Liam’s Birthday

img_5065Today, our dog, Liam, is nine years old. Happy birthday, Liam! In the works are a few special treats and a nice long walk.

Even at nine, Liam is still a fast runner and light of foot. This summer, when Clif’s coworkers came over for a barbecue and saw Liam for the first time, they couldn’t believe what a “mature” dog he was.

I remember bringing Liam home as a puppy and how he hid under the table because he was scared. I remember him sitting in the kitchen and his head going back and forth as he watched the pendulum on the clock. I remember him cuddled across Shannon’s chest as she sat on the couch.

Liam, may you be light of foot for many, many more years.

A Weird Weather Weekend: Part II—A Warm Walk on the Beach

img_5058In yesterday’s post, I wrote about the ice storm we had on Saturday and how, despite the slippery roads, Clif and I drove 25 miles to go to a movie at Railroad Square Cinema. And we weren’t the only ones at the Square.

But what a difference a day can make. By Sunday, the sun was out, the sky was blue, and it was warm—around 50 degrees at the little house in the big woods. I jokingly suggested to Clif that it was time to bring out the summer clothes.

With nary a thought about icy roads, we headed to South Portland to visit with Shannon. She would make lunch for us, and Clif would measure for shelves he plans to make for her kitchen. What a lovely lunch Shannon made—a sweet and savory squash soup with spicy chickpea croutons, homemade biscuits, and a salad. (Shannon found the soup recipe on a blog called My New Roots.)

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Shannon had suggested that if the weather allowed, we might go for a walk on Crescent Beach in Cape Elizabeth. With the sun shining and the temperature holding at 50 degrees, the weather certainly allowed, so with dogs in tow, off we went to Crescent Beach. When we reached the town parking lot, we all laughed. It was nearly full, with only a few empty parking places. After all the storms and the extreme cold, it seemed we weren’t the only Mainers keen to get outside and feel the warm sun on our faces.

As an extra bonus, the tide was out, and the wide beach sparkled ahead of us. Blue sky, puffy clouds, the deep blue sea, jagged islands, the sound of the waves—I walked as if in a dream. What a great pleasure it was to stroll on the beach and not feel as though my face was going to freeze and shatter. Only a few days ago, when I had taken the dog for a walk, I had worn a headband as well as a hat, a neck warmer, my heaviest coat, and leggings under my pants. Now here I was, walking on the beach without a hat and gloves. It was sheer bliss.

Afterwards, Shannon would remark in an email: “It was quite a wonderful thing to go walking on the beach and be so comfortable in January! I felt like I got recharged and rejuvenated afterwards!”

Yes, indeed. We all felt as though we had been given a gift, and so we had.

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A Weird Weather Weekend: Part I—The Ice Storm and the Film Series at Railroad Square

img_5069As the title of this post suggests, we had a weird, weird weekend with the weather. On Friday night and into Saturday, there was another one of those events that we Mainers love so well—an ice storm. Fortunately, this one didn’t last very long, and it didn’t knock out the power. Nevertheless, when we got up on Saturday, there was a thin coat of ice outside on everything—the steps, the driveway, and our road.

To console ourselves, Clif and I scarfed down a few of Mrs. Dunster’s chocolate sugared donut holes as we debated the merits of staying home or going to Waterville for the first film in the Cinema Exploration film series at Railroad Square. (Waterville is about 25 miles away.) Now, anyone with a lick of common sense would have resigned herself to staying home for yet another weekend and working on one of the many projects that are pending. But Clif and I were just plain tired of having to cancel our plans because of bad weather. Thus the debate.

“Well,” Clif said. “It’s supposed to warm up by noon.”

“And the roads won’t be so slippery then,” I finished. When two people have lived together for nearly forty years, they tend to finish each other’s sentences.

“Let’s try it,” Clif said. And try it we did, skittering down the steps, slipping across the driveway, and skidding up the Narrows Pond Road, where a cop’s car was parked at the top, presumably to discourage anyone from sliding down the road right into the Narrows Pond.

“This is terrible,” Clif said.

“It is,” I replied. “But let’s see how the main roads are.”

The main roads were not great but passable, salted and sanded enough so that a trip to Waterville seemed possible and not suicidal. Therefore on we went, making it to Waterville in pretty good time. And here’s the amazing thing—we weren’t the only nutcases that had braved the slippery roads to come to the film series. There were 15 of us for the morning show and another 15 for the noon show. I expect a lot of people felt the way we did—they were tired of being cooped up inside because of bad weather.

After the film—What is Cinema?—we had lunch with our friends Alice and Joel at the Mexican Restaurant adjoining Railroad Square. We all agreed that What is Cinema? was a good movie and that the series was off to a great start. We had a long, leisurely lunch, and by gum, by the time we had finished, it had indeed warmed up. While it was raining rather hard, the roads were more than passable, free of ice and not particularly slippery.

We made it home without incident, where we were greeted by the dog and the cats. We turned up the heat, made tea, and settled on the couch with our respective books. The orange cat was on my lap, the dog beside me on the couch, and Little Miss, the black and white cat, was at the other end. (We have a long couch.) The rain beat on the roof, and we were glad to be home. But we were also glad that we had gone to the film series.

No matter how much you love home—and I love mine very much—it is good to go out now and then. Especially this winter, when we have had to stay inside so much because of bad weather.

Friday, January 10, 2014: Bits and Bobs from the Internet

Cold, cold, cold, and more bad weather predicted for the weekend. So what’s new? Our weekend is chock-full of plans—going to the movies, pizza with friends, a trip to Shannon’s in South Portland so that we can measure for shelves in her kitchen. What will have to be canceled? Only time will tell. In the meantime, we dream of spring…

From the Portland Press Herald: Another great piece by Gillian Graham about hunger in Maine and two volunteers, Dick and Carol Ogden, who volunteer at the food pantry in Alfred, Maine. They also organize the monthly Good Shepherd Food Bank Senior Food Mobile event, where 12,000 pounds of food are given in 90 minutes. “If more people could see something like this, maybe hearts would soften a bit,” he [Dick] says.

From the New York Times: Paul Krugman’s take on the war on poverty. Believe it or not, there is some good news.

From the World Resources Institute: The Global Food Challenge Explained in 18 Graphs. There is a lot of information in this piece, but it’s presented very clearly,  The global food challenge is a huge one, made worse by the pressures of climate change.

From Huffington Post: “With the money they made in 2013 alone, the world’s richest people could have paid to feed the world’s hungry school kids 163 times over.”  So why don’t they? A little greed problem? A little empathy problem?

And, on a lighter note…

From Yahoo Food: Soy-Maple Broiled Tofu. I’ll definitely be trying this one at home.

 

Elders in Maine Struggling with Food Insecurity

Recently in the Portland Press Herald, there was an excellent piece about Jim and Nancy Pike, two Maine senior citizens who are struggling to stay afloat on their social security benefits, which come to about $15,000 a year. Normally, I would feature this on Friday, the day I reserve for posting interesting links, but the couple’s story was so compelling, so much a sign of our times, that I thought it deserved a post all on its own.

According to Gillian Graham’s article, Jim and Nancy Pike, who are 65 and 77 respectively, have worked hard at various jobs. She had a child daycare in her home for 30 years. He cut wood, took care of other people’s properties, and drove a truck for Meals on Wheels. They grew their own vegetables, cooked their own meals, made their own bread, and raised a big family. Nancy “worked until she was 59 and was forced to stop after she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure.” Jim’s last job was as a handyman at a motel, and between what he earned and what Nancy received from Social Security, they were able to make ends meet. But then Jim had a heart attack and a stroke, and he was unable to work.

So now they have joined the ranks of food insecure seniors. As Nancy puts it in the article, “We’re broke before the end of the month.” Because the Pikes are at the poverty line, they do qualify for $66 a month in food stamps and are eligible for other programs, including the Commodity Supplemental Food Program for low-income seniors. (The latter is a federal program.) The Pikes also go to their local food pantry. She clips coupons, they shop the sales, and they don’t buy processed food. They get by, but just barely.

Naturally, my heart goes out to the Pikes, who must live on such a small amount of money. But what really floors me is the cuts Congress made in the Commodity Supplemental Food Program for low-income seniors. (Fortunately, the Pikes are still enrolled in this program.) In 2013, the program was reduced by nearly $5.2 million. This meant that 35 Mainers had to be cut from the program, and the year before 60 people were cut. Not surprisingly, there is a waiting list of 1,200 for this program.

How can Congress cut programs such as this? How can they justify reducing benefits to poor elders who are no longer able to work for a living? I would love to hear the explanations. On second thought, maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe it would be such a load of bull that it would be hard to take.

One of the richest countries in the world can’t afford to support seniors who can no longer work? Really?

I don’t believe it. As the late, writer Tony Judt observed, “Ill Fares the Land.”

 

Bright Pictures for a Dreary Day

Because I’ve been on vacation for the past two weeks and haven’t posted much, I thought I would also post these pictures of our yard, our road, and the Narrows. In between storms and weather so frigid my nostrils stuck together when I took a deep breath, we did have a day or so of glorious, bright winter weather, when it wasn’t too cold to enjoy being outside. The dog and I went for a walk on one of those days, and here are some pictures I took.

The snowy little house in the big woods
The snowy little house in the big woods
Buried Toad wonders where the garden is
Buried Toad wonders where the garden is
Snowy gate to the backyard
Snowy gate to the backyard
Ice shack on the Upper Narrows
Ice shack on the Upper Narrows
The last bit of open water on the Lower Narrows
The last bit of open water on the Lower Narrows
The Narrows Pond Road
The Narrows Pond Road

 

 

 

 

Holiday Improvisations

img_5004My-oh-my, the weather has been frightful these past two weeks, which have encompassed Christmas, New Years, and vacation for Clif and me. There have been snow storms; an ice storm that knocked out our power for three days, including Christmas Day; and weather so cold that our dog, who loves snow, only stayed out in the backyard long enough to do his business. And now a driving rain, most unwelcome in January, with the threat of more frigid weather to follow. Something tells me that Clif and I will not be leaving home without our grippers on our shoes.

Despite the bad weather, our holidays were merry, even though there was a fair amount of improvising with food. Instead of our usual cheddar cheese soup on Christmas Eve, we had a soup I had frozen—ginger-carrot soup—along with chickpea patties—also frozen and thawed thanks to the power outtage. Scratch the stuffed shells for Christmas Day. Instead, it was appetizers—bread, crackers, veggies, various cheeses, spreads, and cold cuts. Not my idea of a great Christmas meal, but Shannon, who loves appetizer meals, was delighted.

Somehow, though, everything worked out. Because of the ice-storm brouhaha, my brother and his family couldn’t come over on Christmas Day. They could, however, come over on Friday, and since our power was back on, I could make stuffed shells for them along with a homemade chocolate ice-cream pie.

And the cheddar cheese soup? A New Year’s Eve meal with Shannon, Mike, Dee, and our friends Joel and Alice. So we had the holiday food we love, only pushed later during the week.

I must admit that by the time the holidays were over, I was just plain tuckered out. But Clif and I still had several more vacation days, and in between cleaning the roof and the driveway, we ate more than we should have, we read, we rested, and we watched movies, both at home and at the cinema. (There have been some very good movies this year.)

Now vacation is over, and it’s time to get back on track—with work, with exercise, with eating, and with the many projects that seem to fill our lives. Our current project involves making shelves for Shannon and Mike’s kitchen. Clif, handy guy that he is, will do most of the work. I’ll try not to get in the way too much. And there is also cleaning and decluttering, a never-ending task for me as I’m sure it is for most people.

Onward and upward into 2014. I’m hoping it is a year of family, friends, good food, biking, and creativity.

 

Welcome, 2014

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The deck box in the front

In Maine, 2013 certainly went out with a bang. We had an ice storm, and while it wasn’t as bad as the Great Ice Storm of ’98, it was bad enough. As it wove its icy path through central Maine and beyond, the storm knocked out power in many, many homes, just in time for Christmas, one of the busiest times of the year. We lost our power on Monday, December 23 and got it back Wednesday, December 25.

I’ll write more in a day or two, but I do want to assure readers that at the little house in the big woods, we are well prepared for ice storms and power outages. We were snug and warm and had plenty to eat, enough so that we were able to invite our friend Diane to join us on Christmas Eve. Within and without, the house was lit with lanterns, and Diane said it was charming to eat by the flickering lamps.

Clif and I are still recovering from all the excitement and brouhaha of the ice storm, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve. The house is nearly back to normal, and as I write, another storm—this time snow—is making its way up the East Coast.

Happy New Year to all! Given that we don’t have another power outage, I should be back on schedule in the next day or two.

 

Ice Storm 2013

img_4990Nothing strikes fear into a Mainer’s heart quicker than the words “ice storm.” Those of us who have been here for a while will never forget the great ice storm of ’98, where at its peak a half-million people were without power, and the little house in the big woods was without power for 11 days. Because we have a well, this meant we had to haul every bit of water we used. As Shannon is fond of saying, “I was so happy to leave and go back to college.” Who can blame her?

This ice storm is supposed to be much less severe. So far, we haven’t lost our power, and we are doing all that we can, just in case. Yesterday, I made a double batch of pie knots and a quadruple batch of thumb-print cookies. Clif is working on the peanut butter balls as I write. As soon as I’m done with this post, I will vacuum. We have cans of tomato soup and baked beans in the cupboards. And lots of water stored in various containers.

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We’re keeping our fingers crossed that all will be well, that we won’t lose our power. However, I have to grudgingly admit, and ice storm does make things pretty.

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 Onward and upward! We hope 😉

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