Friday, May 27, 2011

Back Again

I've been trying to figure out what to say after this long absence. A lot happened in a short time in April.

1) Son of broke his leg quite badly. It's nearly 8 weeks later and he still can't put any weight on his leg. He's home but he is recovering. It's only a matter of time is my mantra. He doesn't have a cast, but a huge black Darth Vader looking device he puts on when he moves around. The stitches are out and his leg has healed well, but has big scars, of course. He has gotten quite good at moving around on crutches, but it's hard when you can't put any weight at all on your foot and he gets tired. We've taken him out to do a little bird watching, but it's sad that he has mostly missed this years migration. Still.. only a matter of time. Could have been so much worse.

2) Daughter of gave birth to another beautiful little girl. What riches, to have two lovely granddaughters. I spent a couple of weeks helping out after the birth. Miss A. has a very easy-going personality. She eats well; she sleeps well; she looks around contendly in between. No newborn is easy, but she reminds me of her mom, who was a blessedly amiable baby.










3) Dog of Cog died. She had reached a good old age after a pretty eventful life. She was a good dog and I miss her. I keep looking for her around the house before I remember that she is gone. Now Cat of Cog is an Only Pet.

Meanwhile, life has been going on around here. Lots of nests around. We've Baltimore Orioles in the front yard and Orchard Orioles in the back. There's a family of swans across the street who visit our pond sometimes in the morning. There's a family of Canada Geese that visits in the afternoons. They must be nesting nearby. The air is full of birdsong all day.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

We Interrupt This Blog....

I'm in Bangor, Maine. The Son of COG fell going down his back steps this morning and broke his leg. It's quite a nasty break - the big bone in his lower leg is broken in two places above the ankle. The smaller bone is really shattered, a bit higher up. He's in a lot of pain and is scheduled for surgery tomorrow, time unknown.

I'm staying at the former Nurses Residence of the Eastern Maine Medical Center, which is now the Riverview Inn. I, however, have a Parking Lot View. Not complaining - it's convenient, cheap and clean.

On the way up today I saw two bald eagles. One of them was over the Penobscot River, just by the hospital. I take this as a good omen.

I'll post more when I know more.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Adieu, Borders

The Borders store I worked in for 8 years, closed for the last time, yesterday at 5 pm. Coincidentally, I had dinner with 3 women who used to work with me there. It was lovely to talk about the good times we had there, in the old days before the business went South.

One of them quipped that we were now 'Booksellers without Borders'. I've been smiling about that all day.

The people I worked with there were such an interesting group of people. I'm glad they are mostly still around and I can see them from time to time.

Mother Nature's April Fool's Day Trick

Snow.

After a lovely Spring day, it snowed a couple of inches overnight.

No pictures because I'm pretending I didn't notice.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Each Minute Sweeter Than Before














It's 51 degrees. Sunshine. Crocuses in the lawn and daffodils half-sprung. Birdsong. Peepers.

After a hideously extended winter, it feels like Spring.

"It is the first mild day of March,/ Each minute sweeter than before." William Wordsworth

Friday, March 25, 2011

No Diet Gingerale.

I went to the grocery store for diet gingerale. This is the row of soda. There was no diet gingerale of any brand whatsoever.

OK, I know this isn't a tragedy like tsunamis, earthquakes, nuclear disasters etc. But, in the absence of these tragedies, is a little diet gingerale too much to expect?

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Just showed this picture to the COG


And he said 'My God, get me a drink. Quick!'

Not sure whether this counts as an offense to my feminist principles.