Tuesday, May 31, 2011

And Just LIke That . . .

. . . it's summer.


Summer's supposed to arrive on Memorial Day. And this year? It did.

And there is only one thing to do at a time like this.

Go to the beach.

And so we did.

It was just as it should be: The girls frolicked on the rocks . . .

. . . as girls do.

The boys walked and talked and traded secrets . . .

. . . as boys do.

And Ledgie watched a gigantic Tanker steam by . . .

. . . as Ledgies do.

And us?

Well, after the beach we hit our deck, as we do. And then, as the sun moved off the deck, we hit our Westy . . .

. . . for the last remnants of sun . . .

. . . as we do.

And then we Hopped, Skipped, and Got Naked*.

*Pour one can frozen lemonade in a pitcher. Fill the empty can with vodka and add to pitcher. Pour in 3 Coronas. Stir. Pour over tons of ice and have yourself a lovely afternoon.

Happy Summer!

Monday, May 30, 2011


Happy Memorial Day!

circa  2004

Saturday, May 28, 2011

weekend photo project: whale's tales

This weekend's photo project is not about what's happening in this photo:

It's about what happened 30 seconds before the photo was snapped, when both of the goofballs pictures were airborne and spinning, spouting water out of their puffed cheeks like a couple of...

no, not a couple of cute girls on a dolphin, more like a couple of...

photo credit: Dana Jensen, The Day


Friday, May 27, 2011

Happy Memorial Day weekend

May all of your Memorial Day weekends be so filled with joy that you poop flowers..........

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Lisa's House

We had ourselves a little hike last weekend.

Right down this path, into the deep, dark woods of . . .

. . . Connecticut. Rocky Neck State Park, to be precise.

One thing about the deep dark woods of Connecticut in the spring. The colors are irridescent and neon.

It was an enchanted forest that day.

I didn't even know those trails existed in those woods. And then we came upon this:

This gigantic stone pavilion.

The Ellie Mitchell Pavilion, thank you very much. My Girl Nancy and I make lovely pavilions together.

It's a WPA Project built in 1936.

There are vast spaces inside, with huge communal tables . . .

. . . it can be rented out for private events . . .

. . . and I'd really, really like to be invited.

It's stunning.

And the grounds are amazing. I'd really, really like to be invited to somebody's picnic, too.

Anyway, we ended our hike over by the water . . .

. . . on a rocky ledge we scampered over like little sea creatures.

I am an avid and enthusiastic scamperer.

The thing about this rocky ledge, though? We've admired it many times from across the cove . . .

. . . from this house . . .

Lisa's House! About which I have waxed rhapsodic before. It's a great little house, on a great little beach, where you can bask in the light and wave to the trains going by. And this time we got to see it from the other side of the water. Which, believe you me, was a giant thrill.

And then, after some gazing and reminiscing and planning, back to the trails we went . . .

. . . back into the enchanted forest.

See you this summer, Lisa and Michael! And don't you worry about us -- we'll just swim over to your house this year.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Oh woe is Taco

Taco was sort of a birthday present. And you know that anyone who gives a birthday present that requires a ten year old boy to procure a live animal secretly hates that boy’s mother. Thanks a lot, Autumn.  But Taco was a nice enough rodent, he didn’t do much harm. He did his hamster thing, running in the wheel and enjoying fruit and whatnot. 

As I mentioned last month, Taco has been unwell as of late.  In fact, I had posted a plea on facebook to find out if anyone knew of a humane method to perform euthanasia on a small furry woodland creature. That query resulted in a couple of inexplicable “likes” along with great deal of advice ranging from the sweetly helpful to the downright disturbed, including: 
  • You can get ether from a pharmacist. You soak a cotton ball with the ether, put it in a container with the pet and the pet peacefully goes to sleep. It's very gentle, very kind and the pet is comfortable during the process.
  • My suggestion seems cruel compared to that.
  • Doesn't the US Supreme Court have to allow it first? Better get a good lawyer.
  •  A bucket of water...
  • I could make a Richard Gere crack here, butt I won't
  • can't you just let him go? the birds/cats/snakes would appreciate it, I am sure. use it as a circle of life teaching moment.
  • ferral cats gotta eat too. 
  • some people do just let dying animals free to fend in the wild (of the backyard), it's really not uncommon. And it's an easy way out. But, I don't think it's terribly kind
  •  I was gonna say hypothermia....Shoe box in freezer. It doesn't take long, I hear its painless, although I can't confirm that. Whatever box you use, don't make it clear, cause then the poor thing will want to get out - so dark box and in freezer.
  •  FYI...everything just slows down and they go to sleep. Obviously, eventually they turn into "hamster"cicles.
I’d like to think I could have maybe done one of these things... but when I imagined myself walking into a pharmacy asking for ether to kill my son’s pet hamster, I looked and sounded like a complete and total mental case. And when I imagined myself making room in my freezer for a box in which to freeze the poor guy, I just…. couldn’t. There are way too many hot pockets in there. Should I let it out to die at the jaws of a predator, likely the predator who had been stalking poor Taco since the day he came to live with us? Please. Just... please.

Aside: Ironically, just the other night I had the opportunity to witness what my dumb dog would do if faced with a dying rodent in her midst. There was a squirrel in our yard who was obviously not long for this world, either from poison or a fall or some other morbid cause, the thing was barely breathing, an easy mark for the ferocious canine, right? She did the equivalent of the classic lady-up-on-a-chair-shrieking, substituting a maniacal bark. She wouldn’t get near it, she just yelled at it. Dumbass. (thank God).

ANYWAY, Taco’s been hanging in there since I first posted about his decline back in April. We were giving him lots of his favorite treats, and because he was no longer able to exercise, he became quite portly.

The other night, I was making soup and I saved the inside of the celery bunch to give to Taco in the morning. I would have given it to him right then, but he already had a massive slice of watermelon and there was no call for gluttony. He was, after all, getting alarmingly portly.

Early the next morning, I went to give him the celery, and was greeted with a decidedly unusual sight. Taco’s feet were sticking up out of the top of his tunnel. The rest of him was inside said tunnel. And all of him was quite dead. He hadn't used the tunnel for as long as I could remember; he climbed the walls of his cage to get between levels! The tunnel was simply part of his decor. Deadly decor.

I ran and told Bill, and he got up and dealt with the situation. We have an unspoken agreement that he is in charge of all dead pets. We clearly faced a conundrum. Poor portly Taco was wedged in there but good. His condition did not lend itself to a peaceful tale of crossing the rainbow bridge at the gentle beckoning of his maker. There wasn’t time for a funeral in our pet cemetery, either. So we did what any parents would do. We stuck him in a box, tunnel and all, and stuck the box out by the trashcans to deal with later. Then we woke the kids up to start the day.

Once again, I brought my woe to the community of facebook by announcing that I was preparing to tell my kids that Taco had died. I was comforted and buoyed by several compassionate frowny faced comments from my tender hearted friends, along with this gem: "Our hamster died too! We were all quite happy, though. He was revolting."

I broke the news over breakfast. The kids took it quite well. Thankfully, they didn’t ask to see the body, and the conversation rather quickly advanced to talk of what fun Taco must be having up in heaven now that he could run on a metaphorical wheel and frolic with Morgan and Leo and Lizzie and Jiddo (sorry mom, but they’re your grandchildren and you did refer to Taco - and the revolting one -  as your grandhamsters).

I was reluctantly curious about how it was going to play out – would a funeral be expected? Open casket? What about the environmental impact of burying him inside the stupid tunnel? 

In the end, we had a funeral. It was a somber, quick, and low key event. The kids were distracted by the fact that it was dark out and we made them trudge through the underbrush with a flashlight and a shovel. The hole was pre-dug (thanks, Bill) so it was simply a matter of dropping poor, portly Taco in and sending him off to the great beyond with a few fond words.

Rest in peace, Taco. I'm sorry you had such an undignified passing, but at least it wasn't in the freezer.  


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Font you!

Nothing screams louder than big fonts. Well, except words written in all CAPS in big fonts. Are you with me?


Is it me, or are people who do this total dicks? I really don't get it. I deal with clients at work that ALWAYS USE CAPS. BIG ONES. Wtf?

It's offensive, isn't it?

It just screams, I'm-more-important-than-all-you-normal-font-using folks, so you better damn well listen to me!

But really, when you think about it, this tactic backfires. I mean isn't it the e-version of the guy with the small penis buying the biggest truck with the laughably giant tires so that your mocking his silly ride as opposed to his empty board shorts?

I mean seriously, using bigger fonts is not going to give me back my prepregnancy boobs (or better, mid-pregnancy boobs), now is it?

Monday, May 23, 2011

Pink and Yellow and Purple

It's spring around here these days. And you know what that means.

Rain. Lots and lots of rain.

And you know what that means.

Spectacular blossoms on every corner.

And you know what that means.

Pollen. Achoo!

But let's focus on neither the torrential downpours nor the flying microscopic allergens. Let's have a look instead at those flowers and trees, in full bloom, wherever you look . . .

The magnolias have been spectacular . . .

. . . they were everywhere.


. . . as were the, um, pink weeping willows.

Ledge Light's cousin New London Light looked lovely in her light pink finery.

It's been a very pink spring.

A yellow spring, too.

Pink, yellow, and my personal favorite: purple.

Our purple irises have been majestic. Fabulous. Iridescent and aglow and opalescent. They've lit up the entire neighborhood.

Sun? We don't need no stinkin' sun.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Weekend 3-Way: In The Pink

Connecticut magnolias, in full, Pink bloom, via Ellie . . .

. . . An incredibly cute Pink bicycle, via Beth . . .

. . . and the world's most delicious-looking Pink strawberry coolatas, via Jacquie.

Wouldn't it be fun to combine all three?