Nov 26 2009

Happy Thanksgiving


Happy Thanksgiving to All. Nothing could be better than Roger’s sweet potatoes.

Nov 25 2009

Rest In Peace, Dear Charlie


March 1996 – November 25, 2009

charlie ft. mchenryThe best dog in the world — ever faithful, constant, loyal, loving, eager to please.  Accomplished dead-squirrel catcher, python-like whole baby rabbit swallower, lap swimmer.  The cute-iful to Trixie’s beautiful.  He was my constant companion for a good 12 of his almost 14 years, there with me every day of Double R Brand and beyond, through countless changes, never bothered by any of them as long as we were together.  He was well-loved and gave back more.  Good to the very end.

We had as good a last day together as we could, given the circumstances.  He rode in the truck with me to Uniontown, with front-seat privileges.  He didn’t complain about going with me, or going to work these past difficult weeks for him, though I know he would rather have stayed quietly at home.

His coat was wet with many tears today, from Luke and Nicole who chose his name as we sat at dinner at Bullock’s in Westminster, our three-month old pound puppy.  From Natalie, who took him in as her own, quickly won his love and devotion, and nursed him at all hours of night and day, never too tired to take care of him even when she was too tired to take care of herself.  And many of my tears, too.  He is missed so much already, and I can’t in this moment imagine life without his cheerful wag and eager smile.

I’m glad that we could all be there together with him at the end.  He waited for Nicole to return for her first visit home since leaving for college.  I was worried about her going through this, but ended up being glad she did.

I had prepared his grave last Sunday, knowing the time was short.  He had a proper funeral procession, including Trixie, and I found the perfect stone to mark his resting place.  This is what we read at his grave, from Walt Whitman:

I think I could turn and live with animals, they’re so placid and self contain’d,

I stand and look at them long and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition,

They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,

They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,

Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,

Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,

Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.

Farewell, our beloved Welsh-golden-Cocker-Corgi-basset-beagle.  We will miss you deeply, but revel in the sweet memories you leave us.

Thank you to all who loved him so well.  And thank you, God, for sharing him with us.  Please keep him well.

Nov 25 2009

Susan Loy Calligraphy


In addition to the most excellent Redhead clogs, Carhartt jacket and FUDGE, Roger surprised  me with my favorite Shakespeare sonnet in calligraphy by Susan Loy.  We saw Ron Loy at the NCTE Convention in Philadelphia, and he and I talked about the Loy White House Easter Egg print that I have framed in the hallway.  Her work is so detailed and beautiful that it can’t be described.  You have to see it.  The picture of my poem is from her catalogue on line.  Visit her website at

True Minds

Nov 16 2009

On Balance And Emptiness


Here’s my take on the Jazzways 6004 concert.  And thank you, Natalie, for another wonder-full night!

On Balance & Emptiness on RogerThat!

Nov 15 2009

Jazzway 6004


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We’ve had another adventure!  For Roger’s birthday, we went to Jazzway 6004 to hear local saxophonist Tim Green and his Quartet.  The tickets were reasonable:  $30 for adults, $15 for students.  We talked to some students/musicians from Peabody.  We met another from Towson.  Roger won the door prize–a poster of Thelonius Monk.  The home, owned by jazz enthusiasts Marianne Matheny-Katz and her husband Howard, is an amazing space that seats about 60 people.  After the concert, we ate home-made desserts.  We plan to go again very soon.  Check out their website:  Meanwhile, we’ll keep you posted after we attend the Latin Jazz Concert at Peabody on December 4.

Nov 8 2009

Fashion Fit Formula


Yesterday, Mom and I attended a seminar which included a 40-minute presentation from Kathy McFadden and Janet Wood-Cunliffe about their company, Fashion Fit Formula, Inc.  I was prepared to be unimpressed because these two women believe that it doesn’t matter how tall, short, fat or thin a person is.  Clothing that fits properly is all a matter of math and proportions.  After listening to their pitch and watching several ordinary women transform before our eyes by simple adjustments, we were hooked.

Rather than try to explain all the details, check out their website:  If I were a woman of means, I would arrange to have these women to my house to advise me on my closet.  It makes sense that we should have the clothing in our closets adjusted to fit our proportions better–rather than have closets full of clothes we WISH we could wear.large_whichgroupx520

Nov 7 2009

Apple Fritters


Apple fritter

Ever since our trip to Syracuse, Roger and I have been craving apple fritters.  I found a terrific recipe on line:

Peel, core and slice four apples.  (Roger chooses tart apples.)

Batter:  2 cups flour, 1/4 cup white sugar, 1 tablespoon baking powder, 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg, 1/2 teaspoon salt.  Stir dry ingredients together in a bowl.  In another bowl mix 2 eggs, 1 cup milk, a smidgen of vanilla.  Combine wet and dry ingredients.

I’ve been coating the apple slices and cooking them in canola oil and then dipping them in cinnamon sugar.

Be careful.  You might need to eat five or six at a sitting!

iPhone photo by Natalie

Nov 1 2009

Uniontown Escape


Roger and I went to Uniontown for Halloween night.  We found a quiet house on a beautiful fall night.  Jake visited, and the two men talked hunting for quite a while.  After a rainy night with an hour extra sleep, in the morning, we started cleaning and moving furniture.  By the time we have the house ready for sale, we won’t want to leave–I can guarantee that!  Also, we gathered the last six figs.  Not too sweet but worth eating anyway.