Let’s Have Fun

Without going into too much detail about my job, which I refuse to do here, I will tell you that I often deal with bits and pieces of text. Some of those pieces, specifically those that spell (or nearly spell) offensive terms, are problematic. Thus we can be embarASSEd by FUChsia, and such words cause us endless difficulties. One of my coworkers jokingly suggested that we remove all combinations of “F” and “U” just to be safe, and one of the higher-ups replied, “But without ‘FU’ we wouldn’t have any fun!”

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Language Love

It amazes me, given the shortage of readers on this site, how much comment spam I get. I like spam, though. It’s interesting. I may be the only person to think so. It’s because of my deep admiration for the English language. You have to love a language that will borrow a word from anyone anywhere and use it for its own purposes. Thus did Spam (the food) become spam (the unwanted e-mail or blog comment).

Now the spam itself is a source for fascinating words, everything from unpronounceable chemical compounds, to names of African tribes, to Dutch units of measurement. Every spam is like a treasure trove. I am half tempted to let it through, just so I can have such words on my blog.

Half tempted is not wholly tempted, of course, so I’ll continue to can the spam (ha-ha), but I will also continue to look for ways to bring interesting words to this blog.

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Five-State Fun

I am so far behind on blogging! The events referred to in this post actually occurred last month, but I want to remember them and so I will tell you about them, even though they are already starting to feel like ancient history.

The company I work for doesn’t allow us to carry over vacation days from year to year. I goofed up this year and I found myself with three soon-to-expire days. My boss said “use ’em or lose ’em,” so I used them. Faithful Reader and I made some hasty plans, then loaded up the car and headed north for a quickie vacation.

I call it “five-state fun” because we started in Rhode Island, traveled through Massachusetts, stayed in New Hampshire, took a side trip to Vermont, and stopped briefly in Maine on the way back. Our primary destination was Lake Sunapee. After a wonderful vacation on Keuka Lake, I felt a yearning to find a vacation destination a little closer to home. Sunapee is big enough to show on the map, but not so big as to be completely overrun with tourists. At least it didn’t seem overrun to me. It was quiet and beautiful.

We stayed two nights at a place called the Twin Doors, our first American B&B. The building was once a duplex and when the owners remodeled it they left the two doors in place, hence the name.  They did a nice job with the renovations. The rooms were attractive, clean, and well-furnished. They served us a scrummy breakfast in the morning, as well as snacks and coffee in the afternoon and evening. The level of service was so good as to be almost annoying. We don’t live nearly so well at home.

While in the Sunapee area, we had dinner at a restaurant on the harbor, walked along the sides of the lake to check out the cottages, and we also went to a place called the Fells. The Fells is an old estate which is now run as a sort of museum. The house itself was closed that day, but we enjoyed the nature trail that runs through the woods and along the lake. They also have a great rock garden.

The Fells

There is a frog pond in the garden. I spent some time photographing the frogs (time which I later commemorated by buying a little wicker box with a wooden frog on top). I tried to get the perfect frog picture, but once I got home and looked at the photos, the best turned out to be one of Faithful Reader’s shots. Here it is.

Frog at the Fells

The whole Sunapee area seemed pleasant and we dreamed for days of buying our own lakeside cottage (that is, until we crazily put a deposit on an ordinary house located nowhere near a beautiful lake).

We also took a side trip to the Long Trail brewery in Vermont, which is located right next to a river. We had an excellent lunch while sitting outside on the deck, listening to the river and sampling Long Trail’s many wonderful beers. After that we checked out the Native American flute store just down the road. The guy who makes the flutes is very friendly and he makes good flutes, but he also wants good money for them, and we are (alas) too cheap. We returned to the B&B with exactly 1 case of beer and 0 flutes.

We toyed with the idea of staying one extra night, but when we arose on our last day there, the clouds were looming. First, we decided to head home but then the weather got better, so we decided to check out Lake Winnipesaukee, but then we decided to head for Mt. Washington. At the end of the Kancamagus Highway, about halfway to Mt. Washington, we realized it was getting awfully late, thanks in part to the several stops we made, including a hike to the Sabbaday Falls.

Sabbaday Falls

We thought it was probably too late to see the mountain that day, so we changed our plans yet again. I decided I could live without Mt. Washington if I could cross a state off my Bucket List, and there was Maine just a tiny distance away, a state I had never been to before.

My parents went to college in Maine and lived there, I believe, until just before I was born. That made Maine special to me in some sort of vague way, and yet I had never been there. Faithful Reader picked Kittery as our destination. We went, we shopped, we ate.

And then we went home to discover that the cats, once again, had not missed us a bit.

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Too Pooped to Peep

Peeps had her ovaries chopped out yesterday. I would feel bad about it except that she doesn’t seem the least bit traumatized. In fact, she’s been a water-splashing, mattress-shredding, nonstop-play nuisance since. What did they give her as a pain killer, PCP?

We were worried that she might play too rough and open her stitches, so we took her into the bedroom with us for the night. But she wouldn’t let us sleep. We finally had to kick her out. I had horrible visions of finding her in the morning, spread-eagle on the floor, all bloody and guts hanging out. Yeah, I was worried. I barely slept a wink.

She’s fine, of course, and sleeping at last. Me, I’m too pooped to peep!

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Mystery Twofer

I offer you a Mystery Twofer.

First, Mystery Flower #6.

Myster Flower #6

I found this flower growing alongside the walking path in a sunny area. It has a sickeningly sweet smell, as I recall, and is very popular with the insects. This picture was taken in June.

Enter Mystery Thing #4.

Mystery Thing #4

I hate to be repetitive by using more mystery caterpillars, but they’re so darned cute. These ones have black, yellow, and white spikes—a crazy “hairdo” that looks like it was done by a gel-happy kid. These greedy little things have barely left themselves any leaf to walk on. Unless I’m mistaken, that leaf was from the same type of plant as the Mystery Flower above (hint, hint). This picture was taken in August.

Can you guess the identities of this flower and caterpillar combo?

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The Battle for the Gold

What is this? Can it be a free moment of time? A moment to spend frivolously on anything I please?

It does appear to be one.

Are our Olympics over? Hardly. We didn’t think the 3-Month Wedding Planning event was challenging enough, so we added another event—Olympic House-Buying!

I earned this moment of free time by winning the prequalifying race. I set a new world’s record for assembling stacks of paperwork. ‘Tis but a short respite, though. Tomorrow I meet the Mortgage Man in the battle for the gold.

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Vacation’s End

As you know, the highlight of my first day of vacation was the Untamed Glen, on the second day it was Niagara Falls and on the third day it was the Corning Museum of Glass. That accounts for the 14th, 15th, and 16th of July. What happened after that?

I believe the 17th and 18th were spent mostly relaxing. One thing I remember doing is hunting for crayfish along the shore of the lake. Crayfish like to hide under rocks. When you first lift up the rock, you can’t see anything because of the swirling water, but if you’re patient and wait for the dirt to settle, more often than not there will be a crayfish sitting there. They’re not going to move right away because they think you can’t see them. Their camouflage is excellent, but once you learn to recognize the shape, they almost stand out. It’s fun to catch them and it does them no harm. That is, unless your brother plans to use them as bait (as mine did). Poor things!

Faithful Reader bought us each a set of snorkeling equipment. I used to snorkel when I was a kid, but I had lost the knack. When I tried to breathe through the new snorkel with my head under water, I panicked. It took me a while to get past that feeling of not being able to breathe. Once I did, it was a lot of fun. I am not a strong swimmer and I was pleased to find that the snorkel and fins took all the work out of swimming. I could have swum all day.

On another positive note, it was Faithful Reader’s interest in snorkeling that helped convinced the elder of my two nephew to learn how to swim. By the time we left the cottage, the younger one had started to learn, too. Good for them!

We left the cottage Saturday morning (the 19th). It was time for the rest of my family to go home. For Faithful Reader and me, it was time to begin our vacation extension. We headed for Watkins Glen.

Watkins Glen is a tamed glen, but it is worth the effort because the scale is so much more commanding than that of our own little untamed glen. There are some real waterfalls, at least one of which you can walk behind.

Watkins Glen

It is amazing how the river has cut through the layers of rock over the ages.

Watkins Glen 2

Along the way, I thoroughly exercised my soul, taking pictures of everything that caught my interest. I will share more of them later.

It’s a difficult walk to get to the top of Watkins Glen. There are many stairs, including a group of them near the top that is known as Jacob’s Ladder. My parents had led me to believe there would be roughly 150 steps in Jacob’s Ladder. It was a hard climb, but I don’t think there were quite that many! The gift shop was a disappointment. I remember being able to find interesting things there when I was a kid, but I guess I was easier to please back then. I still have a cedar box that I bought there all those years ago. The scent of cedar still wafts out when I open the box, which is currently holding a deck of Tarot cards.

We had planned to go to the wine festival, too, but it was too late so we had to fill our day with other things, such as Taughannock Falls. We saw the falls from the overlook, but did not go into the park.

Taughannock Falls

We then headed through Ithaca, with a brief stop at Ithaca College. It was for me the “road not taken,” as I had considered applying there once upon a time, and for Faithful Reader it was the location of one of his favorite movies (Road Trip). It wasn’t exactly thrilling,  but I have to say those kids get a great view as they go about their college activities. We drove over to Buttermilk Falls, but then decided to skip it, since it required money and the pictures didn’t look that appealing. On our way back, we stopped at a couple of wineries, one of which was quite good and the other of which served us a wine that we both agreed was foul.

We spent the night at a Motel 6. Faithful Reader is a big fan of Motel 6. He says they’re cheap and clean. Me, I just think they’re cheap. This particular motel may have been clean. I didn’t see any dirt, but then I barely saw the room at all. The power went out during a thunderstorm and it did not come back on. So much for “We’ll leave the light on for you!” They gave us a couple of glow sticks. Showering by glow stick is an interesting experience, but taking out one’s contact lenses by glow stick is not so much fun. In the morning, the power still had not come back on, so the manager promised us a refund. That made the room better than cheap—it was free!

The next day, we went to some more wineries. There are many of them located up and down the Finger Lakes. Two thoughts on this:

  1. If you really want to do wine tasting, don’t drink all the wine they give you. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it really sneaks up on you.
  2. Watch your wallet. It’s easy to go overboard because most of the bottles are so cheap. The next thing you know, you’ve got hundreds of dollars worth of wine and you can’t even remember which one was which.

We had planned to spend all day vacationing, but we changed our minds and headed home early. We stopped in Albany on the way back and had dinner at a restaurant called Shalimar. The food was excellent, remarkably so. It was probably the best Indian food I have ever had. If you’re ever in Albany, give it a try.

We arrived home to find the cats perfectly content and not terribly excited to see us. Typical.

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Heads-Up

There’s nothing I love more than a neologism that fills a need. I like the term “Bucket List” (from the movie) to describe a list of things to do before one dies. We all ought to have such a list, and we all ought to make it before we find out we’re dying. Death is going to come a-knocking one day, and he doesn’t always send advance notice. Better get cracking on the list now.

One of my friends recently posted a meme involving types of food that one ought to try before dying. That is a type of Bucket List, and after reading it, I realized that I needed one of my own. I already have a half-formed one in my head anyway. It doesn’t revolve about food, but you can be sure some food items will appear on it.

I have added a new page called (can’t you already guess?) “My Bucket List.” First on the list is “See The Bucket List.”

😉

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Day at the Beach

I did not take my camera with me for my walk today. It was late and the light was failing. “Eh,” I thought to myself, “There probably won’t be anything to see anyway.” Naturally, the rabbit that always runs stood perfectly still today. I also spotted no less than four land snails, each with its head sticking out, not to mention several free-roamers (slugs). I could have brought home one hell of a photographic slimefest, but instead, all I got was extra sweat as I upped the pace of my walk.

But let’s be honest. I probably needed to sweat more than I needed pictures of snails, however cute they may have been.

Now, lest you think I haven’t been properly exercising my soul, I offer you these pictures from last Thursday. I had to go into the office that day, and conscious of the fact that I need to take better care of myself, I dutifully took a full hour’s lunch. I spent most of that hour at Silver Sands in Milford.

This is the view from the end of the boardwalk that leads from the parking lot, through the salt marsh, to the beach. I like this picture because it introduces the park and Charles Island, but next time I need to remember to keep the horizon straight!

Charles Island

When I lived in Milford, I used to walk to a beach from which I could see the opposite side of this island. One of my only regrets about leaving Milford is that I never tried to reach the island, which is connected to the shore by a sand bar that is accessible at low tide. Legend has it that Captain Kidd buried his treasure there.

This is another view of the island from farther down the beach.

Charles Island

There were some huge beach roses growing in the marsh. I tried to photograph them, but I couldn’t get close enough. I had to settle for Queen Anne’s Lace, but isn’t it pretty? In this picture, I tried to capture the individual flower, the field of flowers behind it, the boardwalk, and the gorgeous summer sky.

Beach Lace

In this next picture, I focused on the ladybug while also trying to capture the embroidery-like background of the other flowers.

It was a beautiful day and it felt like the sunshine would last forever, but a storm hulked on the horizon. By the time I finished work, it was pouring rain and thundering as if the gods were wrestling directly over the office building. There was a man standing near the exit, looking out the door. He said, “It’s tornado weather.” When I prepared to leave, he said, “Is it really worth it? There’s a lot of lightning. You might not melt, but you could get struck.”

As paranoid as I am, I’m not afraid of thunderstorms. I love them! I pulled my hood over my head and made a run for it. About halfway to my car, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, right over my head. For a moment I really thought I was going to get hit. It would have ticked me off, and knowing that the guy was watching would have made it worse. I survived unscathed, though, and this scene, with the mysterious man warning someone not to go out into the storm, is the kind that might make it into a book someday. That is, if I ever find the time to write one…

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Olympic Effort

I am like the Michael Phelps of wedding planning. Eat…sleep…work…plan wedding.

When do I get my medal?

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