At the express check-out line at Whole Foods this morning I was greeted by the cashier who often checks me out weekly, so to speak. He’s always very jovial, not just to me but everyone, but he said something that startled me!
“You are a great lover.”
What did he just say?! I immediately blushed and said nervously laughing, “What do you mean I’m a great lover!”
Continue reading “Forbidden Fruit on Friday the 13th”
After five glorious days of watching the babies poke their heads out of the burrow with mom pushing them back down, seeing the babies standing up at the top of the burrow and playing what looked like patty-cake with each other (my degus do that, too!), and exploring places not too far from mom, they have left home! I thought they would be around much longer, at least a week or two. The babies will now have to find an abandoned burrow or dig a new one while avoiding predators including humans, stock their burrow with enough food for the winter by the end of October when they will go into torpor until they re-emerge in April or May, all without any training whatsoever. Instinct is truly awe-inspiring, and the life of a chipmunk continues to fascinate me.
Unlike any other chipmunk I’ve know or read about, and going against all instinct, there was a chipmunk eating seeds on our deck instead of stuffing his cheeks and bringing them back to his burrow to store for the coming winter. People wonder how I know the gender of a chipmunk. It’s always been a guess and this one was a give-away: Ricky, as I named him, would gladly eat what I served him but then always left the shells behind so that I had clean up his mess. “Typical man!” friends would say when I shared the latest chipmunk news. (It warms my heart that people ask and take an active interest in their antics. If they don’t ask I tell them anyway.)
In reality I had no idea what was actually in store for the future. Ricky was not all what he seemed to be, and neither was Tailor, the chipmunk living in our side yard with a black “ring” around her tail and named after Elizabeth Taylor who loved and kept many chipmunks as pets and had a famous fondness for jewelry.
Continue reading “The Improvident Chipmunk’s Shocking Secret”
Minutes ago a mosquito followed me into my house and then into my home office. I have been trying to get away from it since it bit me in the neck when I sat down at my desk, at which point I looked in the mirror to see how bad the bite was. Besides its sneaky snack attack it had followed me around the house and in the mirror I could see it was flying up and down around the rest of my neck. Rather than smacking myself while trying to send it onward to its next spiritual station I ran back into my office. Hopefully I’m good for now.
Ever since I wrote my post about it not making economic sense for me to work on a follow-up retro diet book when I admitted to myself (and all of you!) that it would be cost-prohibitive, I’ve been enjoying a sense of relief. I appreciate those of you who commented or emailed to let me know you’d be interested in a fee-based subscription newsletter!
Continue reading “Mosquitoes and the Magic of Summer”
Early in July I finally found a charming weathered hand-painted concrete set of the Seven Dwarfs at an antique & collectible shop in Cornish for $45 that costs around $900 new when painted. Those who have been following my blog for a while know I adore vintage kitschy garden statues of animals and gnomes. Since it’s not unusual for people to call me “Snow White” when I tell them about my yard pets I wanted to complete the cast of characters. I also figured they would make terrific props for chipmunk photo sessions. Tailor, however, did not agree! Check out the little linked video for her reaction. A couple of days later, she disappeared!
Continue reading “Garden Update: Chipmunks, Fairy Tale Eggplant & The Seven Dwarfs”
With Wayne being a Baby Boomer and me, GenX, retirement is something for which our budget revolves around. When Wayne starts collecting social security it likely will be funded at 100%. For my generation? Not likely! Saving for us isn’t just a way of life but as old age approaches, a necessity.
In the examples below you’ll see how Yankee Thrift is the way to a richer life for us. It’s about making smart purchases without the purpose of showboating. In other words it’s not about buying something because it’s on trend, or you need the latest model, or to feed an insecure desire to impress. It’s about quality and self-reliance with the smarts to know when you need to secure the services of a professional or invest in a big expenditure. We save where we can and spend more on where it counts. You’ll see how in each example we’re cutting back but it’s not a sacrifice:
Continue reading “The Good Life: Yankee Thrift in Action”
I haven’t seen my dear little Buster in over a week, and Sunny hasn’t been by since last month. I did see a fox run into the woods near Buster’s burrow a few days ago. I also heard a hawk in the woods later that day. Maybe it was the same hawk that dive-bombed my neighbor’s bird-seed party, the attendants of which were numerous songbirds and the chipmunk that lives in her front yard.
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It’s been a spectacular Father’s Day weekend! My father came up Friday and left early this morning. We went out to brunch at Inn By the Sea yesterday and then took him out to a steak dinner last night. We thought the first day of outside seaside services at St. Ann’s was going to get rained out but the weather pattern changed at the last hour! It was a beautiful albeit chilly service after which we went to the Franciscan monastery in Kennebunk to witness the beauty of the Rhododendrons in bloom. It was like a fairyland!
Continue reading “St. Anthony’s Franciscan Monastery is in Bloom!”
“There is no end to the coquetry of a New England spring.”
New England Bygones, Ellen Rollins, 1883
Continue reading “Lilacs”
This past weekend while heading back home from an errand on a heavily traveled road that’s even more so now that the summer people are here I had a chance meeting with a large snapping turtle. Traffic had stopped and I saw a man carrying a large turtle from the road and onto someone’s yard. Bless him! He could have been deeply scratched by the nails on the back paws, but he seemed to know how to safely carry her. However, as traffic began to move I saw the turtle heading back towards the road! I pulled over into the shoulder and called the local police department to request that animal control help relocate the turtle safely. They said they would send someone over right away and that it would be good if I stayed to try and keep the turtle out of the road and direct the officer to her location when they arrived.
Continue reading “A Snapping Turtle and a Crabby Woman”