A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. The Deke and I returned to St. John's Episcopal Church in Beltsville. At the foot of the altar rested a pile of pink, camo, blue, red, and other colors of backpacks because today's service marked the start of school with the priest blessing these bags with holy water and all of us saying prayers over them. The prayers were for students, teachers, administrators, and others who work at schools. I imagined one of the Deke's school bags being on the pile and was happy that this time was set aside to encourage and strengthen the Deke and all the other teachers as they move into this new school year.
2. I picked up the corgis from the groomers and enjoyed how their sleek clean coats and trimmed nails upped their swagger.
3. At shortly after 10:00 p.m., Patrick returned to Greenbelt on time from NYC on the Bolt bus and I helped him satisfy a craving by driving through at Popeyes so he could bring home and devour a three piece chicken and mashed potato dinner.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/29/15: Delighting Angela, Racking Up Steps at the Mall, Meeting Hiram's Parents
1. I don't remember the last time I spent the whole day doing stuff with the Deke. We began our day down at the Hair Cuttery, both getting freshened up so we'll look presentable at the big wedding this coming Saturday in Chicago. When Angela, while cutting my hair, asked me if I'd had a vacation this summer, I told her that I traveled out west and on the plane trip out the flight attendants alerted me that they had decided I had the best hair on the plane. This happened just after Angela cut my hair the last time and my story delighted her and made her laugh.
2. After some time at home, the Deke and I piled back into the Subaru and headed west to Bethesda and the Montgomery Mall. We rarely shop, let alone shop at a mall, but the Deke needed to buy something to wear to the wedding and I thought about buying a new white shirt. The Deke's trip was a success and I got a lot of steps racked up on my pedometer.
3. After the mall, we stopped in at the Quench Tap Room near the intersection of New Hampshire and E. Randolph and enjoyed some beer together before driving a short distance to Molly and Hiram's house where Hiram's mom and dad, Bertha and Tino were visiting. I had never met them and it was a lot of fun to get acquainted and to learn more about Hiram's family, especially about how Tino came to the USA from Cuba over fifty years ago.
2. After some time at home, the Deke and I piled back into the Subaru and headed west to Bethesda and the Montgomery Mall. We rarely shop, let alone shop at a mall, but the Deke needed to buy something to wear to the wedding and I thought about buying a new white shirt. The Deke's trip was a success and I got a lot of steps racked up on my pedometer.
3. After the mall, we stopped in at the Quench Tap Room near the intersection of New Hampshire and E. Randolph and enjoyed some beer together before driving a short distance to Molly and Hiram's house where Hiram's mom and dad, Bertha and Tino were visiting. I had never met them and it was a lot of fun to get acquainted and to learn more about Hiram's family, especially about how Tino came to the USA from Cuba over fifty years ago.
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Sibling Assignment #168: Salmon and Gewurztraminer Wine
As August draws to an end and as Carol basks in the glow of the fun of her recent vacation on the Oregon Coast, she gave us siblings this prompt for our next assignment:
"Write about some of the memories you have when we all gathered at the Oregon Coast and share those memories and stories in your next post."
Christy wrote about the last time we all got together on the Oregon Coast in 2009, here. Carol's post is forthcoming.
Please, Sisters, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think some combination of members of our nuclear family were at the Oregon Coast together in intermittent years from 1980, when Mom and Dad came to see me in Eugene, through 2012, when Mom and I drove to Eugene to visit the Deke, Adrienne, and Jack and we took a day trip to Yachats and had a bite to eat at the Adobe Inn.
Looking back, I see I wrote about our family's time at Rockaway Beach in August, 2009, here, and I see I wrote then about what I was going to write about now for this assignment. Until now, I didn't realize that I think a lot about these family visits to the Oregon Coast and associate them with the way I have often felt like the family vagabond/weirdo. It's all right there in my August, 2009 blog post and so is my gratitude that, in 2009, I felt so much acceptance from our family even though I spent a lot of time by myself and had a lot on my mind that was troubling me during that very difficult year.
So, since I've already sufficiently tilled that soil, I need to take another approach to this assignment.
I'm tempted to write about the high anxiety I felt when our family gathered at the Oregon Coast. I was always nervous about whether things were going well for Mom and Dad, but especially Dad. Was this restaurant okay for him? Would the weather cooperate and give us (him) a gorgeous ocean sunset? Would he like the golf course in Waldport? If I bring food for us to eat, will he like what I bring (think cream of celery soup -- and the answer is NO!)?
But, enough of that. I want to write about a positive memory. Ha! I just went back Sibling Assignment #18, written in May, 2007, and I wrote then about, guess what?, my feelings of melancholy when our family gathered at the Oregon Coast, but also about a sweet memory I had about the morning Dad went for a walk and brought us back donuts. It's here.
Now, back in 2007, Carol wrote about hers and my seasickness when she and Scott E. and I went out on a fishing boat in 1982. It's hilarious and if you'd like to read it, go here.
We didn't catch any fish that morning. Carol and I never stopped throwing up long enough to really tend our poles, and even though he never got sick, Scott had no luck either.
So, we did what must be done at the end of a failed fishing expedition: we bought a salmon from a Yaquina Bay fish market.
If I remember correctly, later that day, in the late afternoon, Scott took over the cooking of the salmon.
He gathered wood on the beach and built a small campfire and when it had died down, he set the salmon he'd dressed and wrapped in foil in the hot coals and cooked it perfectly.
Back in those days, not only did I love salmon baked the way Scott did it, I also loved to eat salmon paired with Gewurztraminer wine. I guess the sweet meat of the salmon and the peppery and spicy elements of the wine worked for me and I remember feeling blissed out eating this fish, even if we didn't catch it.
I might be making this up. Maybe we didn't have Gewurztraminer with the salmon and maybe we fixed the salmon up in the cabin in the little oven.
But I do know that I associate that cabin strongly with Gewurztraminer wine, thanks to the first visit I ever made to this cabin in the winter of 1980.
Back then, married to Eileen, she and I joined with Barbara and John for a weekend at Yachats and we went to the store to buy some wine and gave Gewurztraminer a try and we loved it and it became our go to wine for the next couple of years.
I especially remember how we drank that wine in the cabin with a winter storm gathering over the ocean, the waves crashing, the wind roaring, and rain pelting the cabin and we got out the board game Sorry! and played "Screw You" Sorry! together. Any time we could thwart an opponent's advance to victory, we relished it, not with "sorry", but with "screw you" (or its f-bomb equivalent) and we had such a good time and enjoyed the Gewurztraminer so much that we had to go out into the storm and buy another bottle or two.
So, it was a tough morning out on that fishing boat, but a good dinner came out of it and, thanks to the Gewurztraminer wine and the salmon, I can enjoy some fond memories of days spent with people long removed from our family's life, but who added a lot of enjoyment to my life over thirty years ago.
"Write about some of the memories you have when we all gathered at the Oregon Coast and share those memories and stories in your next post."
Christy wrote about the last time we all got together on the Oregon Coast in 2009, here. Carol's post is forthcoming.
Please, Sisters, correct me if I'm wrong, but I think some combination of members of our nuclear family were at the Oregon Coast together in intermittent years from 1980, when Mom and Dad came to see me in Eugene, through 2012, when Mom and I drove to Eugene to visit the Deke, Adrienne, and Jack and we took a day trip to Yachats and had a bite to eat at the Adobe Inn.
Looking back, I see I wrote about our family's time at Rockaway Beach in August, 2009, here, and I see I wrote then about what I was going to write about now for this assignment. Until now, I didn't realize that I think a lot about these family visits to the Oregon Coast and associate them with the way I have often felt like the family vagabond/weirdo. It's all right there in my August, 2009 blog post and so is my gratitude that, in 2009, I felt so much acceptance from our family even though I spent a lot of time by myself and had a lot on my mind that was troubling me during that very difficult year.
So, since I've already sufficiently tilled that soil, I need to take another approach to this assignment.
I'm tempted to write about the high anxiety I felt when our family gathered at the Oregon Coast. I was always nervous about whether things were going well for Mom and Dad, but especially Dad. Was this restaurant okay for him? Would the weather cooperate and give us (him) a gorgeous ocean sunset? Would he like the golf course in Waldport? If I bring food for us to eat, will he like what I bring (think cream of celery soup -- and the answer is NO!)?
But, enough of that. I want to write about a positive memory. Ha! I just went back Sibling Assignment #18, written in May, 2007, and I wrote then about, guess what?, my feelings of melancholy when our family gathered at the Oregon Coast, but also about a sweet memory I had about the morning Dad went for a walk and brought us back donuts. It's here.
Now, back in 2007, Carol wrote about hers and my seasickness when she and Scott E. and I went out on a fishing boat in 1982. It's hilarious and if you'd like to read it, go here.
We didn't catch any fish that morning. Carol and I never stopped throwing up long enough to really tend our poles, and even though he never got sick, Scott had no luck either.
So, we did what must be done at the end of a failed fishing expedition: we bought a salmon from a Yaquina Bay fish market.
If I remember correctly, later that day, in the late afternoon, Scott took over the cooking of the salmon.
He gathered wood on the beach and built a small campfire and when it had died down, he set the salmon he'd dressed and wrapped in foil in the hot coals and cooked it perfectly.
Back in those days, not only did I love salmon baked the way Scott did it, I also loved to eat salmon paired with Gewurztraminer wine. I guess the sweet meat of the salmon and the peppery and spicy elements of the wine worked for me and I remember feeling blissed out eating this fish, even if we didn't catch it.
I might be making this up. Maybe we didn't have Gewurztraminer with the salmon and maybe we fixed the salmon up in the cabin in the little oven.
But I do know that I associate that cabin strongly with Gewurztraminer wine, thanks to the first visit I ever made to this cabin in the winter of 1980.
Back then, married to Eileen, she and I joined with Barbara and John for a weekend at Yachats and we went to the store to buy some wine and gave Gewurztraminer a try and we loved it and it became our go to wine for the next couple of years.
I especially remember how we drank that wine in the cabin with a winter storm gathering over the ocean, the waves crashing, the wind roaring, and rain pelting the cabin and we got out the board game Sorry! and played "Screw You" Sorry! together. Any time we could thwart an opponent's advance to victory, we relished it, not with "sorry", but with "screw you" (or its f-bomb equivalent) and we had such a good time and enjoyed the Gewurztraminer so much that we had to go out into the storm and buy another bottle or two.
So, it was a tough morning out on that fishing boat, but a good dinner came out of it and, thanks to the Gewurztraminer wine and the salmon, I can enjoy some fond memories of days spent with people long removed from our family's life, but who added a lot of enjoyment to my life over thirty years ago.
Three Beautiful Things 08/28/15: Cool Morning Air, David's Utter Calm, The Corgis and the Grounds
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of of the pantomime.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. To get things ready for our trip to Chicago next week, I took the car in to be serviced and walked back home in the cool morning air via the path around Greenbelt Lake:
2. So that Molly and Olivia and Ana could go to the open house this afternoon at Olivia's new school, I stayed with David for about an hour and watched him patiently and meticulously sort through tiny Lego pieces, doing his best to solve construction problems and, when he couldn't solve them, he serenely let go and moved on, without a trace of frustration.
3. The dogs helped me get in over 10, 000 steps today when we once again walked the circumference of the grounds behind our apartment home. Have I ever posted a picture of this area? Well, I took one and figure no harm done if I'm repeating myself:
It was a small part of of the pantomime.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. To get things ready for our trip to Chicago next week, I took the car in to be serviced and walked back home in the cool morning air via the path around Greenbelt Lake:
2. So that Molly and Olivia and Ana could go to the open house this afternoon at Olivia's new school, I stayed with David for about an hour and watched him patiently and meticulously sort through tiny Lego pieces, doing his best to solve construction problems and, when he couldn't solve them, he serenely let go and moved on, without a trace of frustration.
3. The dogs helped me get in over 10, 000 steps today when we once again walked the circumference of the grounds behind our apartment home. Have I ever posted a picture of this area? Well, I took one and figure no harm done if I'm repeating myself:
Friday, August 28, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/27/15: Autumn Mornings, To the Dry Cleaners, New Salad
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. Although the magazine room at the Greenbelt Library disappointed me -- I'll ask a librarian on another visit if I missed something -- like where are back issues --, the walk to the library from the Co-op refreshed me as autumn air is beginning to sit in Greenbelt in the mornings.
2. After much deliberation and hours of research, I decided to take my suit to the Beltway Super Cleaners in the Greenbelt Plaza and I took a few minutes to stroll down the plaza a ways to check out Heaven's Bakery for the heck of it and it didn't make a strong positive impression on me. This little stroll was part of my ongoing effort to learn more about where I live.
3. I made another salad this afternoon for dinner and it was really good: spinach leaves, chick peas, red onion, cherry tomatoes, kalamata olives, and feta cheese dressed with a combination of olive oil, rice vinegar, lemon juice, honey, cumin, garlic, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. It made for a most satisfying dinner.
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. Although the magazine room at the Greenbelt Library disappointed me -- I'll ask a librarian on another visit if I missed something -- like where are back issues --, the walk to the library from the Co-op refreshed me as autumn air is beginning to sit in Greenbelt in the mornings.
2. After much deliberation and hours of research, I decided to take my suit to the Beltway Super Cleaners in the Greenbelt Plaza and I took a few minutes to stroll down the plaza a ways to check out Heaven's Bakery for the heck of it and it didn't make a strong positive impression on me. This little stroll was part of my ongoing effort to learn more about where I live.
3. I made another salad this afternoon for dinner and it was really good: spinach leaves, chick peas, red onion, cherry tomatoes, kalamata olives, and feta cheese dressed with a combination of olive oil, rice vinegar, lemon juice, honey, cumin, garlic, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. It made for a most satisfying dinner.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/26/15: Patrick to NYC, Building a Great Salad, Happy Dogs
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of a blackbird.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. A quick trip to the Greenbelt Station and Patrick boarded the Bolt Bus and was off to New York City.
2. Time to use up some goods in the cupboard, so I fixed the cup of couscous I still had as well as the orzo and then started to construct a salad with rice, black beans, sweet peppers, red onion, garlic, cherry tomatoes, olive oil, parsley, lemon juice, a touch of lime juice, a sprinkling of red pepper flakes, and some salt. Huge success.
3. An expanse of lawn sits outside the back of our apartment building and about four other buildings near ours and the dogs and I walked the circumference of the lawn today and it made them very happy. If they could talk, they would ask me to do this more often. I'll pretend I can read their minds and we'll do this more often. They probably wonder why it took me so long to figure out that this would be a good walk for them, especially since it seems to be free of encounters with other dogs -- such encounters drive the corgis nuts and they bark like crazy.
The only moving thing
Was the eye of a blackbird.
-- Wallace Stevens
1. A quick trip to the Greenbelt Station and Patrick boarded the Bolt Bus and was off to New York City.
2. Time to use up some goods in the cupboard, so I fixed the cup of couscous I still had as well as the orzo and then started to construct a salad with rice, black beans, sweet peppers, red onion, garlic, cherry tomatoes, olive oil, parsley, lemon juice, a touch of lime juice, a sprinkling of red pepper flakes, and some salt. Huge success.
3. An expanse of lawn sits outside the back of our apartment building and about four other buildings near ours and the dogs and I walked the circumference of the lawn today and it made them very happy. If they could talk, they would ask me to do this more often. I'll pretend I can read their minds and we'll do this more often. They probably wonder why it took me so long to figure out that this would be a good walk for them, especially since it seems to be free of encounters with other dogs -- such encounters drive the corgis nuts and they bark like crazy.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/25/15: The List, Old Line Bistro Dinner, From the Boss to Joan Jett
1. I remembered thinking that when I returned from Idaho a month ago, I would, and I quote myself, "Get back into my routine." I have no idea what that routine is because I'm sure not into any routine as of yet. So, today, I figuratively strapped myself into a chair and made a list of what I need to get done, so that I'm not depending on my scatter-brained memory to remember what to do -- then, I got going on the list by cleaning the bathroom.
2. Patrick, Molly, Ana, the Deke, and I met at the Old Line Bistro for dinner. The Deke and I got seated and the owner came over to ask us how we were and to see if we had been to Old Line before and we told him we had and how much we enjoyed it. Patrick, Molly, and Ana arrived, and our splendid server, Laura, helped us get settled in with the baby. Laura and I had some solid beer talk and I ordered a couple of half pints, the first from Jailbreak in Laurel, a very easy, lightly melon infused blonde ale called Dew Right Honeydew. Second up was a delicious half pint of a small batch, one-off dark beer from Baltimore, a Heavy Seas Desert Island Series Schwartzbier. I ate the best dinner I've ever had at Old Line Bistro: three lamb sliders with tzatziki sauce, cumcumber, and tomato and a kale and goat cheese salad, sweetened with strawberries and watermelon, made meaty with pecans, and dressed with a bracing balsamic vinaigrette.
3. Patrick and Debbie and the corgis turned in early. While at Old Line, Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" came over the house music system and so, this being the 40th anniversary of the Born to Run album, I went to YouTube and listened to several songs from a 1975 live concert in London at the Hammersmith Odeon performed passionately by Springsteen and the E Street Band. This inspired me to listen to three or four cuts from one of my favorite bands, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes, and, since Southside Johnny and Bon Jovi have done work together, I listened to a couple of Bon Jovi cuts. I ended the night, for over ninety minutes, with Joan Jett videos -- among the videos I watched were songs from live concerts and studio produced videos of her songs; I watched her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, found a video of her performing a duet with Bruce Springsteen, singing "Light of Day"; I went way back to Joan Jett's days with The Runaways and listened to a sneering version of "Cherry Bomb" performed in Japan; I found her performing on Oprah and on stage in duets with Miley Cyrus; it was fun when she performed "Crimson and Clover" along side Tommy James; and, I dug up a great late 80s segment from The David Letterman Show with Joan Jett performing a NYC version of Jonathan Richman/ and the Modern Lovers' classic, "Roadrunner".
I'm still not sure I've found a routine.
2. Patrick, Molly, Ana, the Deke, and I met at the Old Line Bistro for dinner. The Deke and I got seated and the owner came over to ask us how we were and to see if we had been to Old Line before and we told him we had and how much we enjoyed it. Patrick, Molly, and Ana arrived, and our splendid server, Laura, helped us get settled in with the baby. Laura and I had some solid beer talk and I ordered a couple of half pints, the first from Jailbreak in Laurel, a very easy, lightly melon infused blonde ale called Dew Right Honeydew. Second up was a delicious half pint of a small batch, one-off dark beer from Baltimore, a Heavy Seas Desert Island Series Schwartzbier. I ate the best dinner I've ever had at Old Line Bistro: three lamb sliders with tzatziki sauce, cumcumber, and tomato and a kale and goat cheese salad, sweetened with strawberries and watermelon, made meaty with pecans, and dressed with a bracing balsamic vinaigrette.
3. Patrick and Debbie and the corgis turned in early. While at Old Line, Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" came over the house music system and so, this being the 40th anniversary of the Born to Run album, I went to YouTube and listened to several songs from a 1975 live concert in London at the Hammersmith Odeon performed passionately by Springsteen and the E Street Band. This inspired me to listen to three or four cuts from one of my favorite bands, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes, and, since Southside Johnny and Bon Jovi have done work together, I listened to a couple of Bon Jovi cuts. I ended the night, for over ninety minutes, with Joan Jett videos -- among the videos I watched were songs from live concerts and studio produced videos of her songs; I watched her induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, found a video of her performing a duet with Bruce Springsteen, singing "Light of Day"; I went way back to Joan Jett's days with The Runaways and listened to a sneering version of "Cherry Bomb" performed in Japan; I found her performing on Oprah and on stage in duets with Miley Cyrus; it was fun when she performed "Crimson and Clover" along side Tommy James; and, I dug up a great late 80s segment from The David Letterman Show with Joan Jett performing a NYC version of Jonathan Richman/ and the Modern Lovers' classic, "Roadrunner".
I'm still not sure I've found a routine.
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/24/15:IKEA Problem Solving, Shopping with Patrick, Exquisite Dinner
1. The Deke wanted to put into action an idea for where her students can put their backpacks, jackets, coats, and other accessories they bring with them to class. There are no hooks. There is no coat hall. So, she asked Patrick and me to go to IKEA to buy some shelving with cubby holes. We were on it and when we arrived at the Deke's school, she asked where the other shelves were.
Oh. We were supposed to get two?
Yes.
Patrick went inside with the Deke and the shelving to be the assembly man and I drove back to IKEA and bought another box of shelving.
I interrupted my mission at IKEA by looking at some picture frames and began to imagine how some of my images of Snug might look in some of those frames.
2. After Patrick got the shelving assembled, we took care of the dogs, and then it was off to Shoppers to buy groceries for the gourmet meatloaf, cream cheese potato, and asparagus dinner Chef Patrick had planned for to fix for Molly, the Deke, him, and me over at Molly's house.
3. Chef Patrick's dinner was awesome. The meatloaf was solid, not crumbly, and was both savory and slightly sweet and the cream cheese red potatoes and asparagus were perfect side dishes. Patrick provided us with a perfect family dinner. Hiram had left with David and Olivia earlier in the day for a fun trip of miniature golf and amusement park rides to Williamsburg, but he'll be able to enjoy the leftovers when he returns.
Oh. We were supposed to get two?
Yes.
Patrick went inside with the Deke and the shelving to be the assembly man and I drove back to IKEA and bought another box of shelving.
I interrupted my mission at IKEA by looking at some picture frames and began to imagine how some of my images of Snug might look in some of those frames.
2. After Patrick got the shelving assembled, we took care of the dogs, and then it was off to Shoppers to buy groceries for the gourmet meatloaf, cream cheese potato, and asparagus dinner Chef Patrick had planned for to fix for Molly, the Deke, him, and me over at Molly's house.
3. Chef Patrick's dinner was awesome. The meatloaf was solid, not crumbly, and was both savory and slightly sweet and the cream cheese red potatoes and asparagus were perfect side dishes. Patrick provided us with a perfect family dinner. Hiram had left with David and Olivia earlier in the day for a fun trip of miniature golf and amusement park rides to Williamsburg, but he'll be able to enjoy the leftovers when he returns.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/23/15: Farmers Market, Visiting DC Brau, Uncle Patrick
1. Patrick and I took a quick trip down to Greenbelt's Farmers Market and picked up some red potatoes and cherry tomatoes. Quite a few people were out, enjoying the variety of produce, soaps, volunteer information, and food booths.
2. Early in the afternoon, Patrick and I headed down to Bladensburg Road in NE D. C. and enjoyed a round of samplers at the D C Brau's tasting room. It's a most unimpressive looking place in a small warehouse on a desultory block that houses a beauty supply shop, a plumbing shop, a run down post office, and a Goodyear Service Center, but, I'm telling you, looks aren't everything. I sampled D C Brau's Corruption IPA, Brau Pils, Public Pale Ale, and Penn Quarter Porter and took a sip of Patrick's On the Wings of Armageddon Double IPA and his Stone of Arbroath Scotch Ale and every one of these beers tasted great. We didn't drink any pints -- the samplers were enough --, but we did walk out with a 64 oz growler of the Corruption IPA and a six pack of Penn Quarter Porter to enjoy later at Molly and Hiram's.
3. David and Olivia are nuts about their Uncle Patrick. They especially enjoyed transforming Patrick into a human jungle gym on the couch. Patrick is great with the kids and they love all the different ways he plays with them and how creative he is.
2. Early in the afternoon, Patrick and I headed down to Bladensburg Road in NE D. C. and enjoyed a round of samplers at the D C Brau's tasting room. It's a most unimpressive looking place in a small warehouse on a desultory block that houses a beauty supply shop, a plumbing shop, a run down post office, and a Goodyear Service Center, but, I'm telling you, looks aren't everything. I sampled D C Brau's Corruption IPA, Brau Pils, Public Pale Ale, and Penn Quarter Porter and took a sip of Patrick's On the Wings of Armageddon Double IPA and his Stone of Arbroath Scotch Ale and every one of these beers tasted great. We didn't drink any pints -- the samplers were enough --, but we did walk out with a 64 oz growler of the Corruption IPA and a six pack of Penn Quarter Porter to enjoy later at Molly and Hiram's.
3. David and Olivia are nuts about their Uncle Patrick. They especially enjoyed transforming Patrick into a human jungle gym on the couch. Patrick is great with the kids and they love all the different ways he plays with them and how creative he is.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/22/15: Patrick's in Maryland, Framing Pictures, Brother Day
1. United Flight 1947 arrived at Baltimore Washington Thurgood Marshall Airport at 7:06 this morning and on board was our son, Patrick Hennessey and I picked him up and we'll get to have his company now for two weeks.
2. While I was in Idaho, the Deke bought some picture frames and some of those frames were still empty and I had fun trying out different of my pictures with different frames, trying to learn better what frames enhance what pictures and trying to file away what I learned for future frame purchases.
3. It was brother day for Molly and Hiram. Not only did Patrick arrive today, but Alejandro, Hiram's brother, drove down to Silver Spring from Pittsburgh and I had the pleasure of meeting him for the first time. We all sat down to a pasta dinner together and had a lot of fun all getting better acquainted.
2. While I was in Idaho, the Deke bought some picture frames and some of those frames were still empty and I had fun trying out different of my pictures with different frames, trying to learn better what frames enhance what pictures and trying to file away what I learned for future frame purchases.
3. It was brother day for Molly and Hiram. Not only did Patrick arrive today, but Alejandro, Hiram's brother, drove down to Silver Spring from Pittsburgh and I had the pleasure of meeting him for the first time. We all sat down to a pasta dinner together and had a lot of fun all getting better acquainted.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 07/21/15: Snug and David, Preaching in my Youth, Spiderman Hoodie
1. Even after my Hard Drive Crash of 2012, I still have nearly four hundred pictures of Snug, but after he died in 2011, I couldn't bear to look at them very often. That changed today. I uploaded tons of pictures of Snug into my flickr account today and looked at many of these pictures and enjoyed what a handsome dog he was and, I think, the love he inspired in me, as seen in the pictures. I'm not sure I have the original file of this picture any longer, but I remembered I had posted in on this blog six years ago (June 2009), and it remains one of my favorites. It's Snug sitting in our Eugene living room with the Deke's brother, David, who died fewer than six months later:
2. Sister Christy sent me a text message wondering if Mom was correct in remembering that I had preached a sermon at the Presbyterian church in Omak. She was right and that single text stirred memories of a short-lived time, in my early twenties, when I would get occasional preaching jobs, through the church relations office at Whitworth, in churches near Spokane. Mostly these were one time fill the pulpit jobs, made possible by a woman named Dawn who worked in the church relations office and would contact me when a church called the college looking for a one Sunday preacher. I preached in Sandpoint, Post Falls, Omak, and, for about 4-6 Sundays, in Spangle when the pastor at the Christian Church there had to be away because of surgery. I often think about those times when I sit in the congregation now and listen to sermons. I marvel at the naive innocence of my youth when I had total confidence that I had something to say. Sometimes, when at worship these days, I try to imagine what I'd say if I were ever asked to preach again. Mostly, I think about how, as I've grown older, I face spiritual and sacred matters with humility and, often, silence.
3. When the Deke and I arrived at the Diazes this evening for dinner, David greeted us enthusiastically because his mom had just bought him a Spiderman hoodie and when he pulled the hood up over his head, a Spiderman mask dropped over his face.
Me: Can you see with the mask over your face?
David: Yes. The mask has lots of little holes and I can see right through them.
2. Sister Christy sent me a text message wondering if Mom was correct in remembering that I had preached a sermon at the Presbyterian church in Omak. She was right and that single text stirred memories of a short-lived time, in my early twenties, when I would get occasional preaching jobs, through the church relations office at Whitworth, in churches near Spokane. Mostly these were one time fill the pulpit jobs, made possible by a woman named Dawn who worked in the church relations office and would contact me when a church called the college looking for a one Sunday preacher. I preached in Sandpoint, Post Falls, Omak, and, for about 4-6 Sundays, in Spangle when the pastor at the Christian Church there had to be away because of surgery. I often think about those times when I sit in the congregation now and listen to sermons. I marvel at the naive innocence of my youth when I had total confidence that I had something to say. Sometimes, when at worship these days, I try to imagine what I'd say if I were ever asked to preach again. Mostly, I think about how, as I've grown older, I face spiritual and sacred matters with humility and, often, silence.
3. When the Deke and I arrived at the Diazes this evening for dinner, David greeted us enthusiastically because his mom had just bought him a Spiderman hoodie and when he pulled the hood up over his head, a Spiderman mask dropped over his face.
Me: Can you see with the mask over your face?
David: Yes. The mask has lots of little holes and I can see right through them.
Friday, August 21, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/20/15: More Photo Sorting, Grieving Snug, Green Bean Potpourri
1. I spent several hours continuing to examine memory cards, working to recover and organize photographs, all because of the great external drive crash of 2012. I've worked on this project intermittently since 2012 and I don't see an end in sight. I am glad, however, that I have stopped taking like two hundred pictures every time I take my camera out. This former way of doing things has made these days of going back over memory cards very tedious.
2. It's been difficult for me over the last nearly four years to go back and look at the scores of pictures I took of my now deceased dog, Snug. The difficulty doesn't diminish with time. All the same, I enjoyed revisiting pictures of him as I work on this picture project.
3. I blanched a bag of green beans and boiled some tiny potatoes, and iced them. When the Deke arrived home, she combined them with cherry tomatoes, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and garlic to make a delicious cold dinner.
2. It's been difficult for me over the last nearly four years to go back and look at the scores of pictures I took of my now deceased dog, Snug. The difficulty doesn't diminish with time. All the same, I enjoyed revisiting pictures of him as I work on this picture project.
3. I blanched a bag of green beans and boiled some tiny potatoes, and iced them. When the Deke arrived home, she combined them with cherry tomatoes, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and garlic to make a delicious cold dinner.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/19/15: Tedious and Rewarding. North Idaho Pictures, Stop Deleting
1. I have been working since the fall of 2012 to recover pictures from memory cards and organize them after the external hard drive I had recently purchased crashed. I am storing all my pictures, good ones and lousy ones, at flickr, and today I worked on continuing to update my flickr account. It's a tedious project and, at times, rewarding.
2. I found a memory card with pictures I hadn't stored or uploaded to flickr. I'd missed these pictures from the summer of 2011 -- Martin Creek, North Fork of the CdA River, Cataldo, Mom's yard and garden -- and I've hoped they weren't lost. For me, this was a great discovery. Here's a picture from Mom's yard that I'm glad I kept, but that I wan't that crazy about back in 2011:
3. It's not that all the pictures are that great. I know they aren't. I've had times when I brutally deleted pictures and I won't do that again. I will always do my best to keep some record of all the pictures I take. Today I discovered that I was more pleased with some pictures I took four years ago than I was at the time I took them. As time goes by, I think I'm less harsh in my assessment of my pictures and I have to accommodate my changing moods and perspectives as the pictures, and I, grow older.
2. I found a memory card with pictures I hadn't stored or uploaded to flickr. I'd missed these pictures from the summer of 2011 -- Martin Creek, North Fork of the CdA River, Cataldo, Mom's yard and garden -- and I've hoped they weren't lost. For me, this was a great discovery. Here's a picture from Mom's yard that I'm glad I kept, but that I wan't that crazy about back in 2011:
3. It's not that all the pictures are that great. I know they aren't. I've had times when I brutally deleted pictures and I won't do that again. I will always do my best to keep some record of all the pictures I take. Today I discovered that I was more pleased with some pictures I took four years ago than I was at the time I took them. As time goes by, I think I'm less harsh in my assessment of my pictures and I have to accommodate my changing moods and perspectives as the pictures, and I, grow older.
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/18/15: Slow Start, Gratitude for Travel, Kindness at TGI Fridays
1. This happens some days, not very often. I wake up at 5:30, tired, unrefreshed and take care of the dogs and help the Deke get out the door. I fight the fatigue for a while and then surrender and take a morning nap. I'm very fortunate to be retired so that when this happens I can just deal with it, get some morning sleep and get on with my day. Today I got on with my day at 10:45.
2. I completed Sibling Assignment #167 today and had a great time kickin' around in my flickr account looking for pictures I've taken that represent what the summer season has come to mean to me. I felt deep gratitude for my good fortune in life. I get to travel -- oh, not to Europe or Costa Rica or the Caribbean or Southeast Asia or other far away places-- but over the last few years I've had a good trip to NYC and to Newport, Oregon and have enjoyed travel in North Idaho and drove to Battle Ground, IN and even got to go to Nelson, British Columbia and so I wrote some about it and posted some pictures, here.
3. After the 10:00 service at St. John's Episcopal Church on Sunday, a parishioner handed the Deke a fundraiser flyer: eat on TGI Fridays on Tuesday, hand in this flyer when cashing out, and fifteen percent of the bill goes to St. John's. So we had a late afternoon dinner at TGI Fridays. Nothing was special about the food -- as expected -- but my whiskey/ginger ale cocktail was strong and delicious and when we left, on our way to the car, Stan, one of the parishioners, saw us leave and left his table and came outside to say hello. We hadn't noticed him and his wife and other church members as we left -- we are not accustomed to knowing anyone when we go out -- and I enjoyed that he came out to greet us and see if we enjoyed dinner.
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Sibling Assignment #167: In the Good Old Summertime
Christy assigned the three of us siblings to do the following:
Every summer as the mildness of spring starts to give way to the heat of summer, I dread summer's arrival. I dread the heat and the harsh light of cloudless days. Here in Maryland, I dread the humidity. I also dread the dry heat of where I come from, North Idaho -- and I dread the roar of the inevitable wildfires there.
And, yet, over the past few years, it's been in the good old summertime when I've done some of my favorite traveling, some of it with the Deke, some of it alone, and several jaunts with my sisters.
Looking at my pictures, I'm struck by the variety of places I've visited and the contrasts in the images, so I am going to post some pictures that, I hope, express my gratitude for the good fortune I have had to make some trips, to see good friends, spend time with family, and to make the most of the good old summertime.
Some of my travels have been to small towns in North Idaho that are practically deserted. My sisters and I went on a Sibling Outing back in 2011 to Avery, Idaho and, later that day, drove around Clarkia.
In contrast to these rural North Idaho towns, in 2012, I traveled for about eight days in New York City, my first (and so far, only) visit. I loved the grandeur of New York City and kept trying to take pictures that reflected the deep impression its cityscape made upon me:
I also enjoyed taking candid pictures of people in Manhattan and Brooklyn. This shot comes from Washington Square in Greenwich Village:
I will wish for the rest of my days that I could return to Nelson, B. C. and stay for several, not a few, days after Christy and Carol and I traveled there in 2013. While there, we went on a ferry ride across Kootenay Lake and visited Crawford Bay, where I watched this glass blower do her work:
Later in that summer of 2013, I made a very short trip from Eugene to Newport, but it was a long trip back in time as my great friends, going all the way back to our days at Whitworth College, Mark and Peter and I got together for a couple of days of stories, laughter, meals, and some serious reflection upon what we've been doing over the last forty years or so.
This summer, I traveled back to Kellogg -- but I don't have any pictures. I'll have to make up for this lapse when I return in November.
But the summer started with some travel with the Deke. We went out to Battle Ground, Indiana for a family reunion on the Deke's mother's side of the family and to drop in and out of the Indiana Fiddlers' Gathering.
Maybe the best part of that trip was Aunt Suzy's and also Lisa's screened in porches. These are comfortably furnished porches where the air moves through, the bugs stay out, and where people can sit around and yak with each other, knit, make plans, drink, and eat some food:
So, I guess all my dread about the heat and the glare of summer is sort of foolish, isn't it.....My most recent summers have featured some wonderful travel and, most importantly, time spent with family and great friends.
Still, couldn't it be a little cooler?
Pick a series of photos from your collection that symbolizes summer to you. Write a reflection on the summer photo choices.You can see Christy's pictures, here, and read her thoughts about and gratitude for the Sibling Outings that Christy, Carol, and I go on. Carol's summer has been defined by walking at least 10,000 steps a day: her pictures and thoughts are here.
Every summer as the mildness of spring starts to give way to the heat of summer, I dread summer's arrival. I dread the heat and the harsh light of cloudless days. Here in Maryland, I dread the humidity. I also dread the dry heat of where I come from, North Idaho -- and I dread the roar of the inevitable wildfires there.
And, yet, over the past few years, it's been in the good old summertime when I've done some of my favorite traveling, some of it with the Deke, some of it alone, and several jaunts with my sisters.
Looking at my pictures, I'm struck by the variety of places I've visited and the contrasts in the images, so I am going to post some pictures that, I hope, express my gratitude for the good fortune I have had to make some trips, to see good friends, spend time with family, and to make the most of the good old summertime.
Some of my travels have been to small towns in North Idaho that are practically deserted. My sisters and I went on a Sibling Outing back in 2011 to Avery, Idaho and, later that day, drove around Clarkia.
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| Avery, Idaho |
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| Clarkia, Idaho |
In contrast to these rural North Idaho towns, in 2012, I traveled for about eight days in New York City, my first (and so far, only) visit. I loved the grandeur of New York City and kept trying to take pictures that reflected the deep impression its cityscape made upon me:
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| Looking Across the East River from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade |
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| Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge |
I also enjoyed taking candid pictures of people in Manhattan and Brooklyn. This shot comes from Washington Square in Greenwich Village:
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| The Pigeons of Washington Square |
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| BC Glassblower |
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| Happy to Have Her Picture Taken |
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| Mark and Peter at Newport |
But the summer started with some travel with the Deke. We went out to Battle Ground, Indiana for a family reunion on the Deke's mother's side of the family and to drop in and out of the Indiana Fiddlers' Gathering.
Maybe the best part of that trip was Aunt Suzy's and also Lisa's screened in porches. These are comfortably furnished porches where the air moves through, the bugs stay out, and where people can sit around and yak with each other, knit, make plans, drink, and eat some food:
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| Lisa's Screened In Porch |
Still, couldn't it be a little cooler?
Three Beautiful Things 08/17/15: Back to School, Back to Food Prep, Back to Idaho
1. Summer break is over for the Deke and so we got back into our morning routine today. As I dropped the Deke off at school, she told me she was looking forward to seeing her fellow teachers and to getting underway with the work of preparing her mind and her classroom for the arrival of students next week.
2. We haven't quite returned to our routine of one night's dinner being the next day's lunch just yet, so I took time this morning to make a very tasty tabbouleh-style rice salad, subbing basil for parsley and going a little crazy with the lemon and garlic. Both the Deke and I were very happy with how sweet and flavorful the tomatoes we bought Sunday at Costco were.
3. I got an email from Alaska Air advertising excellent plane ticket prices. Since I plan to visit Mom and my sisters in November and come back to Maryland after Thanksgiving, I decided to see what it would cost if I bought a ticket out and back now. I liked the prices, so I bought my tickets and will arrive in Spokane on Nov. 4 and come back to Maryland on Dec. 5th.
2. We haven't quite returned to our routine of one night's dinner being the next day's lunch just yet, so I took time this morning to make a very tasty tabbouleh-style rice salad, subbing basil for parsley and going a little crazy with the lemon and garlic. Both the Deke and I were very happy with how sweet and flavorful the tomatoes we bought Sunday at Costco were.
3. I got an email from Alaska Air advertising excellent plane ticket prices. Since I plan to visit Mom and my sisters in November and come back to Maryland after Thanksgiving, I decided to see what it would cost if I bought a ticket out and back now. I liked the prices, so I bought my tickets and will arrive in Spokane on Nov. 4 and come back to Maryland on Dec. 5th.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/16/15: St. John's in Beltsville, The World Comes to Costco, Evelyn Brings Over Lasagna
1. The Deke and I hadn't been to church together, I'd say, since Jack was baptized back in 2011. Last Sunday, an Episcopal Church deacon preached at St. Andrews' in College Park. I wanted to know more about him and discovered that he serves St. John's in Beltsville. I either didn't know (or had totally forgotten) there was an Episcopal Church in Beltsville. It's a much smaller church than St. Andrew's and much closer to our apartment home. I mentioned my discovery to Debbie, told her St. John's priest was Haitian, and said I thought it was a mostly African-American parish and that I was going to attend services there on Sunday. Immediately, Debbie said, "I want to go." So we did. We were warmly welcomed. The service was beautiful, moving at times. We went to the parish hall for coffee hour, and, to our surprise and delight, a tasty potluck lunch was being served. We met the Marshalls who sat with us at coffee hour and told us about the nearly forty years they've been coming to St. John's. We'll go back next Sunday, I'm sure, unless, for some reason, Patrick's arrival and visit creates a conflict.
2. After church, we shopped at Costco where the Deke knew there were some handy food items for her daily lunches -- she starts back on Monday, August 17th. If I ever need evidence, right before my eyes, that I don't live in Eugene or Spokane or Coeur d' Alene or Kellogg any longer, the Beltsville Costco is the perfect place to go. The Beltsville Costco feels like an international bazaar or food market. As the Deke and I made our way up and down the Costco aisles, I couldn't begin to count the number of languages spoken by shoppers and because I am ignorant about the wardrobes of people from African countries, Muslim countries, Pacific Island countries, and India and other Hindu countries and because I do not have a keen sense of what countries different people from East Asia or Latin America or Europe come from, I couldn't begin to say how many people from how many different nations were in the Beltsville Costco today. It's a wonder to me I live here. I never imagined I'd ever live in such an international setting -- and whenever I want to experience how international Prince George's County in Maryland is, all I have to do is visit the Beltsville Costco, especially over the weekend. It's invigorating.
3. A family from Ghana lives next door to Molly and Hiram. Evelyn, the family's matriarch, is a cousin to one of the Deke's fellow teachers at school, and the Deke will unfold to him that she knows Evelyn on Monday when she returns to work. Around five o'clock, the Deke and I went over to the Diazes and just as we arrived, Evelyn popped over unannounced with a surprise lasagna -- she, like many other generous people in Molly and Hiram's life, was helping them out with food because they have a new born baby at home. Evelyn stayed for a while to visit and told us about her daughter who went to Spelman College and then worked in the Teach for American program in D. C. and helped out in Bangkok as Teach for Thailand was being formed and how her daughter is about to begin her first year at the University of Maryland Law School. Evelyn's theme was how much she admired people who go into school teaching and that her daughter decided that if she were going to affect change in the world, she would need a law degree.
By the way, the lasagna -- known to David and Olivia as pizza noodles -- was awesome.
2. After church, we shopped at Costco where the Deke knew there were some handy food items for her daily lunches -- she starts back on Monday, August 17th. If I ever need evidence, right before my eyes, that I don't live in Eugene or Spokane or Coeur d' Alene or Kellogg any longer, the Beltsville Costco is the perfect place to go. The Beltsville Costco feels like an international bazaar or food market. As the Deke and I made our way up and down the Costco aisles, I couldn't begin to count the number of languages spoken by shoppers and because I am ignorant about the wardrobes of people from African countries, Muslim countries, Pacific Island countries, and India and other Hindu countries and because I do not have a keen sense of what countries different people from East Asia or Latin America or Europe come from, I couldn't begin to say how many people from how many different nations were in the Beltsville Costco today. It's a wonder to me I live here. I never imagined I'd ever live in such an international setting -- and whenever I want to experience how international Prince George's County in Maryland is, all I have to do is visit the Beltsville Costco, especially over the weekend. It's invigorating.
3. A family from Ghana lives next door to Molly and Hiram. Evelyn, the family's matriarch, is a cousin to one of the Deke's fellow teachers at school, and the Deke will unfold to him that she knows Evelyn on Monday when she returns to work. Around five o'clock, the Deke and I went over to the Diazes and just as we arrived, Evelyn popped over unannounced with a surprise lasagna -- she, like many other generous people in Molly and Hiram's life, was helping them out with food because they have a new born baby at home. Evelyn stayed for a while to visit and told us about her daughter who went to Spelman College and then worked in the Teach for American program in D. C. and helped out in Bangkok as Teach for Thailand was being formed and how her daughter is about to begin her first year at the University of Maryland Law School. Evelyn's theme was how much she admired people who go into school teaching and that her daughter decided that if she were going to affect change in the world, she would need a law degree.
By the way, the lasagna -- known to David and Olivia as pizza noodles -- was awesome.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 07/15/15: No Machine Worked, Snafus, Turning of the Tide
1. I decided to have pictures I took at the Aquatic Gardens and at the Wheaton Regional Park printed. I usually do this online through Costco, but the online Costco Photo Center is closed while the company investigates a security breach. So I went to the Beltsville Costco to order the pictures. For the first time in my life, I had a failed experience at Costco -- very unusual. Not one of the three machines I used would load my pictures off of the cd I took in. After over 45 minutes of trying, I surrendered to the facts of life that this wasn't my day and headed off to go for a walk in the Patuxent Wildlife Refuge.
2. On my way to the Patuxent Wildlife Refuge, I took a wrong turn and ended up in a Filipino-American Seventh Day Adventist church parking lot, so, seeing that this wasn't my day, I bagged going to Patuxent, and came back to our apartment home where someone talking on a smart phone was parked across three parking spaces in front of our apartment building, including our assigned spot. She never saw me waiting for her to move, never heard me lightly honk my horn, so I inched closer to her and she finally looked up. We smiled. She moved. I parked. I laughed at the absurdity of my life. I went in, logged on to flickr, and ordered my pictures through Snapfish. Had I only done this 90 minutes ago. . . .
3. Things improved mightily when the Deke and I drove over to Molly and Hiram's to visit, enjoy some chicken dinner together, and shoot the breeze. It was a good way to turn the tide of a day of snafus into a day of satisfaction.
2. On my way to the Patuxent Wildlife Refuge, I took a wrong turn and ended up in a Filipino-American Seventh Day Adventist church parking lot, so, seeing that this wasn't my day, I bagged going to Patuxent, and came back to our apartment home where someone talking on a smart phone was parked across three parking spaces in front of our apartment building, including our assigned spot. She never saw me waiting for her to move, never heard me lightly honk my horn, so I inched closer to her and she finally looked up. We smiled. She moved. I parked. I laughed at the absurdity of my life. I went in, logged on to flickr, and ordered my pictures through Snapfish. Had I only done this 90 minutes ago. . . .
3. Things improved mightily when the Deke and I drove over to Molly and Hiram's to visit, enjoy some chicken dinner together, and shoot the breeze. It was a good way to turn the tide of a day of snafus into a day of satisfaction.
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/14/15: Good Walk, Picking Up the Deke, Dinner at the Diaz House
1. I enjoyed walking around half of Greenbelt Lake and on over to Roosevelt Center to pick up a refill at the pharmacy and back home again along Crescent Road. With other walking I did during the day running errands and other miscellaneous things, I logged over 10,000 steps -- it's been a while since I walked that many steps in a day.
2. The Deke arrived home at New Carrollton AmTrack station, giving me another reason to drive into previously untraveled territory. I'd arrived in New Carrollton back in April on the train from Matuchen, N.J., but I came back to our apartment home the bus. Bit by bit, I'm figuring out more and more of all these criss-crossing, curly routes and roads that make up the transportation system of the suburban labyrinth where I live.
3. The Deke is happy to be back home and we did exactly what you'd think we'd do: we went to the Diaz household for dinner, where we found Ana to be healthy, growing, and sleeping deeply for almost the whole time we were there. Molly was relaxed, Hiram was getting ready for a parade at the Marine Barracks, and David and Olivia were both cheerfully playing and popping up from time to time with dispatches about Spiderman and other luminaries in their world of play.
2. The Deke arrived home at New Carrollton AmTrack station, giving me another reason to drive into previously untraveled territory. I'd arrived in New Carrollton back in April on the train from Matuchen, N.J., but I came back to our apartment home the bus. Bit by bit, I'm figuring out more and more of all these criss-crossing, curly routes and roads that make up the transportation system of the suburban labyrinth where I live.
3. The Deke is happy to be back home and we did exactly what you'd think we'd do: we went to the Diaz household for dinner, where we found Ana to be healthy, growing, and sleeping deeply for almost the whole time we were there. Molly was relaxed, Hiram was getting ready for a parade at the Marine Barracks, and David and Olivia were both cheerfully playing and popping up from time to time with dispatches about Spiderman and other luminaries in their world of play.
Friday, August 14, 2015
Three Beautiful Things 08/13/15: Maggie on the Mend, Corgi Godzilla Fantasies, Maggie's Kidneys Are Healthy
1. The medicine and prescription dog food are helping Maggie get better. Everything about her today was pretty much back to Maggie being herself. I do hope she doesn't fall into a habit of wanting to be up at 4:15 every morning. I indulged her this morning, but as her condition improves, I want those two hours of sleep back in the morning.
2. Because I decided to stay home with Maggie all day, aside from a trip to the store, I cleaned carpets. The corgis regard the vacuum cleaner and the rug shampooer as villains in a fourth-rate Godzilla movie in their little corgi heads, so doing this cleaning meant keeping the corgis from full on attacking the machines by containing them behind closed doors in the bedroom and the bathroom. You'd think the corgis would just go into panic attack mode when the machines are turned on, but, no, just the sight of me moving one of the machines from one place to another, sends Maggie and Charly into a shrieking fit of scream barking.
3. I talked to the vet this afternoon. Good news. Although the sample of Maggie's pee I captured was small, it was sufficient. Yes, the analysis showed a UTI. The Deke and I had been concerned that Maggie might be suffering loss of renal function. But, no, Maggie's kidney numbers were good. This is a great relief.
2. Because I decided to stay home with Maggie all day, aside from a trip to the store, I cleaned carpets. The corgis regard the vacuum cleaner and the rug shampooer as villains in a fourth-rate Godzilla movie in their little corgi heads, so doing this cleaning meant keeping the corgis from full on attacking the machines by containing them behind closed doors in the bedroom and the bathroom. You'd think the corgis would just go into panic attack mode when the machines are turned on, but, no, just the sight of me moving one of the machines from one place to another, sends Maggie and Charly into a shrieking fit of scream barking.
3. I talked to the vet this afternoon. Good news. Although the sample of Maggie's pee I captured was small, it was sufficient. Yes, the analysis showed a UTI. The Deke and I had been concerned that Maggie might be suffering loss of renal function. But, no, Maggie's kidney numbers were good. This is a great relief.
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