16 October 2026

Random Things on a Friday

Hello and Happy Friday! I have a small list of things to do around the house today, and I am meeting my friend Louise for lunch, which is always fun. She recently came back from a trip out west which included Yellowstone, so I'm looking forward to hearing about that.

I just had some random things that I decided to post because it is Friday, which I think is a good day for randomness.

Look at Milo the Koodle, all curled up with his crossed front paws. 💕


Katie would like to show you her dragon toy. However, she does not want you to have it, so please don't even try!


Last week, I had my six-month visit to the cardiologist's office. After the nurse took me into the exam room and did weight, blood pressure, etc., I was sitting waiting for the doctor to come in. There was a blob on the wall where some paint had been peeled off, and it was really bugging me. 

Keep in mind that I am not really a person who usually enjoys graffiti. But this blob was driving me crazy. So I took a pencil out of my purse and turned the blob into what I think is a fairly decent approximation of the state of West Virginia. I felt *so* much better after I did this!


I pointed this out to the doctor when he arrived, and he was quite impressed. He took a piece of paper and wrote on it "Exam Room #8 - The West Virginia Room," and taped it to the outer door. I told him I absolutely expected to be taken to this exam room every time I visited his office. 😊

And finally, please now gaze upon this HO (half-finished object). 


This is the first of a pair I'm calling Socks Eternal. Mainly because I started this sock shortly after Labor Day! For some reasons I can explain and others that escape me, it just took me way too long to finish the first sock. I'm pleased with it, and already on the foot of the second sock, but why it took so long for this one is something I will never fully understand.

And there are your Friday random things. 

We have no specific plan for this weekend, which is fine with me, because a) we'll be away next weekend, and b) it's supposed to be pretty cool/cold, so staying cozy at home seems pretty exciting to me. I hope your weekend will be to your liking, and that if you are getting a cold blast like we are here, that you will enjoy it, or at least be able to find a way to warm up. 

15 October 2026

Catching Up, Part 1 - Weekend in Rehoboth

OK, now I'm a bit behind on things, so let's catch up. 

You may remember that we headed to Rehoboth Beach for the last weekend of September, to get together with family. You may also remember that it was the weekend of the nor'easter that dumped massive amounts of rain and wind along the Northeast coast. 

However, things like that do not deter us. And frankly, it was all good for that weekend. When we were chccking in at our hotel on Friday, the woman at the front desk said that Wednesday and Thursday were really awful there, weather-wise, but it wasn't supposed to be too bad for the weekend. And she turned out to be right. It was rainy some of the time, really windy sometimes, but mostly just cloudy and the ground was wet. The ocean was a different story - it was roiling and reminding everyone that in spite of what we humans may think, Mother Nature is the one in charge!

Anyway, unbeknownst to us, Friday evening was the Annual Rehoboth Golden Retriever Meet Up and Parade. As you can imagine, we were all over that. While everyone else was still arriving and settling in, we headed over a few blocks to see it and were in no way disappointed. People and their dogs were dressed up for Halloween, and it was amazing. There were easily 300 dogs there, mostly Golden Retrievers, but also a few others who were family members and also dressed up. 







It was the best, and we had a wonderful time talking to the people and petting their dogs. And all of the dogs were really well-behaved - not much barking, or growling, and lots of doggie kisses were available.

Walking back to the hotel, we decided that one good thing about the nor'easter was the beautiful sky we got; I promise you, nothing was on fire, but check it out!




My niece Julie and her husband Keith had rented an Air BnB for them, their kids, and the dog. So after dinner at one of our fave places, we headed there to see everyone. 


We got to meet our 8-month-old nephdog, Dash, who was really sweet, and as most puppies are, a tangle of too-long legs. (I didn't tell Katie he was there, btw.)

There was the usual amount of loud talk, hilarity, singing, and taking turns acting out things. One really great thing was that my little great-nephew Oden, who is on the spectrum, was a whole different kid than the last time we saw him. He used to be just completely in his own universe all of the time, but since last year, he has been in some kind of special school in Manhattan, and it's made a world of difference! He was chatty, involved, joked around, and was part of the group, and it was so good to see. 

The next morning, we met at one of our fave breakfast places, along with my niece Liz and her husband Greg, who drove up from near Baltimore the night before, and we're stayng through breakfast. We had the nicest waiter, and that's something when you have 12 noisy people who haven't seen each other for over a year or so. Then everyone into the little town to poke around in the shops. The Tim and I pealed off to explore a yarn store that had just opened this past February, though we did check out the bookstore and a little home/gift store with everyone beforehand.

Of course, as advertised - saying it would happen rain or shine - Saturday was the Mrs. Roper Romp, which was as hilarious as ever. My niece's husband Patrick took some great videos. Did I ask him to send me one? No. Did I take any photos myself? No. However, we did decide tentatively to try and participate ourselves next year. 

We had another great dinner at a seafood place, where our waiter told us that the good thing about there being so many of us was that it made it seem like the restaurant was busy. 😂 Followed by more ridiculousness at the Air BnB.

Sunday morning, everyone got their own breakfasts and joined the group at Amanda and Patrick's hotel room. We ate, drank, and laughed. Amanda made everyone mimosas, and it was really fun. We left before anyone else because we had to be home no later than 3 PM to pick up Katie where she was boarding. 


It was such a wonderful weekend! We were so happy and relieved to see both Patricks. My niece's husband Patrick looked just like himself, except he was just starting to grow his hair back after losing it in chemotherapy. His bone marrow transplant has been successful, as far as the doctors can tell. We are all hoping that is going to last as long as possible.

My brother-in-law Patrick looked a bit frail, and has lost a LOT of weight, but the drugs he is taking as part of a clinical trial have really been helping him. If you didn't know how sick he was, and how much weight he'd lost, you'd think he was the same guy you had always known. 

It was great to just be able to all be together as usual, without having to worry about someone and how they were doing, because we could see it before our eyes. Such a happy relief! I talked to my sister last week, and she said that it was just the kind of thing she and my brother-in-law needed, and they had the best time they've had in such a long time.

So the nor'easter made absolutely no impact on our fun or our activity, and yes, if the weather had been nicer, we would have been on the beach and/or at the hotel pool, but it would have been a matter of a different location only.

Of course, it took The Tim and I the next week to recover - the change in our usual routine really threw us off, but it was more than worth it.

And the yarn store visit and my purchases will show up in another post, never fear.

I'm just glad to be able to say that everyone was doing as well as possible, and that did my soul a lot of good. 💕

12 October 2026

Book Report for July, August, and Septermber 2026


Before we get going more into October, I thought I'd share with you what I read for the three months leading up to it. As usual, there's some that are better than others, but sometimes you just don't know what to expect from a book until you actually open it up. So in no particular order, here you go.

Whistler, by Ann Patchett. A beautiful book about family, memory, relationships,  and love. Told in beautiful language.

Daphne Fuller and her husband Jonathan are walking through part of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, when Jonathan notices a older man who seems to be following them around. When he. Goes over to talk to the man, it turns out to be Eddie Triplett, a man who was briefly stepfather to Daphne and her sister Leda more than 50 years before.

Told in a series of flashbacks alternating with the current day, we find out all of the background story, as well as the lives of everyone involved since. It's a beautiful,  poignant story about children and parents, and how they can have differing memories of life events. 

There's a lot of love in this story, and Ann Patchett tells it absolutely beautifully and perfectly. There are passages that take your breath away. I didn't want the book to ever end.

Death Comes to Marlow, by Robert Thorogood. These are such fun books! In this one, our threesome of amateur detectives try to figure out a locked door mystery. Sir Peter Bailey throws a lovely garden party to celebrate his wedding the next day to Jenny, who started as his nurse before becoming engaged to him. His adult children are less than happy about it, but seem somewhat resigned.

But when the guests hear a loud crash from the house, everyone suspects trouble. What they didn't expect was to find Sir Peter underneath a fallen bookcase full of vintage medical items. The thing is - the door to the room was locked, and the only key was in Sir Peter's pocket!

There are many red herrings here, all of them fairly believable.  As usual,  Judith, Susie, and Becks put their heads together to help their police officer friend Tanika investigate; but Tanika is sidelined by her new supervisor,  who doesn't think a murder happened. 

The solution has many moving parts, but as in the first book, getting there is the real fun.

The Book-Lovers' Retreat, by Heidi Swain. This book was fine, I think just not really what I was hoping it would be. Parts were interesting, and the setting - the Lakes District in England - was appealing, but the characters seemed a bit stereotypical, and though it wasn't terrible to read, it wasn't something that will stick with me.

Batter Off Dead, by Maddie Day. This story begins at a 4th of July fireworks display. Robbie Jordan, owner of a local restaurant and vintage kitchen store, is there, along with many of the residents of French Lick, Indiana. As the display ends, they discover one of the residents who lives in the nearby old folks home has been murdered. 

It turns out that the victim was one of the founding members of a local crafting clubs named Stitch and Bitch,* and another member of that same group  - who was also the current police chief's mother - was murdered years ago.

Robbie is curious about all of it, especially when she hears comments from various people at her restaurant regarding the craft group. 

This was a book I borrowed from the library as sort of filler because I couldn't decide on anything else. It actually turned out to be more interesting and complicated than I was expecting. 

*I was amused by the number of people in the book who were shocked by this name!

From the Grounds Up, by Sandra Balzo. A fairly good entry in this series. Maggy Thorsen is looking for a new location for her coffee shop, which was destroyed in a storm. Her real estate agent friend Sarah takes her to an old train depot that would be perfect, if she could only afford it - especially since her current partner Caron wants out of their partnership.

When Sarah says that the depot property is hers, inheriting it recently when her elderly aunt died, and that she wants to go into business with Maggy, she thinks her prayers have been answered.

But then strange "accidents" start happening, and Maggy becomes suspicious of their soon-to-be new business neighbors. And Sarah is acting very out of character - what's that about?

I liked this book, and there were a few things that were unexpected for me, that I think could have used fleshing out a bit more. But overall, it was a nice, quick read.

An American in Scotland, by Lucy Connelly. Emilia McRoy is an ER doctor in Seattle who decides to move to a small town in Scotland to become the town doctor.  She is burnt out, and hoping to leave behind a painful past involving her husband. 

When she arrives,  she is happy to see the town, meet some people,  and see where she will be living and working,  with an up-to-date medical office.  Her first day is ruined though when she takes a walk, and gets caught in a downpour. That's bad enough, but when she finds an abandoned cottage for shelter, she also finds a dead body!

This is a fairly entertaining book, with an interesting cast of characters in the town where Emilia will be living. And when she starts receiving threatening notes, her determination to find a murderer increases. 

A good start to the series.

Something Whiskered, by Miranda James. Another good outing with Charlie Hartis and his cat Diesel.

This time around, Charlie and his long time love, Helen Loiuse Brady are in Ireland on their honeymoon, and Diesel is with them.* After a few days in Dublin, they arrive in County Clare to visit Helen Louise's family. Baron O'Grady is set to celebrate his 100th birthday. 

As they pull up to the manor house, a body fall from the roof. It's the baron, who of course was killed by the fall. The tragedy is also suspicious, because he was known to be incredibly fearful of heights.

Additional things begin to happen, along with another death, and the family asks Charlie for help poking around. He agrees, but becomes worried when he feels that Diesel's safety is threatened. 

There were few characters in this story that seemed suspicious,  but even once you felt you knew who the killer was, it was all interesting enough  to stick around for the end.

*You may think the idea of taking your animal with you to a different country on your honeymoon is preposterous. I did, until I knew two couples who did so.

Modern Lovers, by Emma Straub. Zoe, Elizabeth, and Andrew were close friends, and part of a band in college that was sort of a one-hit wonder, along with Lydia, who has died of an overdose years ago when the book begins.

Zoe is married to Jane and they own a popular restaurant in Brooklyn. Their daughter Ruby graduates from high school at the start of the story, but didn't get in to any colleges where she applied,  mostly a result of self-sabotage. Elizabeth and Andrew live next door, with their son Harry, a year behind Ruby in school. Elizabeth is a real estate agent, and Andrew has had several jobs, but is currently unemployed. 

The book is the story of what happens with everyone over the course of a summer.  Relationships begin, marriages might be falling apart, new opportunities await. But mostly, it's tale of s group of people who just suddenly realize they are adults well into their lives, and their children are the ones starting out.

I enjoyed the book, but didn't really love it. I thought there were parts that dragged, and some things that seemed like they lost the track of the overall story. I liked the characters well enough, but I am also pretty sure I would avoid them if they were real.

Maine, by J. Courtney Sullivan. The family cottage in Maine had been in the Kelleher family for about 60 years, and they gathered there most summers. However, once the children were grown with children of their own, and Daniel Kelleher, the family patriarch died, it just didn't seem to work the same. Alice, Daniel's widow, still spent the summer there. She was a woman haunted by one night in her past, who never really took to motherhood.

The adult children decided to divvy up the summer months, one each for their respective families. Alice, for the most part disappointed in her children anyway, felt this was just another one of their failings.

But one summer, three generations of Kelleher women overlap: Alice; her daughter-in-law Ann Marie, daughter Kathleen, and Kathleen's daughter Maggie, who is thirty-seven, unmarried and pregnant. Though they are all only together for a short time, secrets come out, feelings are hurt, and they seem further apart than ever. 

Each chapter is told from one of their individual standpoints, and so you get to know them each apart from the family.

It's an interesting book about a family that is neither really happy, nor close, but feel obliged to act as if they are. It made me happy I wasn't one of them.

Among Friends, by Hal Ebbott. This is the story of two families - each consisting of a father, mother, and daughter. They have been close family friends since school days, and when they gather at one of the homes to celebrate a 52nd birthday, the weekend marks a huge shift in alof the relationships.  An incident occurs that changes everything  - among the couples, their daughters, and each husband and wife.

The book is meanders somewhat, in the way that well-to-do people often do, and can. In the end it turns into a story of who we believe and why or why not; and what stories we tell ourselves to get through.

The Only One Left, by Riley Sager. I was really disappointed in this book. The premise was appropriately creepy  - a woman recently under suspicion for killing her mother goes back to working for an agency that provides caregiving services. She is sent to care for an elderly woman who is notorious for probably having murdered her family years before. Wher she lives is a crumbling estate on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

But for me, the book didn't deliver. I was looking forward to seeing what developed, but it turned out to be kind of a snooze.

The Hunter, by Tana French. I'll admit I was somewhat disappointed when Tana French started this series, because I'd loved the previous Dublin Murder series. But just because she had introduced us to a new place and group of people, it clearly doesn't mean the books are not as good.

Cal Hooper, a retired Chicago detective, is here in the second installment, having become a bit more settled in the small Irish town where he moved. His house is nearly just the way he wants it fixed up, he's making a difference in a teenage girl's life from the previous book, and the townspeople are a bit less suspicious of him. 

When Trey's (teenage girl) flighty father suddenly shows up after 4 years in London with a way for the townspeople to make money, people are initially wary. But when he brings an associate whose forebears were from the town with him, claiming his family lore more or less guarantees that there is gold in their land, people begin to get excited. Cal is deeply suspicious and doubtful, but pretty much keeps to himself. 

When things come to a head and there's a murder, things start to get out of town, and Cal worries about Trey's involvement with her father.

I liked the way the story unfolded, and how nothing was as clear to the reader (well, at least to me) as it could have been.

Any Given Tuesday: A Political Love Story, by Lis Smith. I was intrigued when I read about this book, because when we lived in DC, I worked for a U.S. senator, and know that so much goes on that we never even think about.

This is one woman's story - but she worked on so many campaigns that are familiar to us at the national and state levels, that it was full of "inside" information.  She doesn't pull punches talking about people, and writes in some detail about her own personal mistakes and problems, which makes the book seem more honest, but also kind of cringey in places.

My favorite thing was learning that Pete Buttigieg was pretty much how I thought he was, a normal person. Not perfect, but normal. And that his father was from Malta. Knowing the origin of that last name was oddly satisfying for me.

The Dogwalkers' Detective Agency, by Michael Hogan. I really enjoyed this book.  

Charlie Boardman and his dog Ruby have returned to the small seaside town where he grew up. His mother has been getting forgetful,  and he wants to be there for her. He does some freelance graphic design, but makes ends meet by walking dogs for people. It's provided him with a group of friends as well, since most people he was in school with  have moved away.

On one of his walks, the dogs run into the nearby woods and find a couple of wigs. When Charlie does some investigating, he discovers a dead body. The victim is a popular local pub owner and ex-cop. One bright spot for Charlie is that one of the investigating detedisxa woman he went to school with, which is a nice surprise. 

However. As Charlie and his friends investigate,  things become more dangerous,  and another murder and a beating occur; things become personal for Charlie when he starts receiving anonymous threats.

This book had a lot of characters  (human and canine) to keep track of, but it was worth it. Not just for the characters and the dogs, but for a few pretty good laughs and a great mystery.  I hope there's another before too long.

The Academy, by Elin Hilderbrand and Shelby Cunningham. Meh.  A story of one school year at a private boarding school, with the more or less expected characters and behaviors.  

I thought it would be more of a regular Elin Hilderbrand book, but I guess she eas trying something new with her daughter.

Best Offer Wins, by Marisa Kashino. This started out as a funny satire of one woman's obsession with buying a house in the Washington, DC area as part of her life plan
 - husband, house, baby. It's also a reminder of the ridiculous costs of housing in America,  especially in more desirable neighborhoods. 

But I got tired of Margo and her machinations, and her utter disregard for those in her life who got in her way. Then the whole thing took a somewhat preposterous dark turn, except there were absolutely no consequences for Margo and her behavior. 

Who knows, maybe in a previous life I would have enjoyed this book more. But living in a world where an entire group of people do whatever they want without consequences has taken away my sense of humor about it.

This Is Not About Us, by Allegra Goodman. I really liked this book. Not because it was an amazing story, or a sweeping saga, or full of crazy adventures.  I liked it because it told the story of the members of one family. Starting with a death, and ending with a birth.

The book begins with Jeanne's death. The youngest of three sisters,  she is in home hospice care. Her older sisters, Sylvia and Helen, keep vigil, while also keeping everyone informed of Jeanne's condition. The sisters have always been close, but like in any family, they are also individuals. 

At the luncheon after Jeanne's celebration of life, one sister's action causes a serious rift between the two remaining sisters. As the book goes on, and different family members deal with their own problems, joys, and adjustments,  the reason for the rift gets lost. But the rift itself remains. 

The story is just that of a family - each one with different thoughts, experiences and goals, but still part of a family. By the end, you feel like they are people you know. Maybe they are.

I know that growing up, my father's two sisters did not speak to one another. They never reconciled, and no one seemed to remember what the problem was in the first place.  All of those lost years between them always made me feel sad.

Someone Else's Husband, by Kimberly McCreight. When the police show up very early one morning at Richard and Gretchen's Upper East Side home, they are barely awake before they see a search warrant and are taken to the police station. 

It turns out that a woman who was on a climbing trip with Richard's friend group to Mount Kilimanjaro shortly before has been murdered. Someone told police that Richard was seen near her apartment building at the approximate time.

Gretchen feels her life has been thrown into an unreal universe, and starts to question everything.  Told in chapters that cover the various characters - including the murder victim and some of Richard and Gretchen's friends since college - the reader begins to think that maybe Richard or even Gretchen is involved. But then you get the sense of a twist in store, and at least for me, I saw a twist, but didn't figure out just what it was. 

It was a good read.

More Than Enough, by Anna Quindlen. Polly Goodman is a member of a book club that has been meeting for 13 years - but they never actually read the book. They know each other so well, and can talk about anything and everything.  In Polly's case, her students at a private girls' school, her prickly mother, and the efforts of herself and her husband to get pregnant. 

When the other members of the club give her a DNA test as a gag gift, and she finds a first-degree match, her world starts to spin. She and her brother are close, and she feels certain it must be a mistake.  But when someone contacts her to meet, everything changes.

This is a book about family - born and chosen. Polly has a small immediate family, but a much larger group of people who fit the description,  especially her in-laws and best friend in the book club, Sarah.

It's a quiet, lovely book, that makes you feel a lot of things.

Irish Stewed, by Kylie Logan. This was just the kind of book I needed when I borrowed it from the library - a simple cozy mystery that was actually not easy for me at least to figure out.

Laurel Inwood has left a glamorous life as a personal chef to one of Hollywood's biggest stars to come to Hubbard, Ohio and take over her aunt's restaurant when she goes in for knee replacement surgery. However, upon arrival, she has to face the fact that the restaurant is not the one she'd gotten pictures of - a fancy tablecloth and cloth napkin kind of establishment. Instead, she is faced with what is basically a diner in an old train station. Without another job waiting, she agrees to stay until her aunt can come back to work full-time.

But the night she arrives, while being shown around the place, she finds a dead body - that of Jack Lancer, a local investigative reporter known as "The Lance of Justice." With the local police certain they found the killer in spite of lack of evidence, Laurel takes on both the restaurant and finding a killer.

It's a perfectly good read for exactly what it claims to be. One of the diner's specialties when Laurel arrives is fried bologna sandwiches, and I have to say that it evoked memories for me of the very *best" fried bologna sandwiches made by my dad! 🙂

The Fortnight in September, by R.C. Sherriff. This is a very quiet, very reflective book about an English family and their annual seaside vacation at a place called Bognor.

The Stevens family are a very quiet, close-knit family. They have been going to Bognor for two weeks every year since their parents honeymooned there. 

The place where they stay has seen better days; two of the three children are adults now, and may not be joining them for sure in the future; they are not wealthy, and need to keep close track of their budget.

But what you get is a description of a family of a certain class in society, at a specific time and place. A family that enjoys each other's company, and who relish the simple treasures of their vacation. 

At the end of the book is a short bio if the author, who fought in the Battle of Somme. He thought of this story based on the life and pleasures of his own existence prior to war.

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And that's it. I can't believe that we are now in the last quarter of 2026, mainly because so much has already been happening, it seems like there have been about 5 years tucked into this one so far! 

Let me know if you have read any of these and what you thought, or if you've read something you just want everyone else to read too because it was so wonderful. I may have way too many books on my to-be-read list, but what's a few more among friends??

23 September 2026

Hooray, Hooray, It's Fall!


Welcome to cozy season! Yes, I am sure there will still be some warmer days coming, but hopefully the high temperatures, humidity, and mosquitoes are gone until next summer. And that gives me the best feeling!

The past few days here have been cool and rainy, and a nor'easter is supposed to show up this weekend. So of course guess where we are planning to be - at the beach! 🤣

My niece Amanda and her husband Patrick will be able to go to Rehoboth Beach for the weekend, as we have been doing for a few years now, around this time. Even just a few months ago, it looked like they wouldn't be able to do it, but Patrick even checked with his doctors and they said he should just live his life. It will be a year since we have seen them, and we are looking forward to it so much!

Then it turns out that my sister and her husband Patrick decided to join us as well - it's been over a year since we have seen them! As I've mentioned, my brother-in-law has not been doing well at all, but last month he was enrolled in a clinical trial, and though he is not 100%, he is feeling so much better, he told my sister that he thought they should join us. That will be wonderful - just to see them both in personm and hug them.

But wait - it doesn't stop there! Two of Amanda's three sisters and their families will also be coming - I tell ya, it's gonna be a cast of thousands, LOL! I get it though - their dad is feeling well enough to be there, and they want to spend whatever time they can around him while they can. So altogether 13 of us are descending on the place, plus one dog (one of my nieces has a dog, and they rented an Air Bnb; we are staying at a place that doesn't allow dogs, so Katie is going to a pet hotel - please don't tell her Dash will be at the beach!).

So even if it is not optimal weather, we are assured of having a good time. And frankly, just getting to see both Patricks and being with them will be the best - everyone else is just icing on the cake.

I have looked at the forecast, and it looks (as of right now, days away) that it will be cloudy and extremely windy, but not necessarily rainy the whole time. But again, being with everyone will be the highlight, and we can do that rain or shine. Also, this is happening, which was on the same weekend we were there last year, and it was absolutely hilarious!

So barring unforeseen circumstances (please, unforseen circumstances, stay away!), it should be an excellent way to start the fall season. 

Are you doing anything special to welcome the new season?

18 September 2026

Furball Friday

I recently bought something called a FreezBone for Katie. It's a sturdy silicone item where you add various treats, yogurt, broth, peanut butter, or specially purchased foods and then put it in the freezer for 2 hours. It's supposed to be an enrichment toy for dogs, and also calms them since they have to do a lot of licking to get everything in it.

I got one prepared last weekend and put it down for Katie to enjoy.


She did eventually get to try it ... but there wasn't a whole lot left after Milo the Koodle investigated.

Sigh.

I hope you get to enjoy any weekend treats without someone else getting to them first ... 

16 September 2026

Shameless Self-Promotion and a Knitting Update

Hello everyone - I didn't mean to disappear, but apparently I did. The past couple of weeks were the kind where I was busy most of the time, but have absolutely nothing to show for it. Along with some medical appointments, which were very fortunately uneventful. But hopefully now I can get back on track with blogging, and everything else I enjoy doing.

But first, I must do my "shameless self-promotion" part of the post. You may remember that when we had Dug and then Hamlet, I participated in the Mutt Strut, which is a fundraising event for PAWS (Philadelphia Animal Welfare Society). It's a fun event, and frankly I could have participated even when we didn't have a dog, since you can "rent" a dog for a day - but I knew I would be devastated to return said dog, so just avoided it altogether, but always sent a donation. 

Anyway, this year, the Mutt Strut is taking place on Saturday, October 3. Katie and I are participating, but in a shocking development, The Tim has decided he will join us! Go figure. 

I set a fundraising goal of $800, which frankly I thought would be a reach for us, but I wanted to try and do as much as I could. Well, so many people responded so generously when I posted on Instagram and Facebook, that with those donations, some of which were matched by local places, we've already gone past our $800! I am so excited about this, and am truly grateful that people have donated anything at all (you know who you are! 💕). Now we are actually not too far away from $1000, which blows my mind. 

So if for some reason, you feel the need to part with some money by donating to a non-profit animal welfare organization that is likely not even in your town, here is the link to our fundraising page:


No pressure, but any amount would be so appreciated! And to tug at your heartstrings, here are some examples of the kinds of sweethearts you would be helping. These are some friends from my volunteer gig, so they are all kitties - but PAWS helps all kinds of animals. 

Bob (2 months old)

Skeeter (3 months old)


Mesquite (2.5 months old)

Thanks for even considering helping us out. I'm sure Katie will enjoy herself, though whether or not she will walk well on the leash around all of the other pups remains to be seen. 🤣

*****

A couple of weeks ago, I *thought* I'd finally finished the body of the tee I have been knitting all summer. I had tried it on in progress a few weeks before, and realized that I would need to knit it a bit longer than the pattern said. I was glad to know that, instead of thinking I was close to finishing and then finding out I wasn't. So I continued knitting, and then added the bottom ribbing and did an Italian bind off as the pattern instructed. 

Only to try it on and have it still be too short for my liking. Ugh. So, as mentioned in a previous blog post, I unpicked the bind off so that I could knit it even longer than I had originally planned to do.

But when that was finally done and the stitches were back on the needles, I just didn't have it in me to knit that particular item any more. Even though I wasn't finished, I was done. So, I wrote the notes I needed on the pattern, regarding where I was leaving things, put it all back in the project bag, and put it away for some other time, who knows, maybe even as long as next spring! And I have to say, I didn't feel bad about it. If nothing else, I told myself that next year, I'll have very little left to do and I'll have a new tee to wear at the beginning of the season. 

So that's that project "hibernating" as they say on Ravelry.

I think I know what my big project for fall and winter will be this year, but I haven't actually done anything serious about it yet, so that's still to come.

But I did start another pair of socks.


In this photo, you can see one completed cuff, and cuff just started. Well, both are now complete, and I am nearly through the leg on one of the socks. But getting there was another story.

First time around, I started knitting a texture pattern with a color coordinated yarn. I knit almost to the heel flap before deciding I didn't like the yarn color combo, and the pattern. So, rip, rip, rip!

Second time, I used a different color coordinated yarn, and a simple waffle pattern. Again, I got nearly to the heel flap, and decided that nope, that wasn't working for me either. 

Fortunately, third time was really and truly the charm. Using the yarn from the second attempt, and doing a simple 3 x 1 rib, I was FINALLY happy with how it was all looking! Which is good, because I'm zooming along on the project, but I'm kind of annoyed with myself, for not taking the simple approach to start - I mean, until recently, 99% of the time, I was either doing just a ribbed sock or a plain sock. Truly an example of live and learn, right? 

And that, my friends, is all the news from here. I hope you are all doing well, and not tying yourselves up in knots with "dumb knitting" (which is what I feel like mine has been lately). 

Here's hoping that I'm back sooner rather than later. I really want to be! Take care in the meantime.

31 August 2026

The End of August

Here we are on the last day of August, and at least here in Philadelphia, it's hot, humid, sometimes sunny, sometimes overcast, and frankly I'm done with it. I mean, I was done with it at the beginning of August, and we had some nice days, but I still live in the past weather-wise, where towards the end of August, really hot days were not that common. 

Also, it's Monday. I've gotten some things done, and The Tim is at work, but everyone else is quite loungey. 


Katie came home from the dog park and was exhausted.


Esme and Alfie are still enjoying this Chewy box from about 2 months ago ...


Milo the Koodle was feeling cute - which means he wants you to try to scratch his belly so he can maul you. Today I did not fall for this ruse!

*****

So here's a bit of a summer summary (as opposed to a summer summery) for you. I know there are still a few weeks of the season left, but I'm one of those people who see September 1st as the time to close out some summertime activities.

Plan 1 for the summer: 

Knit a tee and a tank.
Knit several pairs of socks.
Finish summer cross-stitch.

Actually accomplished:

Knit one pair of socks. 

Worked on summer cross-stitch once, got quite a bit done, never picked it up again.

I am still knitting a tee. I thought I was nearly finished, after knitting the neckline yesterday, and getting ready to do the sleeves. Tried it on, and in spite of what my measurements told me, it was not long enough for me. I know a lot of people look good in cropped tops. I just like to feel like when I sit down, my top will still cover my back down to my butt. So this morning I started picking out the bottom hem, which is especially fun, since it is an Italian bind off. I know you're feeling jealous right now. At least when I have the new length knit, only two short sleeves will be left to do. I originally wanted to have this finished by today, but last week I did not knit a single stitch so everything that's left won't be happening today, LOL!

Plan 2 for the summer:

Clean up the garden, and plan for planter/plants in front of house.
Call landscaping service to trim trees and bushes.
Buy some new/additional furniture for the garden.
Sit outside as much as possible.
Barbecue and/or eat outside once we have a table.

Actually accomplished:

I did clean up the garden, and was able to keep it in good shape. I found the perfect planter that I wanted, but could not afford it, and then of course nothing else appealed. I've told myself that next year, I will definitely decide on something, rather than have nothing.

I called the landscaping service, and they were booked at the time, so I said I'd follow up. Forgot all about it until last week, but I did call, and we are currently waiting for an estimate.

Bought no new or additional furniture for the garden, for the same reason I did not buy a planter; went to look to see what might be on sale last weekend, and every place was pretty wiped out. So much like with the planter, I will try again next year and try to be less finicky.

I did sit outside a lot, with Alfie at first and then with Alfie and Katie. We were fortunate to have a lot of nice days, or at least nice mornings, when we would be out there for an hour or so. Of course there were long stretches when it was unbearable to even think about being outside, but this is one thing I really felt I accomplished like I'd hoped.

We never got a table for outside, so never ate a meal out there. 

So as you can see, it was not all that I'd planned or hoped, but since I'm only responsible to myself, it's really OK. Do I wish that more had been accomplished? Sure. But it wasn't so I'm just adjusting things and moving along.

*****

You may recall that Patrick, my niece Amanda's husband, was diagnosed with Acute Lymphatic Leukemia right before last Christmas. He has been receiving intensive treatment, and at the beginning of July he had a successful bone marrow transplant. Last Friday, he was able to ring the bell to signify that it was all successful and he is now considered healthy again! All of us are so incredibly happy and relieved that he has done so well, and that he and Amanda can get back to their regular lives. I wanted to thank those of you who said they would keep good thoughts and/or say prayers for him - they made a difference! 💗 Since they live in Baltimore, he had care at Johns Hopkins University Hospital, so he was extremely fortunate to be in a place where they could provide the latest in treatment. 

Now I would like to ask you to keep my brother-in-law Patrick (Amanda's father) in your thoughts and prayers, since he is also dealing with a health journey that is very unlikely to end with a cure. But we are all hoping he can get to the point where he can enjoy whatever time is left to him. So if you would keep him and my sister in mind, that would be wonderful.

And on that happy/sad/hopeful note, I'll finish this post. I hope your August was as good as it could possibly be. I have a couple of small things to finish doing this afternoon, and then it will be time to sit down and get back to picking out that hem! 😡

I'm telling myself that it will build character ... but I've also decided that character is overrated ... 😏

See you next month!

26 August 2026

My Life in Dogs

Today is International Dog Day. I couldn't let it pass without mentioning the dogs that have made my life better and my heart fuller.

Before I ever had a dog of my own, I would hear stories about the dog my mother grew up with, a black Chow-Chow named Pete. Like most dogs in other people's stories, he sounded perfect, smart, cuddly, and irreplaceable. You know, like all dogs ever. ❤️

And then there was Whiskey, a wire-haired fox terrier that was on the scene before I was born. I really don't remember if he was my parents' dog when they were first married, or when my sisters were kids. But apparently he had quite a personality! 

The first dog I remember is Herman, a beagle/bassett hound mix that my father found by his workplace (a common theme for a lot of our pets) when we lived in Chicago. I remember being so excited to have a dog! His favorite person was my middle sister, Mary Ellen, who thought he was OK, but wasn't as crazy about him as he was about her, LOL.

In second grade, someone my dad worked with was giving away a dog for who knows what reason, so of course my dad brought him home. (Side note: my dad was as animal crazy as I am - I get it honestly!) That was Bud (Sir Budweiser Carlton III to the AKC), a black cocker spaniel. I remember pictures of me dressed for my first communion on our front porch, posing with Bud. ❤️

Next up was Toby, a Standard Poodle/Airedale mix puppy that my mother got from a friend whose dog had puppies. Toby, God bless him, let me dress him up, teach him some tricks, hug and kiss him to within an inch of his life, and probably never had a moment left alone if I was home. 🙂 He was stolen from our back yard.

He was the last pup that was part of the family while I was still at home. I had other dogs I adored, and would take care of for friends and neighbors over the years (;ong-time readers probably remember Doughoy!), but the next dog who was part of our family was this one:


Dug the Doodle Dog! ❤️❤️❤️

Followed a few years later by Hamlet, the Retired Seeing Eye Dog ❤️❤️❤️:


It wasn't until earlier this year we adopted our Angus Podgorny ❤️❤️❤️💔:


And then most recently, the ridiculous Miss Katie Potatey❤️❤️❤️:


I will admit that my first love has always been cats - maybe because no matter what else was happening, or where we lived, we always had a cat. And we've also had birds, fish, turtles - whatever I could talk my parents or The Tim into. I am still, at my age, wishing for more animals in my life!

But dogs are different, as you know if you've had one. It's a different relationship than with other animals - just as all relationships are different with any creature. For the most part, I would say that at least the dogs I've had are willing to put up with a lot more active attention than anyone else. Heck, even The Tim wants to be left alone more often than not! 🤣

So thank you to every dog, past and present, that I've ever even come across, for letting me love you, and for giving some of it back, even if I've just been able to pet you in passing. 

And to my own dogs, past and present - I love you more than my own life and always will. ❤️. If you have a dog or other friend in your life, remember to hug them and thank them. I would bet they will love you right back.

21 August 2026

Double Dad Day and Hang Them In the Louvre!

Happy Friday! I can hardly believe how nice it is today. Here we are at about 10 am here in Philadelphia, and the temperature is currently 69 degrees Fahrenheit. Perfection. It's so nice to have the windows open, and to sit outside in the garden without feeling like you're roasting. 

Today is also a bunch of heavenly birthdays in our house. Our cat Tess, our calico, had a birthday on August 21. This is largely because we decided since it was already a special day, we'd give her this day to celebrate.

Because it's Double Dad Day - both of our fathers had birthdays on this day, isn't that a funny coincidence? My dad would be 110 years old, and I think The Tim's dad would be 93 years old. I hope there are a lot of celebrations happening in the beyond, and that everyone is enjoying them.

💖💖💖

This morning, sitting in the garden with Alfie and Katie, I took these two photos:

As you can see, Katie takes Squirrel Patrol very seriously.

This one amuses me because they are looking in opposite directions. 

I sent them to my friend Lisa, who is in love with our animals, and she texted back "OMG it's a series - hang them in the Louvre!" 

I told her that I wouldn't even consider it, because I know they would be stolen. 🤣🤣

Right now, we're all back inside, where Alfie is curled up in an old Chewy box with Esme - they established residency there about a month ago, so until they move on to whatever is next, we wouldn't dare recycle that box!

Katie and I are headed to the dog park for a game of fetch. She is obsessed with two things: squirrels and playing fetch. When we go to the dog park, she doesn't mind the other dogs, but she is there to RETRIEVE THE BALL. We usually stay for 20 minutes to half and hour, and then she is a happy girl for the rest of the day. We don't go every day - though if the weather agrees, The Tim takes her there on both days of the weekend. Which of course is another reason he is The Favorite.

Other than that, no big plans for today. I've decided to stop at the seafood market up the street to see if they have any nice-looking bay scallops for dinner tonight. I saw an easy but yummy-sounding recipe to try, and didn't have anything else in mind. I like going there, because you can get the amount that you want to get, instead of having to buy more than you need at any given time. I'll let you know if I try the recipe and how it turns out.

The weekend plan is to go to IKEA to find new living room rugs. We sent our nice rug to be thoroughly cleaned about a year ago, and then wrapped for storage until such time as Milo the Koodle departs this mortal coil, since it is his most fave place to pee. In the meantime, we have been buying medium-sized area rugs at IKEA that are under $100 and usually last us a couple of years (well, OK, others would probably replace them sooner, but anyway ...) If the weather is going to stay nice, I'll probably sweep and clean the garden one day, since there are lots of sticks and leaves and other pieces of nature that are making a mess, and getting trailed in and out of the house.

And that's the excitement here. I hope you have a wonderful weekend, and feel free to join us tonight in toasting Tess the kitty, and Double Dad Day!

14 August 2026

Furball Friday - Confused Cats Edition

When we had Dug, he would happily sleep in his crate, or even just go there if he needed a break from everything (unless a cat was already sleeping there).  Hamlet had never been kept in a crate, so we didn't even set it up for him.

When we got Angus, the crate we had was WAY too big for him, so we ordered a soft-sided crate, which is much more manageable and frankly nicer-looking. I mean, it lives in the bedroom so it's not something most people see, but it's still a nice one. Angus didn't always necessarily want to go in if we were heading out someplace, but if you put a treat in there, he'd go. And he knew it was where he would sleep at night.

Katie was allegedly crate trained, but in reality ... not so much. The first few nights we had her, she would let us put her there to sleep. During my first volunteer shift, I put her in there with a peanut butter bar doggie treat, as I used to do with Angus, and figured that for the couple of hours I was gone, it would be fine. This way, since we weren't sure how she would be when she was alone with the cats, we didn't have to worry.

So imagine my surprise when I came home and Katie greeted me at the door! Upon inspection, it was clear she had clawed her way through the mesh and got out through the hole she made!


OK, we get it, you don't want to be in the crate. 🙄

We kept it up though, becasue sometimes at night, she would go in to lie down at least for some of the time.

The cats however - who think that every single item in the house is first and foremost theirs - have no problem taking possession of dog items. 


Please note what this bed says, and the animals it depicts. Milo thinks it's very comfy in any case. 


Esme thinks the crate is extremely comfortable, sans dog.


So does Alfie.

Oh well ... I guess it's good that someone is using these things?

Have a comfortable weekend!