if i had a dog

From agilejack1.com

Yes, if I had a dog I would teach him to carry fabric on his head.  And then I would laugh and laugh and give him smelly bacon treats.

And then I would cut up those fabrics and put them in a quilt.  Four of the six fabrics on this pup’s head are the same as in the quilt below.  I used lots of wild florals for snowball blocks, as you can see.

My design screen came in very handy.

And today, after a couple of thousand hours of machine quilting (yes, I’m exaggerating, but lots of things went wrong in the process and it felt like I’d spent a long month in front of the machine), it is ready for hand-stitching.

My fancy, complicated, expensive sewing machine is a joy in so many ways, but when it comes to free motion quilting the thing balks and acts like it never saw thread before in its life.

There are good days and bad days.

I am not inexperienced when it comes to free motion quilting.  I’ve taken classes.  I took a four-hour class from Karen McTavish, for God’s sake!  And I aced it.  But my machine and I have a long way to go before we can “McTavish” together.

She is so cool she even has quilting feather tattoos.

Here’s an example of her quilting:

I like to swirl, too.  My machine is not a fan of swirling, though.  And I can’t figure out why not.

So…while we are quarantining this week I am determined to spend some time solving this problem.  I need new glasses, so the stitching won’t be as small as I’d like, but there must be a way to glide and swirl and create lovely patterns again.

If that doesn’t work, I’ll balance fabric on my head and drink tequila.

 

 

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what’s streaming on the big tv

HBO Max:  Somebody Somewhere, described as a “dark comedy” about a woman in Kansas finding her voice and finding a community while dealing with grief.

I am not making this sound like the wonderful show it is.  The characters are a joy and I loved them all.  Well, except for the mother.  It is raunchy and there is a lot of swearing, so beware.

The phrase “dark comedy” always turns me off.  But we were desperate for something to watch last week and there it was and Banjo Man said what’s that and I clicked on it and we were hooked.

HBO Max:  The Gilded Age.  Written by Julian Fellowes (of Downton Abbey fame), it chronicles New York during the time of the Gilded Age, with the Astors, Rockefellers and Vanderbilts running the show.  It starts out slowly, but the acting improved and the plots were fun.  I was absolutely entertained by seeing locations from Newport, especially from the Breakers, the Vanderbilt estate.  It was lovely to see the tennis courts on Bellevue Avenue, the staircases and the ballrooms of the mansions.  I’ve toured these homes many, many times and never get tired of taking people to see them.  I’ve been known to go by myself, just for fun.

Oh–and the costumes on this show are gorgeous!

Netflix:  Rescued by Ruby.  This based-on-a-true-story-in-Rhode-Island film is definitely one for everyone in the family.  It’s a sweet story of a rescue dog who was herself rescued from a shelter and trained to be a search & rescue dog with the RI State Police K-9 program.  There have been a number of interviews on local radio with the “real” people of the story and the story is actually pretty accurate.  The characters are true to life.  There is a documentary, which was what the movie was based upon.  Ruby is still working in the K-9 Unit with her handler Daniel O’Neill.

Netflix:  After Life.  A Ricky Gervais creation, it’s a three-season series about a man grieving for his wife and trying to cope.  Another “dark comedy”, it’s one I avoided for a few years due to the wife dying of breast cancer and who needs that?  But once again the characters are brilliant and we love this show so much we binged an entire season Saturday night.

Netflix:  Power of the Dog.  Saving the worst for last, we think this is one to avoid.  We may have lasted for ten or fifteen minutes before switching it off, as the main character was so awful and the setting was so grim we just didn’t want this in our living room for another couple of hours.

Netflix’s description: “A domineering rancher responds with mocking cruelty when his brother brings home a new wife and her son, until the unexpected comes to pass.”

I read a ton of reviews on the film.  I wondered if we were the only two people on the planet who didn’t “get” it.  Had we watched so much “Seaside Hotel” and so many Danish police dramas that we couldn’t appreciate the beauty and genius of a grim Western?

The reviews I read were definitely mixed, with more people hating the film than those defending it.  But the ones who loved it really, really loved it.  One particular reviewer wrote that “only elite Netflix viewers” would appreciate the genius of this “homo-erotic thriller”.

Wow.

I am definitely not an elite Netflix viewer.

Banjo Man and I don’t settle ourselves on the couch, malted milk balls and popcorn at the ready, and say, “Gee, I can’t wait to watch a new homo-erotic thriller tonight.  Pass the remote over here and let’s see what we can find!”

If you’ve seen it and loved it, please let me know why.  

So that’s it from the living room.  I’ve started adding shows to my Watchlist in anticipation of Banjo Man’s post-surgery recovery period.  Suggestions are welcome!

 

 

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before, during and after

Here’s a picture of The Tree a few winters ago.

Then there was this, as I’m sure you remember from my many posts whining about it:

Two weeks ago, before the crew came to remove the branches, one by one.  There was a bucket truck, a crew of three and several chainsaws.

The result?

Ugly, huh?  See the pile of wood?  Friends are coming today to take it for their wood burning stove.

We are glad we know someone with a wood stove.

When the wood is gone, the tree crew will return and take down the rest of the tree.  Which means a lot more wood for a stove, just in case the winter of 2023 is a tough one.

We’ll miss the shade of The Tree.  We’ll miss watching the owl who liked to sit on its lower branch and look for breakfast.

But I won’t miss the dumpster.

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seaside hotel

This series from Denmark was one of the best things that happened to us all winter.

I kid you not.

You can watch it with a Masterpiece/PBS subscription.  It’s worth paying for it for a month while you binge on nine seasons.

Beginning in 1928, each season chronicles a summer on the shore of  Denmark, in the “Seaside Hotel”.  The same guests return each year.  The staff of the inn remains the same, for the most part.  The story begins when a new girl arrives to work as a maid at the hotel for the summer.

It’s been described as a Danish “Downtown Abbey”.

You grow to love all of the characters.  One of our particular favorites was “Mr. Weyse”, an actor who frequently plays the piano and entertains everyone.  And who falls hilariously and hopelessly in love with a woman he can’t have.

The characters are charming and funny and sweet.  They grapple with the rise of Hitler.  They fall in love.  They are hilarious at times and sad at others.

Yes, there are subtitles.  But the Danish language is easy on the ears.

I hope you try it.  Put it on your list for next winter.  We loved it so much we tried to ration ourselves to two episodes a night.

When we finished the last episode, Banjo Man turned to me and said, “Maybe we should start over and watch it again.”

We miss our Danish friends.  I’ve read there’s a season 10 to be filmed, so maybe next  year we’ll be seeing them again.  Oh, I hope so!

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the broken winter is almost over

In progress, almost five months later.

Our old, tree-damaged front door has been removed and a new one has been installed.

Two weeks ago a lot of men showed up to fix things.  I’m not sure why this particular day was selected by two different crews, but it was very exciting to look out my office window and see this:

They were everywhere!

Our horrible old slider was removed and replaced, too.  Check out the old front door in the dumpster.

The tree removal crew arrived also.  There were three of them, plus a bucket truck.  It took almost two days to saw the branches from the tree.  We were thrilled to have that done, because we’d had another branch fall down in the driveway.  It was a disaster waiting to happen.

The car windshield repair guy was supposed to arrive during that week, but the wrong windshield was ordered and had to be reordered.

But the car windshield is fixed now.

As is the car, which scared us to death with a blinking engine light and all sorts of terrible noises.  We rented a car while it was being fixed, though I left my EZ Pass transponder in the rental car and have to get a new one.

The mysteriously broken house windows will be replaced in May.

The new doors will be painted and wall repairs made in May also, because I won’t let the crew return until then.  We are quarantining now so NOTHING–no Covid, no flu, no cold– interferes with Banjo Man’s surgery.  As my grandson has taught me and loves to hear me say, “I have spoken.  This is the way.”

It’s Star Wars speak.

Our propane fireplace is burning nicely now that it has been repaired…twice…after having no heat upstairs for all of January.

The electrician returned for the fourth (fifth?) time and fixed the light switch that turns on the light over the stairs.  He was quite the character.  I hid in my office the last two times he was here because I was tired of being nice to him.

The Austin condo is almost fixed, too!!!  This has been a long and stressful and frustrating project, but it comes to an end today when the dishwasher is reinstalled and a tile backsplash is applied to the wall by the sink.

Will and I think it will be beautiful.

And in eleven days Banjo Man will be fixed, too.  That is more important than everything else put together.

And then the Winter of Broken Things will be behind us.

I have spoken.

 

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fifty-nine days away

In 59 days, Banjo Man and I will be arriving in Spokane.  Last night I received an email from Southwest stating they have changed our flights.  No surprise there.  Southwest is very good at changing flights.

I just hope they don’t cancel them entirely, the way they did last year.

So instead of arriving at midnight, we are landing at 2:30 pm.  We’d planned to spend the night in Spokane, but I don’t know what we’re doing now.

We are arriving in June instead of April due to Banjo Man needing surgery.

I haven’t blogged about this before now.  But it’s time.

Last October, two days before the tree fell on the roof, we suspected Banjo Man would be dealing with prostate cancer.   Blood tests showed his PSA number had risen quite a bit.  A special scan before Thanksgiving showed there was cancer localized on one edge of the prostate.

Extensive biopsies in early January showed that he was in more trouble than anyone imagined.  Prostate cancer is measured by a Gleason score, 1-10.  We were dealing with 9/10 on all sixteen samples taken.  It’s a very aggressive cancer.

As explained to us:  this cancer can’t be cured, but it can be treated.

That’s the important thing to remember.

We fought cancer three years ago.  And we will do it again.

We opted for hormone treatments combined with radiation instead of surgery. Unfortunately, after several weeks of brutal side affects, a trip to the ER and radiation having to be postponed, Banjo Man is back to the surgical option.

And that happens on Monday,  April 18th, in New Haven.  Banjo Man has a top surgeon who has performed over 2500 robotic prostate removals.   This guy is the real deal and we are so lucky he agreed to operate.

There is a 15% chance this surgery will cure the cancer.

There is either an 85% chance or a 50% chance he will need radiation within the year.  That number depends on which doctor we’re talking to.

The surgery won’t be easy, nor will the recovery.  But four weeks later he should be back to normal.  There will be no procedures, shots or radiation for at least six months.

Which gives Banjo Man plenty of time to enjoy his cabin.

Banjo Man in his happy place.

And that is where you will find him this summer.  We’ve become really good at “enjoying the moment” and that’s exactly what is going to happen in the future.

So on April 18, say a prayer.  Cross your fingers.  Think good thoughts.

Until then, you can find us on the couch in front of the tv.  We’re resting up for what’s ahead.  And eating popcorn.

 

 

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happy food faces

March went by quickly and I couldn’t be happier about that.  March?  Not a fan.

But these pictures make me smile.

Son Ben came to visit for a week during his Spring Break.

Ben enjoying lunch at Paul’s Pasta in Groton, CT.

Nancy celebrated her birthday.  I made the cake!  Congratulate me, because this is not a skill that comes naturally.  There will be more about that in another blog when I will ask you about digital coupons.

And here’s Banjo Man at Andino’s in Providence.  He was in Hour #2 of wearing his new hearing aids.

We love the hearing aids.  Doesn’t he look pleased?

Here is our happy daughter at Paul’s Pasta.  She even bought a t-shirt.

And here’s a little reminder of the joy of eating out, compliments of Denny’s, where Ben, Nancy and I enjoyed brunch.

Also during Ben’s week here:

We watched a lot of NCAA basketball.  We cheered for Providence College (home team) and of course, GONZAGA!

Banjo Man and I were so happy for company.  We have watched a zillion hours of television during this long winter.  Daughter-in-law Amber sent us gourmet popcorn and our favorite little boxes of min-malted milk balls.

Sometimes that was dinner.

Before you freak out at that, sometimes we had bowls of frozen fruit.  And Honey Nut Cheerios.

Dinner is just a snack around here.

Except for last night, because I made meatballs.  There had been a sale on ground beef and I was inspired.

Speaking of meatballs…it’s time for lunch.

 

 

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ghosts of the past

Sixty years ago today Banjo Man was snowshoeing to the top of Sam’s Mountain, across the saddle to Green’s Ridge and onward, to end up near the top of Green’s Ridge.

He and his friend Gary Palmer wanted to see the snow ghosts.

Snow ghosts, you ask?  They are the tops of the trees covered with snow.  Can  you imagine how deep the snow was?

They started their trek at dawn and didn’t return until dark.  They stopped twice to build campfires and dry their socks.

Before the fires went out, they had dropped three feet down into the snow.

Banjo Man has had lots of adventures, but this is one of the scariest and most impressive of them all.

But he was only twenty years old at the time.  Invincible.

I didn’t know him then.  If I had, I would never have sanctioned this trip.  Never in a million, zillion years would I have chirped, “Have a nice time.”

In fact I would have thrown a fit that would have been loud enough to start an avalanche.

So…Banjo Man was smart enough to do such wild things before he met me.

He might still have that hat.

 

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bread bags and skinny chickens

As we all know, the cost of living has gone up.  Way up.  Grocery shopping is a grim chore, even though we no longer have to wear a mask.  People are experiencing “price shock” in every aisle.

Gas is almost $5.00 a gallon.

Yesterday morning the host of my local radio station asked how listeners used to save money, you know, back in the old days (I think he was referencing the 1970’s and the gas crisis).  One man texted that his mother used to put bread bags over his socks to keep his feet dry.

The radio host and his producer were aghast.  There were jokes about wagon trains.

I was taken aback.  When my kids were in elementary school, bread bags were part of life.  If boots were wearing out in March there was no way I was going to buy new ones that would be outgrown by next winter.  So bread bags saved the day, keeping socks and feet dry in case the boots leaked.

Okay, that was forty years ago.  In a remote mountain town where kids didn’t care about what they wore.  Bread bags got the kids through mud season.  And then?  Sunshine and new sneakers!

I told my friend Ruth about this.  She lives in RI, but once married a Wisconsin man and learned how to cook raccoons and squirrels, can everything she grew and drive in three feet of snow.  A sparse existence, to say the least, but she and I agreed that we had learned a lot about survival when we were in our twenties.

We worried about how families today are going to make it through this crisis of inflation when everything costs so much more than it used to.

My friend Retired Mountain Lady wrote about our Idaho lives together, when we were young and poor and making do with what we had.  You can read about it here:

https://retiredmtnlady.blogspot.com/

Check out the February 15 post.  And yes, we poached a deer.  And butchered it on her kitchen table.

I asked Ruth what advice she would give young families today about how to save money on food and make ends meet.  What a discussion we had…and then we poured ourselves another cup of coffee and made a list.

First of all, if you can, buy a freezer.  Take advantage of sales.  Cook casseroles and freeze them (therefore avoiding last minute takeout meals when you’re too tired to cook).  Frozen vegetables are just as nutritious as fresh ones.

Shop in the cheapest stores you can find.  And/or shop the sales in all of the local supermarkets (Banjo Man is good at this, but I’m not).  Keep a list and only go once a week.  Or every two weeks.  Make a two-week meal plan and stick to it.

Be creative with what you have on hand.  Don’t waste anything.  I freeze little bags of leftover rice and use them in soups.  In fact, I save a lot of little things for soup.  And I make a lot of soup–and then I freeze it in 4 cup containers.

Forget buying paper towels.  Buy a dishrag or use a washcloth.  Paper napkins?  Nope.  Use cloth ones and give each person in the family their own color so they can reuse them.  You’re doing laundry anyway so don’t waste your money on paper.  And–don’t hate me for this one–use cloth diapers when you and the baby are at home.

I used to use half powdered milk and half real milk for the kids.  And put an extra can of water in the orange juice pitcher.  Generic cereal or oatmeal for breakfast.

(When I sold my first book and cashed the advance, I took the kids to the grocery store and let them each pick out a Name Brand Cereal as part of the celebration.  They were ecstatic and it took a long time for them to decide.)

Grow what you can.  If you can.  Ruth had a vegetable garden–and still does–but I’m not a gardener.  We had fruit trees, though, so I had plenty to barter with.

Plan one or two meatless meals a week.  Dried beans are your friend.

Make soup in the crock pot.  A ham bone is a gift from the gods.

Breakfast for dinner!  Eggs and pancakes are cheap enough.

In the bread bag days, I bought whole chickens for 12 cents a pound at a discount warehouse market.  They were the oldest, skinniest chickens that ever arrived on a grocery shelf.  I would boil one, pick it clean, use the meat in two casseroles (plenty of rice and broccoli in those casseroles!) and wind up with a pot of chicken soup.  Now I buy large packs of chicken breasts and cook them–covered in water– in the crock pot, which gives me a ton of shredded chicken to freeze for future casseroles, soups and salads.

Those store-roasted chickens are often two-for-one on certain days of the week or certain times of the day.

Ruth swears by her new Hot Pot, which turns cheap cuts of meat into tender morsels of goodness in less than half an hour.

None of these suggestions are revolutionary, but a lot of little savings does add up.  And right now every little bit helps.

Share what you do–or did–to feed the family in difficult times!!!

 

 

 

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fox and friends

No, not the news channel.  Take a deep breath.  You know I stay away from politics on the blog, right?

The view from my office window.

It is finally, finally, FINALLY March.  The temps are above 30 (for the moment), the sky is blue and the driveway is now a slick combo of ice and mud.

Life is very, very quiet here in our little section of the woods.  So the appearance of a fox grooming himself on our driveway was incredibly exciting.

He seemed to be having trouble with his tail.  I thought it had a dent in it, but Banjo Man thought perhaps that was just the way a fox tail looked.  Of course we Googled it.  I have determined our local fox is suffering from mange.

#internetvet

We’ve had visitors before.  A sick coyote.  A sleepy fox.  Numerous deer and turkeys.  Two sightings of an elusive fisher.  Owls.  Hawks.  Aggressive squirrels and comical chipmunks.

But no Russian soldiers.

We take such peace for granted, of course.  Banjo Man and I have the luxury of spending quiet mornings watching wildlife and enjoying those second mugs of coffee.

My prayers are with those fighting for their lives and their country.

 

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