A seagull wandered into my parents’ backyard on Tuesday. It couldn’t fly away; it was stuck with a fishing lure and tangled in the line. Wildlife control advised that seagulls are docile and suggested we wrap it in a blanket, put it in a box and drive it to the animal hospital. I stated firmly that they could come and get it. They did.
Birds terrify me so I hate the term “empty nest”. Warm, loving and cuddly are not adjectives that spring to mind when I think of birds. They find worms, drop them down their babies’ gullets and then push them out of a tree.
But pigs I like. Rooting around in the mud. Snuggling together for warmth. Fighting together against the big bad wolf. That’s a family to me.
I forgot to include “Attend a Festival” in my end-of-summer must-do list from last week. You’ve got plenty of choices; Hudson Valley Magazine listed 32 scheduled for the summer of 2014. I took advantage of Sunday’s beautiful weather to indulge my love of pork and headed to the 10th Hudson Valley RibFest, hosted by the Highland Rotary Club in New Paltz, New York.
The RibFest is held on the Ulster County Fairgrounds, a beautiful spot in the shadow of the Shawangunk Mountains.
Labor Day looms, casting its end-of-season shadow over the next few weeks. The bathing suits have already disappeared from department stores, replaced by jackets and Halloween decorations. Before the chill returns to the Hudson River Valley, get out and enjoy summer’s sweet treats. Continue reading →
My passport expires in November. With no international trips planned in the next 4-6 weeks, I took a deep breath and completed form DS-82. Then I went down to the Photo Shoppe and had my picture taken. “Does this look like you?” the clerk asked. Yes, sadly, it does. I start humming “Sixteen Tons” and shuffle my ten years’ older and deeper in debt self out of the store.
My first passport photo – starry-eyed, tan, and very young. A bit of a Liza Minella/Kirk Cameron hybrid. Who doesn’t miss the ’80’s?