof enough of just how unfashionable I am, here in unfashionable Boston.   

Further proof of my lack of fashion savoir faire:  it would never occur to me to begin a Week on a Thursday.   Anyone inclined toward symmetry would pick Sunday or Monday to begin a Week.

Return of the Carpool Blues

It's Labor Day -- can the Carpool Blues be far behind?   Here's another tune from "Songs of Domestic Bliss" -- a hymn for the season.

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What to do while the rest of the family is on vacation?

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Pink gloved freezer cleaning

Husband Steve is cavorting with his brothers in the Basque motherland.   My older child, a college junior, is leading a group of incoming freshmen on a kayaking expedition in the glorious Pacific Northwest.   Child #2 is off to orchestra camp, to spend a week playing Grieg, Stravinsky and Wagner with 100 of her new best friends. 

And I am home, defrosting the freezer.

The Bunnies' Revenge

It didn't work out so well for Whitey, either.

A few weeks ago, I posted a blog entry ("Whitey Bulger in the Garden") in which I enthused, rather smugly, about the many strategies I have employed to keep marauding members of the animal kingdom out of my veggie patch.   I was particularly eloquent about a certain electric fence we'd installed -- a single wire, set at bunny height, which would deliver to any encroaching rabbit a jolt big enough to scare him off, but not enough to do any actual harm.   At that point, the fence seemed to have been completely successful:   parsley, beets, and beans, veggies that had been chomped to the ground in previous years, had all survived and thrived.

Then I went on vacation for a week.  Here's what I found when I returned:

Live well, eat longer

I am sitting in a vacation cottage in Maine, watching the late afternoon sun glint off the water, listening to the calling of the gulls.  It is lovely and peaceful.   What a treat to let my mind wander at such moments, wherever it wants to go, contemplating the great and small questions of the universe:    what's for dinner?   And is it too soon to start cooking?

Don't mess with the mama bear

Probably my favorite song from "Songs of Domestic Bliss" -- and now with a video, in case you're one of those people who prefers to watch your music rather than just listening.   Or you can just listen, on the Music page or the sidebar to the left.

Let me just say right now that I was working on this song long before Sarah Palin was a gleam in John McCain's eye.....

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