Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Tap Lessons

Fall asleep wherever.  Even if your face gets smooshed.

If you're outside on a breezy day, sit down facing the wind and let it blow your little ears back. 

Never use your bed to actually sleep.  It's basically just a frame for Cuteness.

No matter how many times someone says, "It's only rain," refuse to go outside.  Lie down and do.  not.  move.  All eight and a half of your pounds can provide surprising resistance.

Trust your big brother to watch over you when you nap.

 When you are your very most tired, RUN AROUND THE HOUSE, chew on anything you can --- furniture included --- try to play with your brother and sisters, take your mom to almost the end of her rope, and then crash.  Do this all day every day.

When nothing else is working, use This Face.

Monday, October 15, 2018

#Chewy Influencer, October --- My Eyes Were Bigger Than His Stomach

These "maze" bowls are supposed to keep pets from eating and/or drinking too quickly.  Tap, as you can see by how blurry his head is in the photo, sometimes eats too quickly.  When one of my choices for products to try at home this month was one of those puzzle bowls, it seemed like an excellent opportunity to try one out.

I maintain that I read all the product description more than once, and thought I had requested a "small" bowl.  Obviously, I did not.  This is as big as he is.  Therefore, I can't really provide a review, as he could not use it.


I am allowed by to request products for an in-home trial each month.  No money is exchanged.  Only my honest reviews are required.

Saturday, October 13, 2018


Mark L. Goldstein, beloved husband, father, and leader of the Lehigh Valley Jewish community passed away on October 11, 2018, after living with cancer for an extended time. He was 60 years old.
Mark served as the executive director of the Jewish Federation of the Lehigh Valley for the past 16 years.  
The son of a Holocaust survivor, Mark committed his entire professional career to Jewish communal service and his life to Jewish causes. At 6-foot-3, he acted as both a literal and figurative pillar in the Jewish community and was an inspiration to all who knew him.
Mark is survived by his wife of 34 years, Shari Spark; his beloved children, daughter Carlyn Piasecki, and her husband Jason, and son Ezra.
Contributions: In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Jewish Federation of the Lehigh Valley or the Lehigh Valley Health Network Cancer Institute.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018


This is not the post I set out to write today.

My best friend's husband has gone into inpatient hospice care as of this afternoon.  He had been receiving cancer treatments up through last week, and Shari had hoped to take him home today, but he's too weak.  Also, the hospice staff said she and their children simply wouldn't be able to take care of him there.

She sounds exhausted.  And stressed.  And worried and scared and angry.  Both of their children are home, and it sounds like lots of co-workers and friends are around as well.  She sounds relieved to have help, and grateful for their concern, but tired of having to be social and brave.

If you've been here long enough, you remember the trip I took to Pennsylvania a few years ago to see Barry Gibb.  (And meet Bridget.)  That was Shari.  Her husband bought the tickets for the two of us.

She and I have been best friends since 7th grade.  Mark has been her only love.  You don't need to leave comments here, necessarily, but I would ask you to think about them.  She's seen me through an awful lot, and she deserves peace of mind and peace of heart just on principle.  Thanks.

Saturday, October 6, 2018

Raining and Pouring

Just to get it out of the way, allow me to say I am more disappointed with the state of politics in this country right now than I have ever been.  Disappointed to tears. It's despicable.


Last night, I managed to crack one of the arms of my glasses, which necessitated an emergency eye exam and new glasses purchase today.  I got the absolute cheapest frames, but my final total was still in three digits.  It's my lenses.  I am desperately near-sighted but also need progressive lenses.  I did opt for a 2-for-one-price deal, as my sight is so bad, if I misplace my glasses, I need to wear glasses to look for them.

Tap and I have enrolled in a training/obedience glass.  It starts a week from tomorrow.  He's very mouthy (as in chewing on furniture).  He's yappy and nippy, too.  The vet said that getting him out, getting him used to socializing, will help that.  I took him to Petsmart yesterday, just to walk him around in a new place, with lots of people and several other dogs.  He did really, really well.  He did snap at one person who sort of charged up to him and tried to pat his head.  Other than that, it couldn't have gone better.

Thursday, October 4, 2018


As different as my children and I am from one another, our tastes do line up on occasion.  Hannah and I are thoroughly (and some say, disturbingly) fascinated with serial killers and murder.  As such, The Silence of the Lambs, both book and movie, were right up our alley.  She told me some time ago that I would really enjoy the TV show, "Hannibal," and even convinced Briton (who is decidedly NOT interested in our ghoulish pursuits) to watch it.

Now, Briton and I relish good acting.  We adore the not-in-the-spotlight actors and secondary characters in pieces.  We can, almost without fail, pick out which performances the other will truly appreciate when watching a movie or a TV show.  So when Hannah got him to watch "Hannibal," he lasered in on the performance of Hugh Dancy.  Well, I'm watching now, and, yes, Dancy is astounding.

So, watch it if you'd like.  It's on Amazon Prime.

And my second recommendation is "Godless" on Netflix.  Beautiful to look at, with lots of great performances, including by the woman who got me to the show, Merritt Wever.

Tuesday, October 2, 2018


Rupert Harris Dean

Tap He-doesn't-really-have-a-middle-name-yet-but-I-like-"Tommy Tune"-for-the-irony Dean

Monday, October 1, 2018

About Time

The weather isn't saying much about it, but the speed with which it is starting to get dark here says that Fall is nigh.  Thank goodness.

Sunday, September 30, 2018


A quiet day here.  Not because Erin made that much noise, just dealing with one of this house's heartbeats being gone.

It turns out that the Jimmy Beans set talked about in the last post wasn't from them.  Well, it was from them, but it wasn't my subscription package.  It was from the truly beautiful and remarkable Camille, to be used as a Knitters' Hunk or Knitters' Chick prize.  (Honestly, if you've received some killer goodies from the contests, they've likely come from her.)  I'll set it aside until at least February, when we have KH and KC Classic.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Tough Night

Earlier tonight, I had to have my 19-year-old girl Erin put down.
She'd been deteriorating for a bit  --- wasn't eating much or grooming.  She was not the chubby girl in the picture.  When she came down to eat tonight, she sort of collapsed, and I knew it was time.  I gave her a good massage with the grooming glove, which she always liked, then took her to the emergency vet.  They were very kind.

She was always the odd cat out around here.  She preferred to be by herself, save for when our lovely Zen was alive.  Those two were sort of locked together.  Erin did not like to be picked up.  She was the chattiest cat I've ever had, often talking up a storm from other rooms, or from down the hall.  I never figured that out at all.  She wouldn't just hang out with us --- it was weird to see her come into the den for any length of time.  She was her own piece of work.  It was hard to say goodbye.

Friday, September 28, 2018


Tap has shown not even a tiny bit of residual ouchiness in his leg.  One of his favorite things to do is romp in our side yard, where the grass is thicker and there are bugs and birds to chase and shade to rest in.  I've begun using time there as a "reward" for him taking care of his bathroom business when I take him out.  And he CHARGES over to and around there. No limp, no hitch. . .  I should get a video of him tearing around.  

I belong to Jimmy Beans' monthly subscription service, and looked what they sent this time:
Ten mini-skeins of Koigu and a book with 13 patterns you could use them for.  I was flabbergasted.

I've got tired fingers and a sore throat from writing and calling Senators' offices almost non-stop lately.  We don't need to get all political, I just hope that wherever you are, whatever you believe in, you fight for it.  I hope that you get involved.

All that said, thank goodness we have knitting to ease our stresses.

Tap Lessons

Fall asleep wherever.  Even if your face gets smooshed. If you're outside on a breezy day, sit down facing the wind and let it bl...