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High-spirited Boston society girl Rose Malloy has given her heart to no one. One day, one glance, one man changes all that. Climbing the rigging of the ship he’s building, and looking like a modern-day pirate, Finn Bennet spies the dark-haired beauty and pursues her.
The title of this post is what it is because I willingly bought tickets for Shen Yun based entirely on assumptions that turned out to be entirely false. Maybe you have these same assumptions. I had seen the advertisements, posters, and TV commercials for years, and wanted to take my kids. Shen Yun appears to be a well-crafted production showcasing the art of Chinese dance and, because of the dancers’ poses in the adverts, you may expect some acrobatics as well. Finally, I decided to take my now 18-year-old son and my 21-year-old daughter. First, we went for sushi (excellent and inexpensive at Fin’s on Boylston Street), and then a brisk, frigid dash to the Wang.
Yesterday, the dog was circling something near the tire swing. Well, I’m used to the geese and ducks and turtles and frogs. This was clearly not any of those. From far away, it looked sort of cute and furry. I thought, Awww, a baby beaver. I often see the little brown heads swimming around in the pond and there are definitely beaver dams, at least two.
So I approached. The critter was still looking cute, until I saw the tail. The long, fear-inducing, snaky tail. Isn’t that a . . … Continue reading →
Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all had a wonderful day with family and friends. I started my Thanksgiving with dessert — baking them, that is. I like to put on a little music and bake. Now cake calls for happy music, and I’m not too embarrassed to let you know that I baked a superb chocolate cake and made the creamiest of chocolate frostings while listening to the likes of Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA.” Cakes are easy, happy desserts. Pie, on the other hand, calls for absolute silence, at least while I make the crust. Crust is, for me, challenging at the best of times, but gluten-free pie crust (as necessitated by my significant other) is a whole different ballgame.
Until the cat passed away, the dog was more her dog than mine.
When he arrived, Chloe was old, about 18 years old. He was a young pup, about 10 months of age. After he got off a three-day transport from down south, Perry came into a home that had four cats. Two scattered like leaves in the wind, practically living upstairs dog-free for a year before becoming brave enough to be in the same room as the dreaded canine; one (the Maine coon) ignored the dog completely, and the feeling was mutual — I don’t remember them ever interacting or even looking at each other. And then, there was Chloe, a sleek quarter Siamese cat who was, at least to me, refined, wise, loyal, and … Continue reading →
Yes, I know this is an apple tree. That’s not the mystery object though they are a little mysterious in that the tree used to have only small green crabapples and now has decided to go whole hog this year and become a fully fledged, actual apple tree. I even made apple sauce out of a few of the big juicy ones to try them. Delicious!
They are rather like Macouns or Cortlands, but I am calling them simply “those darn apples.” Because now the whole ground is littered with them. I can’t stand waste, but who can eat that many? I put a bag in my pantry a week ago. Those apples are still waiting to be peeled and turned into pie. … Continue reading →
Happy Tuesday! I simply feel like sharing this photo of my cat when she was younger. So here it is:
I don’t think the Buddha minded at all. In fact, Sabby, the cat, has grown quite a similar belly to the revered enlightened one since this image was taken. 🙂 I wonder if rubbing Buddha’s head had anything to do with it.
“Well worth waiting for.” That’s what I think each morning when I go out in my backyard in the springtime and see the abundance of wildlife that has hatched or bloomed. While I have been too soft-hearted to snag a tulip (can’t decide which one to kill and bring inside), today, I did break off a small piece of my recovering lilac bush — recovering because last year it was covered in a wild vine that chokes whatever plants it grabs hold of. With the vines removed last summer, the lilacs had a chance to bounce back … Continue reading →