tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108542452024-03-18T04:45:02.543-04:00claudia's surf city<b>fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty<br>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/77055917@N00/6721194377/" title="Block Island ferry by claudiassurfcity, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7018/6721194377_836c2b7156_z.jpg" width="640" height="167" alt="Block Island ferry"></a>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.comBlogger4122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-51336307833929998782024-03-16T19:13:00.000-04:002024-03-16T19:13:32.222-04:00once again<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrK51jjLzjrWeTutG-X3x2q2QRJHaUwAIEaEZ76WkEkzFvT2xhC47bEx7_yTCWmhLwLWBDOyfWa5mCNSxliiMxi-_agO0vbde1knwysn1WjNfvELKXxphZGGyN_XSjvVHxcyX6WbbKNTO5q_zHB_hQ7QCDzQuSrT5HvVv55CYnJJgPrvGb_CGbw/s400/IMG_8042-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGrK51jjLzjrWeTutG-X3x2q2QRJHaUwAIEaEZ76WkEkzFvT2xhC47bEx7_yTCWmhLwLWBDOyfWa5mCNSxliiMxi-_agO0vbde1knwysn1WjNfvELKXxphZGGyN_XSjvVHxcyX6WbbKNTO5q_zHB_hQ7QCDzQuSrT5HvVv55CYnJJgPrvGb_CGbw/w400-h400/IMG_8042-1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The more I look at this picture, the more I like it. It was made in Providence. I hope when I get there Monday it won't be snow city. Anyway, I'm posting this same stupid story again.<p></p><p>https://claudiassurfcity.blogspot.com/2018/03/same-old-same-old.html</p><p><br /> </p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-21265215228638846262024-03-06T13:15:00.000-05:002024-03-06T13:15:06.131-05:00natural enemies?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4qaC02aF_ufG2XqocdokUy7neB7ksessyx8-Mpbv7c7qtVeSAkEmfljZD83pXme23ECqZ1POmElfC2UbJhmudBlkLKfaFarqVFJs3ABSaTBePQb-7BzRP9DNHqJ4a7pFVeY7w9Kui4AAzxseQQuxyCk65y2eOOM4JHHWTyJ94bHe9FjYXhB8Yw/s3736/IMG_8731.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2802" data-original-width="3736" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv4qaC02aF_ufG2XqocdokUy7neB7ksessyx8-Mpbv7c7qtVeSAkEmfljZD83pXme23ECqZ1POmElfC2UbJhmudBlkLKfaFarqVFJs3ABSaTBePQb-7BzRP9DNHqJ4a7pFVeY7w9Kui4AAzxseQQuxyCk65y2eOOM4JHHWTyJ94bHe9FjYXhB8Yw/w400-h300/IMG_8731.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">I have birds. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Hannah has cats.<br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDgh9mc5qajCT_kj8VVatXlPBbs3xl8yJ1-myq-e1WC430VKhIMdkc_v2VVsQ9X5QX3TPSFjEE_efNE4O-EKcZrPpnNDcR4zzOwIKmZIFs_fOPFKh7Z9EBKqOEw3PZBrvw4gsOC-xUI3GA9eppqx4E66QQiy3g8IQB2s_MGRjEPwMjPY_LDOhJQ/s4032/IMG_5704.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDgh9mc5qajCT_kj8VVatXlPBbs3xl8yJ1-myq-e1WC430VKhIMdkc_v2VVsQ9X5QX3TPSFjEE_efNE4O-EKcZrPpnNDcR4zzOwIKmZIFs_fOPFKh7Z9EBKqOEw3PZBrvw4gsOC-xUI3GA9eppqx4E66QQiy3g8IQB2s_MGRjEPwMjPY_LDOhJQ/w300-h400/IMG_5704.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZ-RjNnb1jXFD8orZuFsf5A7jQZZukcXbvrL47v0EPkR5MdZiK-RR2daZewB1syAR3OaEpAdt85szWJ2wzwCP1FRxz-hDixdURqyjA7ptJUknnaidNZjFcqdE_0HEgWD2vUQAQzjbkkYWcI5HLkLbxcIWEFqSrgLzQkCtOJoNwVO9PQEms5Qhgg/s4032/IMG_5698.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZ-RjNnb1jXFD8orZuFsf5A7jQZZukcXbvrL47v0EPkR5MdZiK-RR2daZewB1syAR3OaEpAdt85szWJ2wzwCP1FRxz-hDixdURqyjA7ptJUknnaidNZjFcqdE_0HEgWD2vUQAQzjbkkYWcI5HLkLbxcIWEFqSrgLzQkCtOJoNwVO9PQEms5Qhgg/w300-h400/IMG_5698.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>Lot of cat lovers in this world. Camilla, 13, is one. (That's Echo; Ember is above.) The artist Ryan, 10 (?), is one (as is his mama Fanny and granny Donna). (I presume the pic is of Puccini and Houdini.)<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqItcGpzKHrljelpPX9e_uxIKgYDBGIxwH5wAFNMqdsRG5W_RLvECO03GUYAL-pBQxPgf68EwS4Pfs8P3wexB4vJZ993pdlqursMZXXTpw_m7RDwvqgEAMPHitdpSZbNYMojprFHgwqi7iKmSbtjyv5gUxNhqmd35pWoMqrFchxUy8Mz5TvVNR_w/s4032/IMG_5512.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqItcGpzKHrljelpPX9e_uxIKgYDBGIxwH5wAFNMqdsRG5W_RLvECO03GUYAL-pBQxPgf68EwS4Pfs8P3wexB4vJZ993pdlqursMZXXTpw_m7RDwvqgEAMPHitdpSZbNYMojprFHgwqi7iKmSbtjyv5gUxNhqmd35pWoMqrFchxUy8Mz5TvVNR_w/w400-h300/IMG_5512.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">But hey.I don't have to feed and take to the vet's. And if they litter I don't have litter!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrgTpfbw4CBXF8XXDQscW0JSAJ5UAGfN_jdqY6UmfN-yt9ICbVns_y2BHm7WX0aN1E-fpM6PIRUIsPJ5Sn3NnX51ME-MQ92S5-YnOZc2WyAJuBckJCm2OmZQuUA3sADHNIQREiRViqN5CRdu3yLtBRcLYmwq9wgiiSDNPuW-oqtWM7pT0YPVf6Q/s1084/IMG_8735.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="994" data-original-width="1084" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnrgTpfbw4CBXF8XXDQscW0JSAJ5UAGfN_jdqY6UmfN-yt9ICbVns_y2BHm7WX0aN1E-fpM6PIRUIsPJ5Sn3NnX51ME-MQ92S5-YnOZc2WyAJuBckJCm2OmZQuUA3sADHNIQREiRViqN5CRdu3yLtBRcLYmwq9wgiiSDNPuW-oqtWM7pT0YPVf6Q/w400-h366/IMG_8735.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">And BTW, Bill, this post is for you, as the loudest complainer that I'm not posting on my blog. In my own defense, I must say that part of that is I see much better on my phone than computer. Maybe that will change when I get my new glasses and I will reform. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> And BTW, Bill, those ovoid objects above would be called chicks in Alabama. Here we call them eggs. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-74985691239540972782023-12-31T12:11:00.001-05:002023-12-31T12:11:23.473-05:00new year's eve, y2k<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVLJFFc3jRg7Q8JhAjh54x1MN7yeSV_RwoEpQ4F7yiSeGLVx2bQqYMsmplv-3dSrAnpoAhyphenhypheni7Smy9sfpV6WYwrMoBNVA1OQs8kILM_WTY1HkezR5w0KJepJa8mot861Gmf6ma4XBUnBwqmPOSWayzcZE8JRmyTEyARVt00pLul4JxUhvclZwEkw/s4032/IMG_5940.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVLJFFc3jRg7Q8JhAjh54x1MN7yeSV_RwoEpQ4F7yiSeGLVx2bQqYMsmplv-3dSrAnpoAhyphenhypheni7Smy9sfpV6WYwrMoBNVA1OQs8kILM_WTY1HkezR5w0KJepJa8mot861Gmf6ma4XBUnBwqmPOSWayzcZE8JRmyTEyARVt00pLul4JxUhvclZwEkw/w400-h300/IMG_5940.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>
<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Some 23 years ago, I
was interviewing a conspiracy theorist in the Ozarks who was firmly convinced
that Y2K would be used as an excuse by the UN to take over the country. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Not gonna happen” I told him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The power grid will go down, all the computers
will fail, and they’ll close the roads, and the codes on phone poles will direct
the UN forces to take over,” he said. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“It
won’t happen,” I said. “I’m going to come out here and spend New Year’s Eve
with you, and you’ll see.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He talked his mom and dad into moving from
Ohio to the Ozark wilderness, where it was safer, and his brother and sister-in-law
arrived in advance of Y2K. I did too.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a chateaubriand dinner prepared by a
judge friend, and then headed out into the woods to join the family. They were
snacking on a cheese ball. I can give you a recipe if you’re too young to
remember Velveeta.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
subject sat on the sofa, his automatic rifle propped next to his leg, as his parents watched TV. As
the night wore on, he kept running to the land line or his ham radio to call
his contacts.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Has the power gone off yet?” he asked. “Highways
closed?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nope, nope, nope. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a mobile phone. As the ball dropped in
Times Square, it was still 11 o’clock in Missouri. My friends Ed Barnes and
Chien-Chi Chang were covering the event for <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Time
</i>magazine. Just after midnight they rang.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Anything going on there?” I asked them. Just
the usual: crowds, tourists, drunks. They didn’t know why they were even
in Times Square, waiting for action. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When midnight came and went in the Ozarks, it
was time to pack it in.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To the guy’s credit, he claimed to be happy
nothing disastrous had gone down.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To my credit, I didn’t say I told you so. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p>
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A lot of entertainments have been going on, and the blog couldn't keep up. Will try to do better. But so many pix and so hard to edit! Communications have suffered. Donna took so many good pictures, but which to choose? Will try. . .<p></p><p> <br /> </p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-66754570620160058752023-09-11T13:46:00.003-04:002023-09-11T14:16:06.817-04:00not asking for it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKTZsPJ5Ope4GVPoKO2I2wSA2OA6rYL62zbHGIh7kjwZBCd6-26GMQ2KMYPhh6eWfWKpVahi3kpvK3pzxAYuHyapWQYYIX69K8flINCL-wENdiC2wzQ0W7av9oeRjokv9Nm6EbNkC6-NhvMEKPYvj6xxAE9_Hu38gSHFIvYsww1vO8sWgkmF8fg/s3610/IMG_6075.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3610" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKTZsPJ5Ope4GVPoKO2I2wSA2OA6rYL62zbHGIh7kjwZBCd6-26GMQ2KMYPhh6eWfWKpVahi3kpvK3pzxAYuHyapWQYYIX69K8flINCL-wENdiC2wzQ0W7av9oeRjokv9Nm6EbNkC6-NhvMEKPYvj6xxAE9_Hu38gSHFIvYsww1vO8sWgkmF8fg/w400-h335/IMG_6075.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Donna Ferrato took this photograph. When she and a friend, Charlie Shockey, came over yesterday, he opened his shirt, to reveal. . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRn4Dai8zFHq9EEj7Z9Y0Bn-r1Zlq7PeNqDTfVTWttdo1pQDuuR9gvI2F4g0qQmcyu9binu-u9jAR2yJhfrTu1kKouBPJ3gTBFZaa2AfayQx3ZEd4CoQkaQ2shEc_ShFW_-P6Hz3nyWm5_KEZ83rUEmJ-fSPdCou_lmj6xgfEul-tmGN-SvdAiRg/s4032/IMG_6036.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRn4Dai8zFHq9EEj7Z9Y0Bn-r1Zlq7PeNqDTfVTWttdo1pQDuuR9gvI2F4g0qQmcyu9binu-u9jAR2yJhfrTu1kKouBPJ3gTBFZaa2AfayQx3ZEd4CoQkaQ2shEc_ShFW_-P6Hz3nyWm5_KEZ83rUEmJ-fSPdCou_lmj6xgfEul-tmGN-SvdAiRg/w400-h300/IMG_6036.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">So I then encouraged photographer Chien-Chi Chang to open his shirt, to reveal his scars from a recent surgery.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzAeDpTp9V1Tq785x-01yaT-Hyth0_bmjzxzfsgNkr5WUVha3x7Dm6lZprBKNqqiSa2L-_CepP0e9alsC2P92xBGuLFNphpJxIQUwnWWpYVJG01aRiv9ICJSZtlvwrsf0J6D2biUc4Y-v0OR_DxI2QdRBKDQA1SV1ftIf5_bFGruGf1tdoif8LQ/s4032/IMG_6044.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguzAeDpTp9V1Tq785x-01yaT-Hyth0_bmjzxzfsgNkr5WUVha3x7Dm6lZprBKNqqiSa2L-_CepP0e9alsC2P92xBGuLFNphpJxIQUwnWWpYVJG01aRiv9ICJSZtlvwrsf0J6D2biUc4Y-v0OR_DxI2QdRBKDQA1SV1ftIf5_bFGruGf1tdoif8LQ/w300-h400/IMG_6044.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>Also in attendance were Donna's daughter Fanny and grandson Ryan. So it was quite the gala!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-__pku3vANfUWkB1PE_rBVEHhMyWWhLJQx_Nv8P4mtURLBltDETxhUX_0kvLGMCZGgkB2Log3GORqdlchMH-Pv3XQUoEEb9V8hwDDnxv-oF69NFXyxiBahYqUVNHCAjAC54ccuV2drNK3gB6XQW8e5WzbmBTeJKiYKOog4cDSStWkVLw2dJQTg/s4032/IMG_6021.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-__pku3vANfUWkB1PE_rBVEHhMyWWhLJQx_Nv8P4mtURLBltDETxhUX_0kvLGMCZGgkB2Log3GORqdlchMH-Pv3XQUoEEb9V8hwDDnxv-oF69NFXyxiBahYqUVNHCAjAC54ccuV2drNK3gB6XQW8e5WzbmBTeJKiYKOog4cDSStWkVLw2dJQTg/w400-h300/IMG_6021.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-60905074238823785282023-08-31T09:16:00.002-04:002023-08-31T09:16:32.220-04:00astral journeys<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYabGnG7d8bz1PKVQmv6PtqNef7zK_BQVLyuc-aso0vBL1myMB5G2_0Pe51ntmOQr6ssHZR6MjcgVo1gIgedn8pyAdoaVi81KA8ZcGcpJbN1FQZM_UOwNEAdQ2uxtmwI2LXdoJmEPjgkxBnZHdaSt_RPY6Ir13twxhFuDYaT6fEmGQlXIrXnmMA/s4032/IMG_5844.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYabGnG7d8bz1PKVQmv6PtqNef7zK_BQVLyuc-aso0vBL1myMB5G2_0Pe51ntmOQr6ssHZR6MjcgVo1gIgedn8pyAdoaVi81KA8ZcGcpJbN1FQZM_UOwNEAdQ2uxtmwI2LXdoJmEPjgkxBnZHdaSt_RPY6Ir13twxhFuDYaT6fEmGQlXIrXnmMA/w300-h400/IMG_5844.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">It only happens once in a blue moon. Sometimes the stars line up, and sometimes they don't. I will be leaving the Ozarks in a week, and the question is, do I come back in April for the twice-in-a-lifetime solar eclipse, which will hover over Thomasville about midday. The pagan in me wants to be here. But it's a long drive here and back to Block Island if the weather is cloudy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Voh3jws2uL3TEkCiR-o5vPgwt8hJEUWzQPgePojIkZBzWTeAAm9uDa2yURGOwh9mRWamLqwdN1BaqtmNrW_o_ywlLzIr3_SxmOxfo08LRZMOzB4m8e7np2duagCRxLQz20ZXwtjtXUsP9EUOG6-fSpYN8nTETZAq3fIdZdvgbCX-3lGV01M-vQ/s1309/Eclipse%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="1309" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Voh3jws2uL3TEkCiR-o5vPgwt8hJEUWzQPgePojIkZBzWTeAAm9uDa2yURGOwh9mRWamLqwdN1BaqtmNrW_o_ywlLzIr3_SxmOxfo08LRZMOzB4m8e7np2duagCRxLQz20ZXwtjtXUsP9EUOG6-fSpYN8nTETZAq3fIdZdvgbCX-3lGV01M-vQ/w400-h259/Eclipse%202.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><p> <br /> </p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-59735929373680321322023-08-20T13:43:00.003-04:002023-08-23T09:42:29.529-04:00this old house<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pJrujnDl26_Ap-63BFCcHmiaqq8D67L7jLoAfU7zAWaqL98HjzIWTvxL1xZNuHBP70ST3zXUaPz88zM_xdc8XXRfIsh9agCzLyiWSOpIqRlsX86R36EGofIHNTUuOcNBW2u976lGLMRDoJauGglx4V7LUrLBn6rnGFGW1IUOIb8AnC-QmCfytw/s860/old%20aerial.%20jpgng.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="860" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7pJrujnDl26_Ap-63BFCcHmiaqq8D67L7jLoAfU7zAWaqL98HjzIWTvxL1xZNuHBP70ST3zXUaPz88zM_xdc8XXRfIsh9agCzLyiWSOpIqRlsX86R36EGofIHNTUuOcNBW2u976lGLMRDoJauGglx4V7LUrLBn6rnGFGW1IUOIb8AnC-QmCfytw/w400-h243/old%20aerial.%20jpgng.png" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">So it looks like Douglas has sold the tiny, asbestos-shingled shack we bought with his brother in 1980 for, ahem, $45,000, has sold. Not closed yet but soon. That's the shack top left, and it was bought by his neighbor top right, who bought the house from my brother-in-law. So the compound continues to shrink. The two houses I built are at the bottom of the picture, and my brother-in-law built the two in the middle.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/602-Corn-Neck-Rd_Block-Island_RI_02807_M46922-55746">HERE is a link to Douglas's</a>, making it look much bigger than it really is. And beautifully styled out, not to mention renovated, by Douglas's former partner.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> All of his children got to enjoy a last summer at the place, including Simon, a college sophomore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62yIFobS5ACXtf7oUkUD1CcJSBoucMOrNVK_ZVQlVoiss4juGuhgWH3aWXUMVCTOODgabJ5XVdJ-4TqfXmis0zfv69cZrKZWviZ4vu5IMBCHJlbFYlTz_B7UmDAt7iJtC3RYA5EGM-drshe8FGsK8iws5Jk45gXwDpJuwPRVI-XaVmeNT3AqaOQ/s4032/IMG_5214.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh62yIFobS5ACXtf7oUkUD1CcJSBoucMOrNVK_ZVQlVoiss4juGuhgWH3aWXUMVCTOODgabJ5XVdJ-4TqfXmis0zfv69cZrKZWviZ4vu5IMBCHJlbFYlTz_B7UmDAt7iJtC3RYA5EGM-drshe8FGsK8iws5Jk45gXwDpJuwPRVI-XaVmeNT3AqaOQ/w300-h400/IMG_5214.heic" width="300" /></a></div><p>Adam, a 53-year-old lawyer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3dbdCcItpyYHEP-a1T-b8VpqXZgPukUS61gI_Uo-nYquIyjT1Lw36e4fSkcpdpct9E7JfDWAUzP_EktSr6GgMSooen2r3n7O5iNp8ybl95AhqF1dkf2dxkBlbT9n6Uedn5Xd_E7zOB85dlkAuY-FNx-c3MshASeYMJGPGaGxwbuF18ThUMQb5Q/s4032/IMG_5229.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3dbdCcItpyYHEP-a1T-b8VpqXZgPukUS61gI_Uo-nYquIyjT1Lw36e4fSkcpdpct9E7JfDWAUzP_EktSr6GgMSooen2r3n7O5iNp8ybl95AhqF1dkf2dxkBlbT9n6Uedn5Xd_E7zOB85dlkAuY-FNx-c3MshASeYMJGPGaGxwbuF18ThUMQb5Q/w300-h400/IMG_5229.heic" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">And Hannah and her family, who were staying across the compound at my place.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L35T-rAiGBYEaQNUmdNnaGYcnxy69dUc1JFHSoNNG3LhvuJKeol8Gyy5Bqq6RDglRg1O43Lc42J5dd_u-j-D3NeFiJK5PjUN08R-AqNp8mpJxwvAeNz6VPFI3X0PUE36C6XdEWlGxjNldt6NqpnKjddiUiBsK5_AZu05_DsOtbSJkUhDZ2j29Q/s1709/IMG_5193.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1709" data-original-width="1282" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L35T-rAiGBYEaQNUmdNnaGYcnxy69dUc1JFHSoNNG3LhvuJKeol8Gyy5Bqq6RDglRg1O43Lc42J5dd_u-j-D3NeFiJK5PjUN08R-AqNp8mpJxwvAeNz6VPFI3X0PUE36C6XdEWlGxjNldt6NqpnKjddiUiBsK5_AZu05_DsOtbSJkUhDZ2j29Q/w300-h400/IMG_5193.heic" width="300" /></a></div>In other Block Island news, a 200-year-old hotel in the middle of town burned down this week. Fortunately no one was hurt. But town will never be the same. Needless to say, I did not not take any of these pictures, since I have been in the Ozarks.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-B6x8DiIiSe7OEe2HbkfR0781y28qrWrSQtdy7BXZk973ikOWDhTnQ8lGeJbyfG-ShUOHJKa6d0dJte_ieCU_4EZgppLqlo8LKKpl42jJL1_ruBR3ps2qgYfS5cPcM9kz0mPANkmY-VOCNY8Y3VtgKX7ahe735bjJXJ6E_90uGqaeRjW2XMLMQ/s4032/IMG_6733.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-B6x8DiIiSe7OEe2HbkfR0781y28qrWrSQtdy7BXZk973ikOWDhTnQ8lGeJbyfG-ShUOHJKa6d0dJte_ieCU_4EZgppLqlo8LKKpl42jJL1_ruBR3ps2qgYfS5cPcM9kz0mPANkmY-VOCNY8Y3VtgKX7ahe735bjJXJ6E_90uGqaeRjW2XMLMQ/w400-h300/IMG_6733.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM4UP0dd2c7cDGbtu1mMVxDZae9DrmiJ98zksTo4wgDyTtS7zas2f9HgSKu5XO8uLEBshO3dor7_6OP4ECH7UoYd6JkeyRNAdMycsy7dALEJlsMFEthgOBa8ISNy-5uey4cLPdc82p0IQ0ucEzvE9HLFNaoOK27iGEzBdtrZiL7xxRlFVPtNCXQ/s1263/IMG_5767.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1263" data-original-width="834" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCM4UP0dd2c7cDGbtu1mMVxDZae9DrmiJ98zksTo4wgDyTtS7zas2f9HgSKu5XO8uLEBshO3dor7_6OP4ECH7UoYd6JkeyRNAdMycsy7dALEJlsMFEthgOBa8ISNy-5uey4cLPdc82p0IQ0ucEzvE9HLFNaoOK27iGEzBdtrZiL7xxRlFVPtNCXQ/w264-h400/IMG_5767.jpeg" width="264" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-86309579116658018452023-08-15T12:02:00.004-04:002023-08-15T12:02:58.709-04:00siblings<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrvkkg6WFBAoKCACfJWrOBgpoN2ywmmHieoUCsOSAhfWCO3Nfuf-PJSZYLiZLlDY0UQ0QtHCjYM3fid1neIhSjQuL91ZFDVVoY4L7p1woWWj2z2uL-MwCyQCunEL_2I1UjQBKHr0OCmhZF3X0v-xCohjXaemasD774DWV1IBxkJau-j9DLD5p3g/s4032/IMG_1709.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrvkkg6WFBAoKCACfJWrOBgpoN2ywmmHieoUCsOSAhfWCO3Nfuf-PJSZYLiZLlDY0UQ0QtHCjYM3fid1neIhSjQuL91ZFDVVoY4L7p1woWWj2z2uL-MwCyQCunEL_2I1UjQBKHr0OCmhZF3X0v-xCohjXaemasD774DWV1IBxkJau-j9DLD5p3g/w300-h400/IMG_1709.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Camilla used a picture I took of her and her sibling Isaac way back when at the Goose to do this work.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEtfewGQtEmw-j2VN-tn8QmZOH4sJKNp_QCRlkXcZZM-EFlv-md3JcvCkRLPDvYNPO_I5V3VJf3paFMaW6IiirciQKlGMqHocLOySjhiTSkF1skRQWtdcMAq-PHQaEm_g75lvBEmejJ8y1ZdzmVeDPuovRfOWbRjnZNUWYEeDivE0_kl4tZ7p8w/s740/Screenshot%202023-08-15%20at%2010.26.14%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="630" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrEtfewGQtEmw-j2VN-tn8QmZOH4sJKNp_QCRlkXcZZM-EFlv-md3JcvCkRLPDvYNPO_I5V3VJf3paFMaW6IiirciQKlGMqHocLOySjhiTSkF1skRQWtdcMAq-PHQaEm_g75lvBEmejJ8y1ZdzmVeDPuovRfOWbRjnZNUWYEeDivE0_kl4tZ7p8w/w340-h400/Screenshot%202023-08-15%20at%2010.26.14%20AM.png" width="340" /></a></div>The siblings spent the summer on Block Island, and while they were there, Hannah visited with her two siblings, Adam (11 years older) and Simon (22 years younger).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2316" data-original-width="3088" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5VvKc4wg1v9j-TmUfqp8VL9e2QOcpjZqyNd0gq_DfbMFBoziwVdheDxHlvs4Pn3l8R-dy0ihYSRi8zLz2Wv61tV5QL7bZrWJAgkErxNV0O-2pAoh-Qn6L9dHX1YEmRiJoOibaQN5jVKQW-5wE23d4cJCXv-3HMadgZ8ccWR_i4Sky3IZgHS6NEQ/w400-h300/IMG_1902.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The three sibling share a father, Douglas, here with his brother, Johnny, at the farewell dinner in Johnny's back yard last night. The family that ate the world.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVDSJbXNrgkcogZz8aWvVgJ7Fw9TFPZIcu2e3GFYb1E86fUSVdGMbK_NUO9qB2suHzYAHEVhQkQWp6Z9Meu9hWhMGohiVfrzG1t3-W_JNtwlgoLGfYTaeAfhK6Lr00e0-tYN5Lemvcon2qulD9_zF6qFEXQevYMiDttOJLmC8WSsRoWGlV875nA/s4032/IMG_1895.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVDSJbXNrgkcogZz8aWvVgJ7Fw9TFPZIcu2e3GFYb1E86fUSVdGMbK_NUO9qB2suHzYAHEVhQkQWp6Z9Meu9hWhMGohiVfrzG1t3-W_JNtwlgoLGfYTaeAfhK6Lr00e0-tYN5Lemvcon2qulD9_zF6qFEXQevYMiDttOJLmC8WSsRoWGlV875nA/w400-h300/IMG_1895.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-52665516412657428342023-08-10T12:10:00.008-04:002023-08-10T13:06:51.969-04:00wowie maui<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DZkRgr3LMUf0dOuK-dqOoJQpaMjnohf46f5ijN9ES6teuPIa6gCKyt1BOXaxSoq5ITx9Yd-UEOvt-rOLx9xC27EozVoymBDDXZIEk81RPRPUxn8SgWJwoG-US_BcxIoIN_vS57e_3rxl9ZiNKbYTk_k1CJRM8k115Bqs5EwztUgvaHW8rZO3wQ/s1179/IMG_5596.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="645" data-original-width="1179" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DZkRgr3LMUf0dOuK-dqOoJQpaMjnohf46f5ijN9ES6teuPIa6gCKyt1BOXaxSoq5ITx9Yd-UEOvt-rOLx9xC27EozVoymBDDXZIEk81RPRPUxn8SgWJwoG-US_BcxIoIN_vS57e_3rxl9ZiNKbYTk_k1CJRM8k115Bqs5EwztUgvaHW8rZO3wQ/w640-h350/IMG_5596.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> I heard about the wildfires in Maui yesterday evening and reached out to my friend John Cassel yesterday evening —his morning—to see if he was alive. He was, but, as you can see, it
was a close one. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Are you okay? I texted.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "Our house is in the middle of the frame with the flames in the neighborhood behind us. Other than that, things are just peachy," he said. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> "Holy fuck," I said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "I believe that is the technical term," he said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "We are doing well. Lots of devastation all around us. All day yesterday and through the night until 4 am this morning, our neighborhood was surrounded by fires. "</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Most of John's neighbors, as well as his son, evacuated. John and his cat stayed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "I had my car ready to go with my bug-out bag and sleeping gear loaded as well as a couple chainsaws, in case I had to cut my way out of the neighborhood. I kept walking around the neighborhood to check on the fire line and see if anybody needed any help. Many of my neighbors have lost everything, which is very sad. Fortunately we have a photovoltaic system with batteries so we have had electricity all the way through. Many neighborhoods are without.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "The firefighters couldn’t fight the fire and 50 mile an hour winds. I think once the winds died down, the firefighters were able to put out the fires. In the moment, the hurricane is moving away from the islands.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "Finally, at 4 am, I couldn’t see flames in any direction around the house. It was a huge relief, and I finally went to sleep for an hour or so. I’ve been helping out around the neighborhood, cutting down fallen trees and branches to clear the roads and my neighbors' driveways. Fortunately, we have a photovoltaic system with batteries so we have had electricity all the way through. Many neighborhoods are without electricity.<br /> "My cat kept crying, so I put it in my son‘s room and closed the windows and the blinds.<br />That helped it calm down. He has been relentless in wanting to cuddle with me. When I went back to work, he followed me into my office and sat on my feet under my desk. If I got up, even for a moment, he would follow me like a dog. I like having a cat that acts like a dog.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "I’ve loaded up the car with some bedding to take to the donation center. Right now, I’m lying in bed with my cat snuggled up next to me purring like a freight train while I play chess online.<br />Those are my escapes."</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <i>The foregoing has been lightly edited for clarity. Following is a link to the video John shot. </i><a class="style-scope ytcp-video-share-dialog" href="https://youtu.be/je8nOyh9ZBQ" id="share-url" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/je8nOyh9ZBQ
</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5jW3_txiePgmYdvW8evSKSGzRxuuzFolLjh3fig6wo715zrZ4mKZfKwWGIBkZZWjAQxvxqhH-rUn_8smivwhmkd07xM0KWakPJG1gx93DgMQxlZw5Mu7F8kBdWdeBhB0QZnKxVEIEhWNIHROGy_VzRQuKPk7ZiqV5yH7r2v4hXPLO8PvywI6oQ/s4032/71331878490__D96E381A-24ED-4750-9152-016A1E97E418.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5jW3_txiePgmYdvW8evSKSGzRxuuzFolLjh3fig6wo715zrZ4mKZfKwWGIBkZZWjAQxvxqhH-rUn_8smivwhmkd07xM0KWakPJG1gx93DgMQxlZw5Mu7F8kBdWdeBhB0QZnKxVEIEhWNIHROGy_VzRQuKPk7ZiqV5yH7r2v4hXPLO8PvywI6oQ/w300-h400/71331878490__D96E381A-24ED-4750-9152-016A1E97E418.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><p><br /></p><p> <br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-8456066913838857262023-07-26T15:18:00.004-04:002023-07-26T15:18:59.618-04:00we all scream for <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJht-rQMd-JG5z6SXuVELi_RQ0EaXYXPoS2lDAqX9V65h2QhnuX5HZ1IKtg-oFI3HqtxkxZV1WOGTRX7EATjHEF5H3pWVIsJ2K2-qybMLd4uP1DW7KM5c1Vf8D706JE63MDXF3gMHiCAUJJUtnRrZ0exg_hOPoHbe5gPRzObvQCRr_vz3ZR__Rig/s4032/IMG_5459.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJht-rQMd-JG5z6SXuVELi_RQ0EaXYXPoS2lDAqX9V65h2QhnuX5HZ1IKtg-oFI3HqtxkxZV1WOGTRX7EATjHEF5H3pWVIsJ2K2-qybMLd4uP1DW7KM5c1Vf8D706JE63MDXF3gMHiCAUJJUtnRrZ0exg_hOPoHbe5gPRzObvQCRr_vz3ZR__Rig/w300-h400/IMG_5459.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">She was behind me in the checkout line at the grocery store. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> "Love your T-shirt," I said. "Can I take your picture?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "You know she has an ice cream shop," the checkout person said.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "No, where?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "Right across from the Ozarks Cafe," said the woman in the T-shirt. "It's a pink building. You can't miss it!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"> "I think you got yourself a new customer," sad the checkout person.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Right. On both counts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuVXpprU67QkP40E4LF9aVRJS8A8lKJ1Khw47am0tkqqyCvFvGcBWq86ShT1gXJ_RGye08A84pSSZ5MhoXYbdXrgMcQJORAaTm93giLUrZrcjBlHQ-cTpIxxaoMQGTjVKiNv0qnLjwYOOkuJm-Dm7tmYdqLcWeM9SlfPMkV2ZiRBD-h_S6A8VVA/s4032/IMG_5460.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuVXpprU67QkP40E4LF9aVRJS8A8lKJ1Khw47am0tkqqyCvFvGcBWq86ShT1gXJ_RGye08A84pSSZ5MhoXYbdXrgMcQJORAaTm93giLUrZrcjBlHQ-cTpIxxaoMQGTjVKiNv0qnLjwYOOkuJm-Dm7tmYdqLcWeM9SlfPMkV2ZiRBD-h_S6A8VVA/w400-h300/IMG_5460.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>It was a hot day. Aren't they all nowadays? I had been unable to eat much due to the spider meds, but ice cream seemed like the right idea. It was.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj5sDSvr2QY9xa-NRVxdKnaYjUTKMHyPEjM6uiNKISLivihsGpupx2gqcBzu8MpSaUbjOA5cIHwUEhvxYE6tcJQeipsXzrD5xERfY9e9LDg3I0DoCukWarb6XXn25G5zCNnBC9r9cCJoithH50lP_A3IJF-hfv7y9AfRV9-St8Vm3ZizgrvFl1A/s4032/IMG_5463.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj5sDSvr2QY9xa-NRVxdKnaYjUTKMHyPEjM6uiNKISLivihsGpupx2gqcBzu8MpSaUbjOA5cIHwUEhvxYE6tcJQeipsXzrD5xERfY9e9LDg3I0DoCukWarb6XXn25G5zCNnBC9r9cCJoithH50lP_A3IJF-hfv7y9AfRV9-St8Vm3ZizgrvFl1A/w400-h300/IMG_5463.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-76805850942882916082023-07-25T13:05:00.003-04:002023-08-01T17:14:41.727-04:00rites of passage<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkJ6R_N03uhI4AXnvOCw1ADEywibMVDFjHAWAwqp3MDGF4WHVL69MggyldBzBbO4qTyE61IENif7Jsrq3anUPD1x5c3qux-GsQckR9wOinc9zn6mPNpc9z5jjj0SdcOwShQLkZALZtCn21yyDBMUtDvyePh7u7aUPOPkXaASUkZ5-gvbwDoER3A/s4032/IMG_5431.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkJ6R_N03uhI4AXnvOCw1ADEywibMVDFjHAWAwqp3MDGF4WHVL69MggyldBzBbO4qTyE61IENif7Jsrq3anUPD1x5c3qux-GsQckR9wOinc9zn6mPNpc9z5jjj0SdcOwShQLkZALZtCn21yyDBMUtDvyePh7u7aUPOPkXaASUkZ5-gvbwDoER3A/w300-h400/IMG_5431.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">There's somebody dying across the way</div><div style="text-align: left;">It happens to be a beautiful day</div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't think she wants to stay</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thre's somebody dying across the way</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Somebody's getting married across the way</div><div style="text-align: left;">They're lucky it's a beautiful day</div><div style="text-align: left;">Hoping their love is here to stay</div><div style="text-align: left;">But there always comes a parting of ways </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Every beginning contains an ending</div><div style="text-align: left;">And every ending, its beginning.<br /></div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-19510487116444479842023-07-21T17:55:00.000-04:002023-07-21T17:55:21.731-04:00watching paint dry<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvr7fBPpVnwQAsoYH_a3YWUEGV23NUp4fY-r3KY4Fua5hILG06ZlP4MkSU9c9H0OZQoZW7dA8T-SmvYXipQQQiAgpLceALopg2-SuQTWqnDe06rH7JdhHqxjEXbqEdu7eMACai1_u4COBK8HnQrEe-698SsJsKUdgYicgWnmhFzPasRbzOkoa4g/s4032/IMG_5421.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNvr7fBPpVnwQAsoYH_a3YWUEGV23NUp4fY-r3KY4Fua5hILG06ZlP4MkSU9c9H0OZQoZW7dA8T-SmvYXipQQQiAgpLceALopg2-SuQTWqnDe06rH7JdhHqxjEXbqEdu7eMACai1_u4COBK8HnQrEe-698SsJsKUdgYicgWnmhFzPasRbzOkoa4g/w300-h400/IMG_5421.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>The fumes are so strong that the bugs are passing out. But somehow I've convinced myself that it's easier than mopping.<p></p><p>And let me point out that I can't do it all at once. I have to leave paths to doors, kitchen, bathroom and stairs. It takes days to dry.</p><p><br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-76348714801146460222023-07-17T14:51:00.004-04:002023-07-17T14:51:38.040-04:00bringing it<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61PGklSI5Kfvqb1MrlgK06Db0fagew6FgyzyK5Qc02xsZ5VrAMRJVkAK_W6HrEK8FBI-_T5DQszoYTlMu8wFsB6V2Z5p9228slVN0iUHrR2FD9YAVIHh_3xlCXxLXmkGCM_f75kOGahdcmSWMppdOqhlJs36nFpKyPyzOVTghmHKDUhhaRUkXHw/s4032/IMG_5398.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61PGklSI5Kfvqb1MrlgK06Db0fagew6FgyzyK5Qc02xsZ5VrAMRJVkAK_W6HrEK8FBI-_T5DQszoYTlMu8wFsB6V2Z5p9228slVN0iUHrR2FD9YAVIHh_3xlCXxLXmkGCM_f75kOGahdcmSWMppdOqhlJs36nFpKyPyzOVTghmHKDUhhaRUkXHw/w300-h400/IMG_5398.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>I love to see a man in my kitchen. Especially this man. He brings intelligence, skill, food and wine to the table. Yes, we had leftovers, but his were oysters, which he shucked in situ. Here come the judge!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQW_HFamh5FSl6ssUTTYgPNuhzurpAyXj1WhHGpHz6t75MdOXiBcJnpkG7wnh5mLBNtmpZl-ozlOaHrPyabAPw1KtA_vaP2JLdkwK6ogbX7a_hdu6Q2TJiHTRRo3zupPRgnG4SfqBYywK_DpWlxrr1TjTr8I5JjLw_5MmWYb4OCidFvh-RPFWTA/s4032/IMG_5403.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQW_HFamh5FSl6ssUTTYgPNuhzurpAyXj1WhHGpHz6t75MdOXiBcJnpkG7wnh5mLBNtmpZl-ozlOaHrPyabAPw1KtA_vaP2JLdkwK6ogbX7a_hdu6Q2TJiHTRRo3zupPRgnG4SfqBYywK_DpWlxrr1TjTr8I5JjLw_5MmWYb4OCidFvh-RPFWTA/w400-h300/IMG_5403.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-43149827271240713962023-07-13T16:41:00.004-04:002023-07-13T17:56:30.894-04:00more critters<div style="text-align: left;">The itsy bitsy spider crawled up upon my arm</div><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't feel it then but it had done me harm </div><div style="text-align: left;">Out came a welt that didn't go away</div><div style="text-align: left;">So now I'm taking meds for another seven days</div><div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPh5RquAsujQtoGayBAoXdid0jjXr0Ixd1J1QFOlXpK4mWWcVS75AibK69fLXYtgoUB2gwUI5TqQ6o-74vYcMHLuQzH7mIlHoWa9F6nRjgwk1PWI_ZEiU74Dnyyt-Pzug8JvMSB_dbCWnrEl17LB17ZIi6hnMlucxIn02rz-sSr-7IFVWeIDSlA/s4032/IMG_5359.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPh5RquAsujQtoGayBAoXdid0jjXr0Ixd1J1QFOlXpK4mWWcVS75AibK69fLXYtgoUB2gwUI5TqQ6o-74vYcMHLuQzH7mIlHoWa9F6nRjgwk1PWI_ZEiU74Dnyyt-Pzug8JvMSB_dbCWnrEl17LB17ZIi6hnMlucxIn02rz-sSr-7IFVWeIDSlA/w300-h400/IMG_5359.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>It was likely a brown recluse—I've been living with them for almost two decades now, and amazingly have never been bitten before. So after a few days, I was urged to go to urgent care. They gave me a very powerful broad spectrum antibiotic, and here we are.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Meanwhile the hummingbirds are swarming. The armadillo shells are gone, but I found some new broken shells in the grass. Judging by the size, these are likely from a hummingbird's nest that got blown out of a tree in one of the violent thunderstorms we've been having.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mpI70yQoCAgZlrvErnCUshKg6K6mq--ZgUpN9FzUwueOEFl770HXnTRRg3eyqaewT1TzFOTyjOSa05rOWQ89hnScq0VQlkEvNknEeu3c5UDsTHMLNNnN0e49e_c6RuraqFwYNcs1uUpVl7Yvy5GbE9_zQRuqZicT70RfX00ZdC4NoGJiOAUTag/s4032/IMG_5344.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0mpI70yQoCAgZlrvErnCUshKg6K6mq--ZgUpN9FzUwueOEFl770HXnTRRg3eyqaewT1TzFOTyjOSa05rOWQ89hnScq0VQlkEvNknEeu3c5UDsTHMLNNnN0e49e_c6RuraqFwYNcs1uUpVl7Yvy5GbE9_zQRuqZicT70RfX00ZdC4NoGJiOAUTag/w300-h400/IMG_5344.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-90056315891266666972023-07-08T09:24:00.000-04:002023-07-08T09:24:11.660-04:00armadillo story<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8TXfdN7hvVwBOVibuwOGjhywGuPA00s9kFquRRkEO0TxGuuH7G9f2NrJzsHeIISDpiJZ0C5BSKjwxpe6B4gP2arVQlZUl2E6vTec5YArjDJfDUNBgUUS3mziet7HjWSVfAM4BYwdOcLIUvq19ijdsKhomwcK3x-NV6Zynrx_FbYUet-_WbhKVA/s4032/IMG_5284.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis8TXfdN7hvVwBOVibuwOGjhywGuPA00s9kFquRRkEO0TxGuuH7G9f2NrJzsHeIISDpiJZ0C5BSKjwxpe6B4gP2arVQlZUl2E6vTec5YArjDJfDUNBgUUS3mziet7HjWSVfAM4BYwdOcLIUvq19ijdsKhomwcK3x-NV6Zynrx_FbYUet-_WbhKVA/w400-h300/IMG_5284.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">It started like this. An armadillo, one of four identical quadruplets, jumped up as the headlights hit it. Apparently this is how the nocturnal animal responds—certainly judging by the Sunday morning roadkill here in the Ozarks. They have been here for decades, after migrating into Texas in the 1880s and heading north. Here is an I<a href="https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/armadillo-moves-north-across-warmer-north-america/#:~:text=Some%20of%20that%20migration%20can,Valdosta%20State%20University%20in%20Georgia.">NTERESTING ARTICLE </a>about the effects of climate change on animal populations. Apparently the armadillo has appeared as far north as Chicago. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> People here pretty much hate them for the wreckage their burrows create in gardens and yards. Anyway, this one appeared in my yard, started to bloat and reek. I guess the buzzards finally did the cleanup, and now I am left with just the empty shell and the smell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-NLLFtewkiSVcd-rN_bZBeX62Ms_x0Et2rDZKMuPx1hnJWcMfVulBOb4YlasJsIbQqDXFW_evj_67XCjkoDY0g1A2MQ0x4d-7ZVyVySWmpoGR7aaqrXfvrWbGYJls4TcmDXgrM9yOSjkbBcl_ATF_cU-xhvHnXzBcfRt_zvtXgE1aYKJaVrTZw/s3024/IMG_5306.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-NLLFtewkiSVcd-rN_bZBeX62Ms_x0Et2rDZKMuPx1hnJWcMfVulBOb4YlasJsIbQqDXFW_evj_67XCjkoDY0g1A2MQ0x4d-7ZVyVySWmpoGR7aaqrXfvrWbGYJls4TcmDXgrM9yOSjkbBcl_ATF_cU-xhvHnXzBcfRt_zvtXgE1aYKJaVrTZw/w400-h400/IMG_5306.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-10494355967328061442023-07-05T09:48:00.000-04:002023-07-05T09:48:07.241-04:00made it!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0-LcA757_i4gbc6tDtNeMHc7VoeRxwTE75N58ozcX6-74pm-SeCh4amKCJteLdpUFEzXCNsayGswM8vRJNFg0qZOoG2YJjlLeP5azCR6ec_Ai6kyB_ITSo2xqsVosU07np4X9SFmzq6Cdg5wjXQgilysg8ZRi-B-O3gLTrg74OSArKoLHv0jfg/s4032/IMG_5243.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY0-LcA757_i4gbc6tDtNeMHc7VoeRxwTE75N58ozcX6-74pm-SeCh4amKCJteLdpUFEzXCNsayGswM8vRJNFg0qZOoG2YJjlLeP5azCR6ec_Ai6kyB_ITSo2xqsVosU07np4X9SFmzq6Cdg5wjXQgilysg8ZRi-B-O3gLTrg74OSArKoLHv0jfg/w400-h300/IMG_5243.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">I could wax poetic about the towns I passed (Brilliant), the signs I saw (Custom Bait, Trump), and the rivers I crossed (Tallahatchee, Mississippi, Eleven Point), but that seems like a long time ago. Not quite a week. I made it in time for the Fourth of July, which was celebrated on the first. Virginia and one of her grandkids came over, and I grilled, as is appropriate here in the middle of America. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnf1jTeWeUF2JYXpT1Ry8GRzr4xM1AVVrrhhisrp57NsV5CguQTxCzc6htxgseMrKp35PMMyzjSYt_e3Jnh3Wk1qhoHtk04GQbvBNVJPYCcJUL00UCyzTDKV922czy_zG5tnQBmBmOaAG_zPNXOlQEVuxCRyk9UtlVrHkSaCfNtzhSmfh4Axisrw/s4032/IMG_5217.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnf1jTeWeUF2JYXpT1Ry8GRzr4xM1AVVrrhhisrp57NsV5CguQTxCzc6htxgseMrKp35PMMyzjSYt_e3Jnh3Wk1qhoHtk04GQbvBNVJPYCcJUL00UCyzTDKV922czy_zG5tnQBmBmOaAG_zPNXOlQEVuxCRyk9UtlVrHkSaCfNtzhSmfh4Axisrw/w300-h400/IMG_5217.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M3URPc_c1hB0NVeDaGsBIXQ5WqFCQno4VMdXlVcUct-Aqy1vv3SuEbU201SEpQTwg4NECABn5-f4Njc7OvtsexeM5Vr5h2NZkpvE4_vCZ3nAmbToNAu4GT590AF-ucm8nEk72iq764fuBo_kzxeWMfsHQmxPRYQTMx-c_bEiNFt3ozZojiMJ8g/s4032/IMG_5238.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M3URPc_c1hB0NVeDaGsBIXQ5WqFCQno4VMdXlVcUct-Aqy1vv3SuEbU201SEpQTwg4NECABn5-f4Njc7OvtsexeM5Vr5h2NZkpvE4_vCZ3nAmbToNAu4GT590AF-ucm8nEk72iq764fuBo_kzxeWMfsHQmxPRYQTMx-c_bEiNFt3ozZojiMJ8g/w400-h300/IMG_5238.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">We had rain, and a rainbow, and a rodeo and fireworks. </div><div style="text-align: left;">On the real fourth of July, yesterday, I went up to Mary's farm to pick up produce from her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ1v3uxmOmnDeInPRuFm6V2qNQbsH3HFL2Sbat_0hJgojA7fIYyH2SS07EYHMerkhwKdchyDfMePBVgGMrDNVuH6FJH291OtK1SFq_7IY2rqQ53j7IAeSExHqlK0HVbBXCH1VRbTg6NXwMnSYm5yO-PH3v55d7mGUp4vCXQe76Pu8WgWiTCxXqw/s3702/IMG_5271.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2776" data-original-width="3702" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ1v3uxmOmnDeInPRuFm6V2qNQbsH3HFL2Sbat_0hJgojA7fIYyH2SS07EYHMerkhwKdchyDfMePBVgGMrDNVuH6FJH291OtK1SFq_7IY2rqQ53j7IAeSExHqlK0HVbBXCH1VRbTg6NXwMnSYm5yO-PH3v55d7mGUp4vCXQe76Pu8WgWiTCxXqw/w400-h300/IMG_5271.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAX6uzy2DU9uZNCnE2gz_oJFRwnmUJucsFTGMvW4YW0Oy4dZUdWwQqOv7yraE7n1VcyVCOOpORFGuhXwMaC4FA6F5VwrIqgzLO4VE75AjOuLe0CBFE4_37L-2j1Mj107E2xexUhXxUNMdAE4Y9gEhjVIZLwmBR9jPo8xgOokIu2hVvMVzUHRHVHA/s3024/IMG_5281.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAX6uzy2DU9uZNCnE2gz_oJFRwnmUJucsFTGMvW4YW0Oy4dZUdWwQqOv7yraE7n1VcyVCOOpORFGuhXwMaC4FA6F5VwrIqgzLO4VE75AjOuLe0CBFE4_37L-2j1Mj107E2xexUhXxUNMdAE4Y9gEhjVIZLwmBR9jPo8xgOokIu2hVvMVzUHRHVHA/w400-h400/IMG_5281.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p>This guy by my doorstep, however, did NOT have a happy Fourth.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPoSjxYCsQ2LfRqrhgD5QqLfeq9FH-OZiXMrwFPQyLglrKjPIUXG3voq39n4UZqaZeW5ARiWhVlBCpMvXOlb-tUdke9uembk-fgpRb44lAIIepTTvErXKBW3_-B-ANGHUm4vloNEG7rotnb284w0qLiH6h2O-u64leMV0uAqB1bmenfVV4VGB8Q/s4032/IMG_5270.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyPoSjxYCsQ2LfRqrhgD5QqLfeq9FH-OZiXMrwFPQyLglrKjPIUXG3voq39n4UZqaZeW5ARiWhVlBCpMvXOlb-tUdke9uembk-fgpRb44lAIIepTTvErXKBW3_-B-ANGHUm4vloNEG7rotnb284w0qLiH6h2O-u64leMV0uAqB1bmenfVV4VGB8Q/w300-h400/IMG_5270.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-26542159051403765572023-06-17T08:11:00.005-04:002023-06-17T08:12:56.229-04:00camilla invades block island<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdMgzrcCzPwDCCpZEan2buVW_v8OzRBxoaRJ9d0sKr8NHdvVQWGK7pfIg_0vZUG65x1pgDvOdbK7m7WQP2zC0CIH1Jiq8k9W3u2V9AeY6FPzbf9nlvHPXC8sBOZd_pPiKda-Kh8MmWXeE3VYoUSoVA8JUCvfWvVj1fE_ynEqKUaZlJv7zJiE/s2333/IMG_4990.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2333" data-original-width="2177" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTdMgzrcCzPwDCCpZEan2buVW_v8OzRBxoaRJ9d0sKr8NHdvVQWGK7pfIg_0vZUG65x1pgDvOdbK7m7WQP2zC0CIH1Jiq8k9W3u2V9AeY6FPzbf9nlvHPXC8sBOZd_pPiKda-Kh8MmWXeE3VYoUSoVA8JUCvfWvVj1fE_ynEqKUaZlJv7zJiE/w374-h400/IMG_4990.jpeg" width="374" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">For a while, Camilla has been contemplating island life. She has seen a number of issues she would like addressed, and decided to write to the mayor, who on Block Island is called the First Warden. By the time she got on the boat (arriving, above), she had it pretty much written.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2HgpL05yo6AtrQjyZkprVLBB3e_mrfHc7FqgcBUvZmu6NPDc0WLWa5z59V8q7H5SkWqQpJlx5XNzo6v075SSJYm9Ody4Kr3dBBJHqSTIj3kZkg3b_wAIvG3gKKanrqiTKx5BzPTw8RzQuFI7MgHXSwCosaDLGahuEV5a_3Exu8-EizFrjM4/s4032/IMG_4997.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2HgpL05yo6AtrQjyZkprVLBB3e_mrfHc7FqgcBUvZmu6NPDc0WLWa5z59V8q7H5SkWqQpJlx5XNzo6v075SSJYm9Ody4Kr3dBBJHqSTIj3kZkg3b_wAIvG3gKKanrqiTKx5BzPTw8RzQuFI7MgHXSwCosaDLGahuEV5a_3Exu8-EizFrjM4/w300-h400/IMG_4997.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTckJCT81W2gw6qZKD81rh9TiuViWvAgyvLdvJC3MOoOUy3Aya0K97fOoGqGKkM_BuLF00ZyZfz7CyStCPkamGsx0jOkmoX9905o8dT0CZ_IkHRtRFbYhgKa5hEQhj7FJP6cmaxxGZ9wsqGFok25HzZQ8yy-24eimShEKwIaQW1dnD2NdSZ4/s4032/IMG_4998.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyTckJCT81W2gw6qZKD81rh9TiuViWvAgyvLdvJC3MOoOUy3Aya0K97fOoGqGKkM_BuLF00ZyZfz7CyStCPkamGsx0jOkmoX9905o8dT0CZ_IkHRtRFbYhgKa5hEQhj7FJP6cmaxxGZ9wsqGFok25HzZQ8yy-24eimShEKwIaQW1dnD2NdSZ4/w300-h400/IMG_4998.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWpCK8COqTz_Ed5xIP5GCoW_LmOJMEITAlOLOLqpqnSu5F-ur1xYJI3kRLqREIaHHnDxA0aOc8dDy30ALbEOnfSwM_CLJXsd0xdcSQFkdUughhYNTInRXo1uQR4Pwj3uxqzsJLijTTxcpovs6ocsElTHVA0aRBm6agT39lX_QxMljnkNk8U4/s4032/IMG_4999.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWpCK8COqTz_Ed5xIP5GCoW_LmOJMEITAlOLOLqpqnSu5F-ur1xYJI3kRLqREIaHHnDxA0aOc8dDy30ALbEOnfSwM_CLJXsd0xdcSQFkdUughhYNTInRXo1uQR4Pwj3uxqzsJLijTTxcpovs6ocsElTHVA0aRBm6agT39lX_QxMljnkNk8U4/w300-h400/IMG_4999.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p>Upon arrival, Hannah helped Camilla execute another plan: cutting a foot or so of her hair off to donate to Locks of Love. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvIvpniEVw0l3QkYlrf1QDdyTtTFsALsZMFGTTCJnwtgITruzkRQR-2ujRQWJPxRslahyJ_B4dq4osIYTOqcBLBKD71RRO2t8kR_dpFYrQgY3GvRY4f-sfe-WyoHwGjC2pLMiLkJL4BjZrVqsewuIDqLrpM3JYk_01AdKWbSFFTK5b82yIGM/s4032/IMG_5003.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvIvpniEVw0l3QkYlrf1QDdyTtTFsALsZMFGTTCJnwtgITruzkRQR-2ujRQWJPxRslahyJ_B4dq4osIYTOqcBLBKD71RRO2t8kR_dpFYrQgY3GvRY4f-sfe-WyoHwGjC2pLMiLkJL4BjZrVqsewuIDqLrpM3JYk_01AdKWbSFFTK5b82yIGM/w300-h400/IMG_5003.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>Then she cut my hair, though I didn't have more than a couple inches to spare.</p><p>Who knows what scheme she will come up with next. <br /></p><p><br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-23843751841099277722023-06-08T11:48:00.002-04:002023-06-08T11:48:25.277-04:00knapp attack<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZ0SvKVsOeR3sjwxad0X5EtDWUDSq7Q2xQ3_F2e_-CFWmKCcRmCWSqVS6B_hwyJ1nV8UsPvFm3RKn0GxbL_N6AylgqlEGBwks5EoPMZrw3vq7T1lJslAWLCASOLIR6gugsWJxrzPvHWAFDIbYx2zeaVmN4vBlUGs__78SfKpwXbGkmorL4Rs/s3024/IMG_4763.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZ0SvKVsOeR3sjwxad0X5EtDWUDSq7Q2xQ3_F2e_-CFWmKCcRmCWSqVS6B_hwyJ1nV8UsPvFm3RKn0GxbL_N6AylgqlEGBwks5EoPMZrw3vq7T1lJslAWLCASOLIR6gugsWJxrzPvHWAFDIbYx2zeaVmN4vBlUGs__78SfKpwXbGkmorL4Rs/w400-h400/IMG_4763.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">I have had more visitors than usual in the past two weeks. One of the best was Kate Knapp, who visits only to paint when the weather is inclement. We have great vists when her hands and eyes are busy. I just watch and listen. </div><div style="text-align: left;">This is my window on a grey, pastel day. I have often taken pictures as well. Below is one of mine.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkz7IPn_1sT7Qn_BTrXeN1ATfwmiVEPHnscTOTLq-Ld0htVBZp8F5DAJtzWUvmfHy4AagvPDBmX3W5iTcI4OMybHIHSgvzs-s_3Wn6p4w1KUys4KLUESuCuLY6mdhOHZ2iZKFWo9KgrCOBDPpEkFaSh4MhEfDQPipUMP34WuTwjKsDLcS74k0/s4032/IMG_8116.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkz7IPn_1sT7Qn_BTrXeN1ATfwmiVEPHnscTOTLq-Ld0htVBZp8F5DAJtzWUvmfHy4AagvPDBmX3W5iTcI4OMybHIHSgvzs-s_3Wn6p4w1KUys4KLUESuCuLY6mdhOHZ2iZKFWo9KgrCOBDPpEkFaSh4MhEfDQPipUMP34WuTwjKsDLcS74k0/w400-h300/IMG_8116.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Then there was this one. On one of our beautiful days before the advent of the smoke.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QLaxCGdng5xYcwrDL5O5PQKjoANBOY3TbAn4Jb-CKaDfX2hugybXjIfY7Gxq0ZX77yoGOBGtCgbWHqeJboxIQkFC_TybSNoOMiwfAuTm3S2P1ywPUrAYWgiuS5fF_MeGBwn1vaJ3Wb_3OHko9_tEeP93EPuOMniECwObEypEYY8hj7X2qF8/s4032/IMG_4747.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QLaxCGdng5xYcwrDL5O5PQKjoANBOY3TbAn4Jb-CKaDfX2hugybXjIfY7Gxq0ZX77yoGOBGtCgbWHqeJboxIQkFC_TybSNoOMiwfAuTm3S2P1ywPUrAYWgiuS5fF_MeGBwn1vaJ3Wb_3OHko9_tEeP93EPuOMniECwObEypEYY8hj7X2qF8/w300-h400/IMG_4747.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLABM5hkLOSZn1HR0l-PQL1arugnLXPZxSFLZiZhs740SQzXMttWHcQqU9fDesu_IGKKR5qsK_yJrG0E-sLf-GqHoH2T0l08HBWFXi5A0KG1m-hm-Nh_uyLHCkrW-87QN3mHfq4VjTRtm1tBZzw9Bx1lFrCUccfqzzkEICp4SKpTGfCGcDsM/s4032/IMG_4736.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOLABM5hkLOSZn1HR0l-PQL1arugnLXPZxSFLZiZhs740SQzXMttWHcQqU9fDesu_IGKKR5qsK_yJrG0E-sLf-GqHoH2T0l08HBWFXi5A0KG1m-hm-Nh_uyLHCkrW-87QN3mHfq4VjTRtm1tBZzw9Bx1lFrCUccfqzzkEICp4SKpTGfCGcDsM/w300-h400/IMG_4736.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br />Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-60526018962905867372023-05-30T13:51:00.003-04:002023-05-30T13:51:44.815-04:00potato report<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZxMWomFZzdSwV6vBxi0cY0-eRqAoadPqMbYR5ljKyhveZg0CX_UXFBZ_P_JpARqR3e9jAB_Jaj6Vp4vffRGaf6B1L4kaeev4MuQpz5Xw_VroRaBBDCe0EjzdcN_dfr8216yr-FbJXFE-L-ulAknX1sTeGjvLaitr7fvGHfhNsRgkDPf3x7w/s4032/IMG_4631.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZxMWomFZzdSwV6vBxi0cY0-eRqAoadPqMbYR5ljKyhveZg0CX_UXFBZ_P_JpARqR3e9jAB_Jaj6Vp4vffRGaf6B1L4kaeev4MuQpz5Xw_VroRaBBDCe0EjzdcN_dfr8216yr-FbJXFE-L-ulAknX1sTeGjvLaitr7fvGHfhNsRgkDPf3x7w/w400-h300/IMG_4631.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Word on the scabrous potato (or as Dugan calls it, the syphilitic potato, and he should know being a former medic during the Vietnam war): I do not know whether the President of the Garden Club has planted it. I doubt it, since she has hardly worked in her own garden at all. However, she did come to my house and plant my herb garden. Lest you think I'm a lazy bum (she also painted the front railings at Hannah's), let me point out that I pitchforked and edged and weeded until I hated dirt. Yes, I know it's supposed to be good for you. Why would you think that weighed with me?<p></p><p><br /></p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-26411725207021835722023-04-30T14:07:00.000-04:002023-04-30T14:07:12.826-04:00wtf is in the truck this time<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5E_Jo_psRcmBM_DBvJDebXpZ8fdKPVOBDhnxANzBYwjDeSj9o6doeuTICaxWXPL0ey_TQWzZLNr4KKG5HN1NHA685gnBQY09UgfxQLnr3J1AbjVoWIjEVm6d0iSJKr_Qtq-fEqImeCW4HCDaxwvslZdD4lHd3sEId_wqaHdX2gHv8uy5qpvs/s292/IMG_4100.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="292" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5E_Jo_psRcmBM_DBvJDebXpZ8fdKPVOBDhnxANzBYwjDeSj9o6doeuTICaxWXPL0ey_TQWzZLNr4KKG5HN1NHA685gnBQY09UgfxQLnr3J1AbjVoWIjEVm6d0iSJKr_Qtq-fEqImeCW4HCDaxwvslZdD4lHd3sEId_wqaHdX2gHv8uy5qpvs/w400-h390/IMG_4100.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"> It started with the potato. I was clearing out of NYC, and I could not bring myself to throw away this potato. It can't be eaten, but I thought my sister might like to plant it in her garden. I texted her and she said sure. Whether she will or not who knows, but whatever. Hard for me to throw away. And then there was the trampoline and the giant table and the rest of it. I went to see Ed and told him I had lost my mind. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> He said just put the potato on the trampoline.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivT-UMMDTFWbupqmnKPS4WAQWHcBtqnLD6B5vq5Cr0SSRfF_W7lcO6gPLfW0tLUEMGJg8GyTGk1gGMlNxBnCkXDZIXKwpSA_jV5DL7IfbwD99cj5MBA3jYULLE-I0_fYLULM3_DbTs__8jTQTciQXPXy4M-0xMeNJu_4qxwVjgdrhBR4WoDXY/s4032/IMG_4078.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivT-UMMDTFWbupqmnKPS4WAQWHcBtqnLD6B5vq5Cr0SSRfF_W7lcO6gPLfW0tLUEMGJg8GyTGk1gGMlNxBnCkXDZIXKwpSA_jV5DL7IfbwD99cj5MBA3jYULLE-I0_fYLULM3_DbTs__8jTQTciQXPXy4M-0xMeNJu_4qxwVjgdrhBR4WoDXY/w400-h300/IMG_4078.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Me and the potato and the trampoline made it to Providence, where my grand helped me unload in front of Hannah's house. The potato appeared to have survived the trip. Also the trampoline. <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTcjjzMMsaU9HyVbIOFTPU5nnypClcuSOdh6sA5aEie8Bqpo-ie1WXtuHRcvY9L_LWvcAMp9idUMyk63rhLuA77fdwSiuFpWZJA2Yl8pWuNT-_cevOqj0JSmtLESipcPYWtIB_6qWU9am6iOwbxsZDYcshr8lms4LA2xd-xBZc7S-qJ9Wwzg/s4032/IMG_4108.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTcjjzMMsaU9HyVbIOFTPU5nnypClcuSOdh6sA5aEie8Bqpo-ie1WXtuHRcvY9L_LWvcAMp9idUMyk63rhLuA77fdwSiuFpWZJA2Yl8pWuNT-_cevOqj0JSmtLESipcPYWtIB_6qWU9am6iOwbxsZDYcshr8lms4LA2xd-xBZc7S-qJ9Wwzg/w400-h300/IMG_4108.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">And me. And the coffee and the applesauce. Why do I travel like this? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oxP2iHmPWjRGTZqDJS7_N7avtBL2IGjFdhikcopRn2n0UvcFs-x3iiLTQIDwsSwavVBqluVMaUZXeRxCNOdYAfyge9M53zldwZMFO23ZiAPrEmavXzxdZEBQ9HNCkKSsqcT3L0LYagjTjYj5LMTbUkcLo-SLbkUqjPP6jjOd_2YulK73yqc/s320/IMG_4100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oxP2iHmPWjRGTZqDJS7_N7avtBL2IGjFdhikcopRn2n0UvcFs-x3iiLTQIDwsSwavVBqluVMaUZXeRxCNOdYAfyge9M53zldwZMFO23ZiAPrEmavXzxdZEBQ9HNCkKSsqcT3L0LYagjTjYj5LMTbUkcLo-SLbkUqjPP6jjOd_2YulK73yqc/w400-h300/IMG_4100.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we got on the ferry.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyu3KT5UH8F0Gmi6qKMa5_zxUqCmMAPorHXUpTSHU0383trsN75JCqgoAIkMZR5q2c7SUH6WigTSPkEQ3utFZM0ZwoMrlCz5s910Sh7l_AkSm9m0QL7sUsn1Zjqzn_EiXn27nGXwuhW1tVrDDl5PJsr70X2N6gQL82ebq73nBuuU6-nfEKRY/s4032/IMG_4115.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyu3KT5UH8F0Gmi6qKMa5_zxUqCmMAPorHXUpTSHU0383trsN75JCqgoAIkMZR5q2c7SUH6WigTSPkEQ3utFZM0ZwoMrlCz5s910Sh7l_AkSm9m0QL7sUsn1Zjqzn_EiXn27nGXwuhW1tVrDDl5PJsr70X2N6gQL82ebq73nBuuU6-nfEKRY/w400-h300/IMG_4115.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>And we made it home. Potato and trampoline intact. Will my sister plant it? I've done my part to keep the world from wasting a potato.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFknqK2Ob-GyxQyO05EbU1Noalgh57poosuMTRDJPM9Y8KKZMCLP_TQOs4cGfXd6APzt5-WlFBP2dN3LMNMzXa9JZl1-mR7NNfp2pNXc8WqHLKZYx6FRVe2y9HKegZvIFhgCG9ZA5QXBNTWb_bfNX_37pAvBHnrYvBQKUG5edh-j-MdKX_JoI/s4032/IMG_4122.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFknqK2Ob-GyxQyO05EbU1Noalgh57poosuMTRDJPM9Y8KKZMCLP_TQOs4cGfXd6APzt5-WlFBP2dN3LMNMzXa9JZl1-mR7NNfp2pNXc8WqHLKZYx6FRVe2y9HKegZvIFhgCG9ZA5QXBNTWb_bfNX_37pAvBHnrYvBQKUG5edh-j-MdKX_JoI/w400-h300/IMG_4122.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><p> </p>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-86329279608671748122023-04-10T12:31:00.002-04:002023-04-10T12:31:56.971-04:0098 penthouse<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oPtG-DtXVWQODlk2fHJrTicnllMIb42bwll9xrLY7vggzj80YEGmCACTtnJUn540SQ5ry-WCxDoyruTHEIPjwAF1nq35zwA_ig5IDLW4kRhYTHhK1D-VhsFsB_asB8jsgdFiWwzo7s_EoQvxGophT8ZoAdcuqC2K_dCRpQEZs5SXGxXqtuc/s4032/IMG_3838.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2oPtG-DtXVWQODlk2fHJrTicnllMIb42bwll9xrLY7vggzj80YEGmCACTtnJUn540SQ5ry-WCxDoyruTHEIPjwAF1nq35zwA_ig5IDLW4kRhYTHhK1D-VhsFsB_asB8jsgdFiWwzo7s_EoQvxGophT8ZoAdcuqC2K_dCRpQEZs5SXGxXqtuc/w400-h300/IMG_3838.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">In my apartment (I'm assuming that everyone reading this has been there) you have to press your nose against the glass to see the river. But in the one just three floors up, it's no such thing. The footprint is a bit smaller than mine—the penthouse bedroom is where my living room is, and their living room is where my bedroom is, but it has all the mod cons—including a washer/dryer—and, well, a terrace that can't be beat.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> The kitchen is where mine is, but extends into where my bathroom is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmAsjSjonthevp0wo3MNWd_u0vFIlTPEAXAJMLrVyrMvimOMCmbd3uYpc0v_xZmsVb6bLjcu_rQKSbKOGHhd-NSIrKwH5PnXWJZNxwwuZofhO9dAgxKn2hjc6S2xMdg7fAMEWE9TOGfg0HgGgs3G0Uo3eQgJ7T-sEustjYWxHj-1wlR-lkPw/s4032/IMG_3813.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmAsjSjonthevp0wo3MNWd_u0vFIlTPEAXAJMLrVyrMvimOMCmbd3uYpc0v_xZmsVb6bLjcu_rQKSbKOGHhd-NSIrKwH5PnXWJZNxwwuZofhO9dAgxKn2hjc6S2xMdg7fAMEWE9TOGfg0HgGgs3G0Uo3eQgJ7T-sEustjYWxHj-1wlR-lkPw/w400-h300/IMG_3813.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgqxT9nocfSjwNdYrBfAs0lcw0BoiQyEIvNWYEsiTen66i3U2ZT_dPHNN7fofMgyn8PZK01MWxO3rc3F65-h12sPfebPbnymnYNFqXuTRsVeFCwq3vNdOIBEQg4gGTSZrIZMFAL4_uO3EayF0zYrOJxg4tHe1Etveb0Uyt368cVRC0awvRFg/s4032/IMG_3827.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgqxT9nocfSjwNdYrBfAs0lcw0BoiQyEIvNWYEsiTen66i3U2ZT_dPHNN7fofMgyn8PZK01MWxO3rc3F65-h12sPfebPbnymnYNFqXuTRsVeFCwq3vNdOIBEQg4gGTSZrIZMFAL4_uO3EayF0zYrOJxg4tHe1Etveb0Uyt368cVRC0awvRFg/w400-h300/IMG_3827.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The second "bedroom" would serve as an office. I has a great view of the water tower. And the midtown skyline, if you squint.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-00dbdxqK5Q7Uz9rZy6EIEjDyaHBTPCXW9F-XbLjiPBvHeG3y6IG7W2vD09WnztZs05n31oQEFa61d8xOtpNkNBb_lEPwAJR898sh8L05Vt0qw7Fnle9veotVRfY5G01tFtrjKnvgynHYMcs6HEbUdjEhmBu0ONGE-o-YXAt6aWTryhqKUM/s4032/IMG_3817.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-00dbdxqK5Q7Uz9rZy6EIEjDyaHBTPCXW9F-XbLjiPBvHeG3y6IG7W2vD09WnztZs05n31oQEFa61d8xOtpNkNBb_lEPwAJR898sh8L05Vt0qw7Fnle9veotVRfY5G01tFtrjKnvgynHYMcs6HEbUdjEhmBu0ONGE-o-YXAt6aWTryhqKUM/w300-h400/IMG_3817.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>It has two full baths, one ensuite with a shower and another with a tub. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_pR9cJNBBeZ05PI49HoiEyXHtEVdSVANAugBwCS7PHyFlFjzV0VaMKAmIqYX4Iu2xrhAFUhuegLeSMXcRWt2RqOZhFzZvv30JaP9VSoUEnORqZdBicbPo6hb0TR6zafJ2zluZhljOf7kPVGtkcsNNeOwi558rgbcCGQ3-QL88dN0vQDZ53o/s4032/IMG_3830.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_pR9cJNBBeZ05PI49HoiEyXHtEVdSVANAugBwCS7PHyFlFjzV0VaMKAmIqYX4Iu2xrhAFUhuegLeSMXcRWt2RqOZhFzZvv30JaP9VSoUEnORqZdBicbPo6hb0TR6zafJ2zluZhljOf7kPVGtkcsNNeOwi558rgbcCGQ3-QL88dN0vQDZ53o/w300-h400/IMG_3830.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The living room is rather small. But it leads onto. . .</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDkp34i_t7j79Mp8K2VTZLk9dR0TknuX6r6D0k0rxRMX50zfbnmXGk07JO-0IAraxehZDH2E9K0YeKUCs7Adk3d-dssHF3olGOq-z7l3X2UjcvUjv1bsrJ-8n2a-jH2PpQxeYhNVdCII10dpqHOrR7mretpj1CxKoxT0U7oBrTUs0zAKFtY5g/s4032/IMG_3842.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDkp34i_t7j79Mp8K2VTZLk9dR0TknuX6r6D0k0rxRMX50zfbnmXGk07JO-0IAraxehZDH2E9K0YeKUCs7Adk3d-dssHF3olGOq-z7l3X2UjcvUjv1bsrJ-8n2a-jH2PpQxeYhNVdCII10dpqHOrR7mretpj1CxKoxT0U7oBrTUs0zAKFtY5g/w400-h300/IMG_3842.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>And the apartment next door shows you how a terrace is done. Though once you do this one up they won't have a river view any more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1Mdbb1pc3FuHKTLjCM9JOOuAxJGrQiPObMnkobgpRHNLpp2sw68fyMTeBzsvtGbm7hMHCz3lldtEfFyL3SfK_tHOBK-y_F0Bsp8o57YwrszL4oFxe_jlJS8gEnbExByOhEl2tnJ5emiNTmC1aRx10UgHpu99mpn1UF1xcs96jH3rbogCRUI/s4032/IMG_3839.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP1Mdbb1pc3FuHKTLjCM9JOOuAxJGrQiPObMnkobgpRHNLpp2sw68fyMTeBzsvtGbm7hMHCz3lldtEfFyL3SfK_tHOBK-y_F0Bsp8o57YwrszL4oFxe_jlJS8gEnbExByOhEl2tnJ5emiNTmC1aRx10UgHpu99mpn1UF1xcs96jH3rbogCRUI/w400-h300/IMG_3839.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Oh, and the light is beautiful in all rooms at all times of day. For 8k a month, this could be yours. Maybe. Check with Rita. <a href="https://streeteasy.com/building/98-riverside-drive-new_york#rentals">LINK HERE.</a><br />Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-45176293327875643492023-04-09T13:35:00.000-04:002023-04-09T13:35:00.896-04:00happy hoppy easter!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lyt99i8fe0UZsBWbLa_demWdPC1XszfRQQoIERRrxrfMXFsTTBOeDGJNgcwD9fsIGXqki8GQDn5s79xBZqSomLvr0aDWMSvT8G6gYLvfMkDSa4JKgW0Uym-An_kh18YwwUQKdk3ty2Oltrs3XQEBAe1MAFahal-XLAF7nBIFquryFjrLDBQ/s4032/IMG_8793.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lyt99i8fe0UZsBWbLa_demWdPC1XszfRQQoIERRrxrfMXFsTTBOeDGJNgcwD9fsIGXqki8GQDn5s79xBZqSomLvr0aDWMSvT8G6gYLvfMkDSa4JKgW0Uym-An_kh18YwwUQKdk3ty2Oltrs3XQEBAe1MAFahal-XLAF7nBIFquryFjrLDBQ/w400-h300/IMG_8793.heic" width="400" /></a></div>Some fairly sleepy bunnies greeted Easter morning today. Hannah had done a brilliant treasure hunt for the baskets. <p></p><p>Clues:<br /> Hop hop hop you are a bunny<br />Find the next clue where you’d get some honey….<br /><br />Sweet (like honey) and busy like a bee. <br />Find the next clue where you might pee.<br /><br />Carrots are crisp, carrots are crunchy. <br />You’d look in this drawer if you were feeling munchy. <br /><br />Daffodils and iris are flower of spring.<br />Felling kinda bouncy? Jump on this thing…<br /><br />Boing, boing, boing. Zing, zap, zart. Head to where you might throw a dart. <br /><br />Good game, good game. Are you getting tired? If so there’s a special bean that makes you feel wired.<br /><br />Coffee’s not for bunnies and sugar is for ants. Where might you find something to water plants? <br /><br />Thirsty little flowers readying for spring,<br />If someone pushed this thing it would go dong ding. <br /><br />You are getting close now, you fast little hare! Is there a place you’d go to sit in a rocking chair? <br /><br />Sit down and take a rest, it won’t be long. Or if you’re feeling luck, go practice a song.<br /><br />Easter is here. And we like it a lot. Now it’s time for baskets, if that’s what you want? <br />There’s a secret space, where you both like to hide. In here you’ll find some treats., if you don’t mind! </p><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAjoyEOUUzqaBQARrzcm8dJX1lSL4t4R9yFiuvKw5BUOis1fi3poNhCs0MFf7V99J8NmaxyT_UhF0NqGWtSqUj-3SlDTF5yonZI9aJjgE5yME4I20bv_h6vicR4MjVDSteMfhL84TQ1LJ5AlKUpxGsTmJr5ttlzxFar0pKO24VLi4c5-_x3Y/s400/IMG_5172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="299" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmAjoyEOUUzqaBQARrzcm8dJX1lSL4t4R9yFiuvKw5BUOis1fi3poNhCs0MFf7V99J8NmaxyT_UhF0NqGWtSqUj-3SlDTF5yonZI9aJjgE5yME4I20bv_h6vicR4MjVDSteMfhL84TQ1LJ5AlKUpxGsTmJr5ttlzxFar0pKO24VLi4c5-_x3Y/w299-h400/IMG_5172.JPG" width="299" /></a></div>Well this little bunny is apparently now an apprentice Easter bunny. This morning the following was discovered on Hannah's kitchen table. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTsZC0a3pp67rVVX5jCla-tGMAZEX1pRRJIsvQDhCdIS9q6_wS8ToeueJLqxhss1h3qaBwGWoQB_8vG8r5fglejJIb4tuqkhkVxWOxj0al0fJcg_ajq55ta2jdkieSPeZPhcWfUT1iF3_cFIrxcQzBYwMFXdp14pyYYi3VzDYEar2cDcpzVc/s4032/70269678189__46ACA60A-DB84-4B4A-8002-393E1E6F509C.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTsZC0a3pp67rVVX5jCla-tGMAZEX1pRRJIsvQDhCdIS9q6_wS8ToeueJLqxhss1h3qaBwGWoQB_8vG8r5fglejJIb4tuqkhkVxWOxj0al0fJcg_ajq55ta2jdkieSPeZPhcWfUT1iF3_cFIrxcQzBYwMFXdp14pyYYi3VzDYEar2cDcpzVc/w300-h400/70269678189__46ACA60A-DB84-4B4A-8002-393E1E6F509C.heic" width="300" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoAy7VI2TpTaqox-MhawnMsCyZ4b-FBWRn4e1A3LZsO0kt9zHkAR6yjK-XyL_Cz13efyfSEAiAih3CQBUXwvDIuUWoL2Ynjmaq6Wu0a6FzvhhihqwOhZPIL06rCpyfR7t81gbqCsVa8YRL0sayIGwfiUNqOVhCVl0hi3lEmf1sol2Fvy5Z7g/s4032/70269679350__50C246AF-0765-4462-9092-4F13F263CEFE.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoAy7VI2TpTaqox-MhawnMsCyZ4b-FBWRn4e1A3LZsO0kt9zHkAR6yjK-XyL_Cz13efyfSEAiAih3CQBUXwvDIuUWoL2Ynjmaq6Wu0a6FzvhhihqwOhZPIL06rCpyfR7t81gbqCsVa8YRL0sayIGwfiUNqOVhCVl0hi3lEmf1sol2Fvy5Z7g/w400-h300/70269679350__50C246AF-0765-4462-9092-4F13F263CEFE.heic" width="400" /></a></div><br />Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10854245.post-82924577743389396342023-04-07T14:07:00.001-04:002023-04-09T11:13:24.106-04:00the ed report 4/2/2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cMOXBXKnzsFQgYVxZA5rf8DXUHqj3ANNn8MqIpEIeC5J9P_9ah9DC9pI-mgJlue49XhdmX1hOsOagzg8_CGuySZbk8-SrPCvPZIGbBUhAYGDZjKG-4QwgLKJUu_i_wFJ6_Znl5YcMOHJk4sK41zecyqwHTGXZ-FDkUrOzjvdEd5ooOWZwfE/s4032/IMG_3767.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cMOXBXKnzsFQgYVxZA5rf8DXUHqj3ANNn8MqIpEIeC5J9P_9ah9DC9pI-mgJlue49XhdmX1hOsOagzg8_CGuySZbk8-SrPCvPZIGbBUhAYGDZjKG-4QwgLKJUu_i_wFJ6_Znl5YcMOHJk4sK41zecyqwHTGXZ-FDkUrOzjvdEd5ooOWZwfE/w300-h400/IMG_3767.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Cut to the chase: He's ok.</div><div style="text-align: left;">When I got there all seemed normal.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4sfcQF1oRS7Uh5zrqjQQHlXwlUDKRpWN9sDTJUFZtU2AWoFRgn_RmkjGBdqmzTObV3K8hIPWzW873BNN2_Fk-VZrX3A7JcFZ44lfYCKuBVgO65ehvIi0wcCDnhqVdVu8ywHSt2aTY4HuPfbMmH9ixDM9gfjn4rwgbAM50S8GGED0Qz3SGzw/s4032/70216348949__C2394534-3B34-4109-9673-6E85A6E08AD2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4sfcQF1oRS7Uh5zrqjQQHlXwlUDKRpWN9sDTJUFZtU2AWoFRgn_RmkjGBdqmzTObV3K8hIPWzW873BNN2_Fk-VZrX3A7JcFZ44lfYCKuBVgO65ehvIi0wcCDnhqVdVu8ywHSt2aTY4HuPfbMmH9ixDM9gfjn4rwgbAM50S8GGED0Qz3SGzw/w300-h400/70216348949__C2394534-3B34-4109-9673-6E85A6E08AD2.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>Ed was asleep in his room, as is usually the case.<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-LAcuJUxJTm51HkSM-9WKln5qrEP2xqIja6y9gQzhAPmKJBQS3VSkIAa4dj-T0-PwzERFsJbxD0ruPXs3aZ-yOKUmzvX57RCfdema5-esjGwQlhUbVDJyAn7KWsLudDXDR2wa3xYNr8Qjffnuffs-nJJgvDDjYFTuqu-YDotsGcbVA0bBuI/s4032/IMG_3758.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-LAcuJUxJTm51HkSM-9WKln5qrEP2xqIja6y9gQzhAPmKJBQS3VSkIAa4dj-T0-PwzERFsJbxD0ruPXs3aZ-yOKUmzvX57RCfdema5-esjGwQlhUbVDJyAn7KWsLudDXDR2wa3xYNr8Qjffnuffs-nJJgvDDjYFTuqu-YDotsGcbVA0bBuI/w400-h300/IMG_3758.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I was slow on the uptake. I had had an exciting day already.
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> The two mourning dove eggs that were laid on my windowsill
ia month before had taken flight that morning. (Incidentally if you wonder why I wasn't posting here all that time, it was because I was continually videoing the chicks growing up.) If you watch <a href="https://www.youtube.com/shorts/JsMcjWe4ZkM">THIS VIDEO WHEN DOVES FLY </a>turn sound on so you can hear me gasp when the
first one didn't make it to the roof quite—guided to a sill across the
courtyard by the papa—but mainly to hear my upstairs neighbor leaning out the
window narrating and thinking I wasn't awake yet! </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Anyway, I became alarmed when Ed wasn't waking up for supper as usual. He seemed too sacked out. And then I felt his forehead, and it seemed warm. He was flushed too. So I rang the button around his neck and asked for a nurse to come. And I called Ed's daughter, who was in town. And I dithered. The nurse said he had 100.4 and wanted to call the EMTs and take him to the ER. Ed's daughter said yes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtvHlcBv3WeEsa9MG4gnYadaogTrmecV7Jaef8dglfWMcx5-hrO9WLn3VjLDrylHiYEfKSnucIHiSIN7J5XguCFnS6kQZY0npwYpElA45EYV9UNMBRE5GdEIYnQu9Kyxczc-TOOVG5zOFX5NLWK7qCyXOajP9CLRVoZ3d0XOPA0REECSVRBs/s3024/IMG_3761.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2736" data-original-width="3024" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFtvHlcBv3WeEsa9MG4gnYadaogTrmecV7Jaef8dglfWMcx5-hrO9WLn3VjLDrylHiYEfKSnucIHiSIN7J5XguCFnS6kQZY0npwYpElA45EYV9UNMBRE5GdEIYnQu9Kyxczc-TOOVG5zOFX5NLWK7qCyXOajP9CLRVoZ3d0XOPA0REECSVRBs/w400-h363/IMG_3761.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>The EMTs got Ed's son on the phone, and I had his daughter on the phone and I was taking pictures. Ed was alert enough to tell them his birth date. <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "You're not allowed to take pictures here," one of the EMTs said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "I'm a journalist, and he's a journalist, and I will be taking pictures," I said.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> "You want me to call the cops?"</span></p><div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> I shrugged. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIeA6VkHFbJrHzlXQYSxb7ksHnlRu4xewAFhvSyA3aFlly--3G29Zj_cx9KJi6V9cbFFwVWAjbIU-avQ6PfZiegLQ1abAWQyX4onuV3KuzwU9Bpdzg7Hce3urmFeb_eld22F4M2xcJtsWsNgRcfNhcO_urTDOVNtH19ZULbEIktqoy2L38aI/s4032/IMG_3765.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiIeA6VkHFbJrHzlXQYSxb7ksHnlRu4xewAFhvSyA3aFlly--3G29Zj_cx9KJi6V9cbFFwVWAjbIU-avQ6PfZiegLQ1abAWQyX4onuV3KuzwU9Bpdzg7Hce3urmFeb_eld22F4M2xcJtsWsNgRcfNhcO_urTDOVNtH19ZULbEIktqoy2L38aI/w400-h300/IMG_3765.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I stuck his phone in his pocket, and off he went. His daughter met him at the hospital. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs96MZFqPvsud4VDsdrEHoK5BDll7e_OwiVs--Q3uZ8VBKC44i2VLhX74rVljGMIo8QuqgSZq9UiheveCit9mLKZhAMy0vHcVHjUW27NGkHJt_Xv3CVKrC0fJmps3HXReV63LAuEgfLzwtBgUk6YV5OBM43B13gLxJD9KaUgjv7lZJM7sOP9s/s4032/IMG_3769.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs96MZFqPvsud4VDsdrEHoK5BDll7e_OwiVs--Q3uZ8VBKC44i2VLhX74rVljGMIo8QuqgSZq9UiheveCit9mLKZhAMy0vHcVHjUW27NGkHJt_Xv3CVKrC0fJmps3HXReV63LAuEgfLzwtBgUk6YV5OBM43B13gLxJD9KaUgjv7lZJM7sOP9s/w300-h400/IMG_3769.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpl61CSc25PG9WYTkJZYJPQkey50dKXD0jTSb2mcWF3ggqBy0UciRYyHxBpUIoVd-XmltsdCWG9703Ur_4BL2SW4efsb3YRuhLXAib7vOEd96UbiuKoeirZszphcJz3_3Cf7z6pD7CepamTl7Rw196t4YkM5Ln6EneZsQfQkoMDRvUzyIThA/s4032/IMG_3771.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitpl61CSc25PG9WYTkJZYJPQkey50dKXD0jTSb2mcWF3ggqBy0UciRYyHxBpUIoVd-XmltsdCWG9703Ur_4BL2SW4efsb3YRuhLXAib7vOEd96UbiuKoeirZszphcJz3_3Cf7z6pD7CepamTl7Rw196t4YkM5Ln6EneZsQfQkoMDRvUzyIThA/w300-h400/IMG_3771.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div>So off he went into the sunset. They tested him for Covid, which he had had once before, and voila. His lungs were clear, and it seemed a mild case, so they sent him back to "the hotel," as he calls his place, with Paxlovid and instructions to quarantine. </div><div style="text-align: left;">
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and Clyde (per the McBeeBee twins, made famous by Bob & Ray)</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;">My contribution to this batch would be Eeny and Meany</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Then we got further into the stratosphere</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">I loved Calvin Coolidge and Kublai Khan</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Likewise </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Limerick and Lemonrick</span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en"> (Their scions to be </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Sonnet and Daughteret)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Paz (Spanish for peace) and Palom (Spanish for dove)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was thinking maybe Paz and Amor, for peace and love, which doves symbolize. (Which makes me wonder, do birds who mate for life ever get pissed off with one another?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Hemingway (Hemi) for the big agressive dude and Rumi for the other, a nod to the literary world</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Then </span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Then we go full on aloha<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">Hana and Pepe or Wai and Mea (if they've a Kauaian streak</span><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs xlh3980 xvmahel x1n0sxbx x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u" dir="auto" lang="en">And Kai and Kiki, suggested in homage to the parents and also Hawaiian connections</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Ok, so the parents' names are CooCoo and Haiku</div><div style="text-align: left;">If you take the family name to be Coo, I can't help but think of Coochie Coo and Hoochie Coo</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">This, despite the face that my friend Toby (whose name means dove in Yiddish, she says, though in Hebrew it is Jonah like him with the whale) said the mourning dove call is not coo. "There is no K sound," she says. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKcv4aPnOmQ">JUDGE FOR YOURSELF HERE.</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, I like the K sound. So I think I'm going with Kai Coo—Kai for ocean in Hawaiian, and to keep the theme going, Kukui Coo, kukui being a native Hawaiian nut tree that symbolizes, among other things, peace. </div><div style="text-align: left;">And you know whose vote counts here.</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">The chicks are already growing wing feathers and finding it difficult to conceal themselves beneath their parents. In a week they will be grown and flown. Follow on my FB story.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And BTW, despite all our anthropomorphizing and notions of gender roles, it's mainly the papa bird you see feeding the chicks in my videos. He takes most of the day shift, and I can't see any of them at night. Nor can my phone. Not sure where he sleeps. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREi0o5GXc8EP8_7nabfyuXMQAzOGrOcJFktiTXGESdl2P-sc5Yw37s6QENvduHU56-MSbm6naFhHeGYj9QNreyIOYM5_40ay66ZUsVuR8B4y4ZLhNMb0KSxJnegULyO9gik8UnxfGs_esvre7k7qZqqiL6Di0Hzq2TLrlsFQZanr5vG4AL40/s3520/IMG_3060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhREi0o5GXc8EP8_7nabfyuXMQAzOGrOcJFktiTXGESdl2P-sc5Yw37s6QENvduHU56-MSbm6naFhHeGYj9QNreyIOYM5_40ay66ZUsVuR8B4y4ZLhNMb0KSxJnegULyO9gik8UnxfGs_esvre7k7qZqqiL6Di0Hzq2TLrlsFQZanr5vG4AL40/w225-h400/IMG_3060.JPG" width="225" /></a></div><br /> Oh, and one more thing. Speaking of names, I find this years prospective hurricane names hilarious. I don't know why. (If you do plase tell me!) I mean, the hurricanes themselves are not likely to be the least bit funny. Especially for those of us with beach rentals. But the names. . . <strong class="css-1nu2zqw" data-testid="bold">Arlene, Bret, Cindy, Don,
Emily, Franklin, Gert, Harold, Idalia, Jose, Katia, Lee, Margot, Nigel,
Ophelia, Philippe, Rina, Sean, Tammy, Vince and Whitney</strong></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Claudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13526240286886116228noreply@blogger.com0