Mondays at Maywood
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The road less traveled…or alternate routes
With the rare exception of fugitive man-hunts through our woods and the not-so-rare “incident” during rush hour, living next to Interstate 83 is a good thing. I-83 makes it possible for Hereford Zonians to live in beautiful, rural northern Baltimore County and get to everywhere else. And that’s the problem. The highway is the primary travel route for most people to get to work. Continue reading
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Manhunt at Maywood
Having a fire engine with a full complement of firefighters in the driveway is reassuring when there is a fugitive in the woods. Being protected in our sleep by so many law enforcement and emergency workers makes me feel secure. Knowing that police patrol cars, helicopters, search dogs, firefighters, and ambulance drivers know where I live Continue reading
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Little man hands
It was too quiet Friday morning, so I looked outside and saw the little guy working on the tractor with PopPop. From the upstairs window it was just the cutest thing. Then I went outside to inspect closer. Oh my. Grandson was busy at work scraping gunk off the tractor engine. This is a 1952 tractor Continue reading
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The back forty
Here at Maywood, there’s the back yard and then there’s what’s beyond the back yard. That is John’s territory–down the hill and into the woods. It is not visible from the house. This is very important. If I can’t see it, then I can’t yell about what it looks like. Periodically I get invited back to see projects in Continue reading
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The house is a-buzz
Friday afternoon, I came home to hear that Harper has a job. PopPop hired him to kill carpenter bees at the rate of twenty-five cents a bee. I have no doubt that Harper’s eyes registered “ka–ching!” when he looked at all the carpenter bees buzzing around the house. With enough sunny days and the right Continue reading
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Marching into spring…with my rake
Last week the clock said to spring forward, but there is nothing about getting up an hour earlier that gets me springing anywhere. However, an extra hour of daylight in the afternoon was a good enticement to spring home from work, grab a rake, and head out into the garden. I love to rake. It makes Continue reading
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Heigh ho! Oh no! It’s back to work I go!
When the buzzards start circling, it’s a pretty good sign to get up and show some signs of life. I’m not referring to colleagues trying to take over my job. (Like they would want it.) I’m being literal. Pneumonia-stricken Shelley and I were catching sunbeams on the Café Maywood porch one balmy day this past week Continue reading
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There’s hope for snow days…
For all of you who are dragging your weary bodies through this warm, snowday-less winter, hope is on the way. The tractor is not running. Last week, during all those balmy days that were perfect for taking a walker stroll around Hunt Valley Town Center, the tractor was running like a charm. Smooth as silk. Of Continue reading
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Hip Chronicles: In Which the Hipster and Hanny Go on an Outing
(If I’m lucky, Hanny won’t read this post. But I’m not that lucky.) In the third week after surgery, it is time for a real outing, but I need a chauffeur. That would be my mom, aka Hanny, who is not old but is a generation older than a daughter with a new hip. The Continue reading
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The Ongoing Adventures of Bionic Hip Mom Mom: Week 2
I need a four-wheel drive walker. The two-wheel drive model that the hospital gave me is literally a drag, especially on outings to the lab for coumadin checks. The rubber thingies on the rear legs scrape along the parking lot, and lifting the walker every step is hurting my back. Plus, it slows me down. I am Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 