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Sloppy Joe
Did we jinx the Ravens by serving Sloppy Joe’s at our play-off party? Or was it because I did not buy that Flaco red wine that I saw at Calvert? (I didn’t buy it because it wasn’t spelled Flacco and because it said it was a good sangria red. Well, that told me that I… Continue reading
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Snow day!
Baltimore County two hour delay. Schools in the Hereford Zone are closed. Sorry, Julie, that you are teaching at the other end of the county, but as you know, the roads are tricky out here–hilly and windy with guardrails lacking in critical drop off areas, like the sharp bend on Miller Lane! Ok, so it’s… Continue reading
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Hibernating
It is in the bleak mid-winter that I most feel a discord between the rhythm of the seasons and our bondage to the clock. Why can’t we hibernate in winter like the bears and the bees? We don’t need the entire winter, just January. Isn’t that why we load up on food at Christmas, so… Continue reading
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Hershey (1995-2010)
Alas, poor Hershey is no more. Her seventeen year old feline companion scampers in the yard, but Hershey now sleeps in it. It was quite clear that John needed to put Hershey down after Hershey experienced a stroke or seizure of some sort yesterday morning which left her blind and unable to walk. She had already lost most of her… Continue reading
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Boomerang
‘Tis the day after Christmas and all through the cabin Are boxes of stuff from daughter moving back in… In theory I should be organizing something right now, but I’m not sure which corner to tackle. I already organized the grandkiddo’s room and cleaned it. His book shelves and toy box are full of… Continue reading
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Adventures in liverwurst
Pioneer John is making the most of his deer bounty. Not content with mere roasts, he decided to use the organ meats (liver and heart) to make liverwurst. For those of you shaking your heads and laughing while saying “Poor Kathy…,” it’s not really that big of a deal. I know for a fact that some… Continue reading
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Eating Crow (another adventure in living with John)
It’s Saturday morning and we are enjoying the luxury of drinking our coffee in bed post-sunrise. Out of the blue, John says, “In Lithuania they have an annual crow eating festival.” “What are you talking about???” “In Lithuania, they hunt crow. Then Lithuanian women pluck out the feathers and boil the crow in oil. And… Continue reading
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Christmas is a time…
This morning I had the weirdest tune stuck in my head. It was from Psalty’s Christmas Calamity, a record (yes, record!) that we had when the girls were little. The amazingly creative chorus went like this: Christmas is a time, Christmas is a time, Christmas is a time to love. (repeat) I don’t remember the… Continue reading
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Stocking up for winter…
I’m almost ready to host the next big snowstorm sleepover. The freezer is filling up with venison and turkey stock and Christmas cookies. Add a few loaves of raisin bread and stock up the bar in the man cave and we’re good to go. John spent all day processing his two Bambis. After dinner I joined in… Continue reading
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A-Hunting They Will Come
Some people think it’s lonely living in the woods. Not so. Especially during hunting season. There is often someone out there in the woods and frequently they stop in for coffee (in the a.m.) or beer (after an evening hunt). Around the kitchen table, they shoot the breeze with John and debrief from their hours… Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 