Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Christmas in Prince George's County



It's not that I have nothing to write about. I have a long list of topics for another day. Another day when I don't feel plowed under by family health problems involving our daughter and grandson. Problems both physical and mental. Our daughter doesn't handle stress well. Neither do I.  I'm frayed at the edges. 

Even so, life has its moments. Mom died two years ago this month, right before Christmas. She was a forlorn and cantankerous old lady, living (she thought) with strangers. At least she had Georgie.  Here she is, napping with the Cat of Cats. We adopted Georgie from a shelter a few months after Sadie died, even though Mom had said, "I don't want another cat." Georgie became her  live-in Teddy bear. 

Georgie was 3 or 4 years old when we got her in early 2007.  No longer a kitten. Sometimes she'd chase a laser light, but mostly it was, "Ho-hum. Why don't you chase it?" Yesterday, out on the screened porch, she suddenly noticed a tiny stuffed mouse she'd ignored for months. She stalked it, pounced on it, tossed it in the air, dashed madly about.  She put on a great show for two minutes. Perhaps it was her way of saying, "'Tis the season to be jolly."

Friday, December 3, 2010

Thanksgiving in Knox County


I haven't blogged recently because of our daughter's and older grandson's health problems that began in mid-October. Nothing life-threatening, but  they require a lot of care and concern all the same.  

On Thanksgiving Day, Phil and I drove (9 hours) to our cabin in Ohio. We celebrated on Friday. When the rain stopped, we raked a ton of oak leaves over the space of a few days.  We visited with neighbors.  Phil's sister and husband came up from Marietta and stayed Saturday night. 

Life is different in Knox County. We encountered an Amish buggy on Route  514. We've  never seen one on that road before. Most of the Amish live in neighboring Holmes County, but  many more Amish are buying farms in Knox Country than they did a decade ago. At Miller's Hardware, I picked up a copy of The Vendor, a biweekly paper serving "plain folk everywhere" and turned immediately to the ads for buggy horses. All the horses were "traffic safe and sound" except for one that was "sound, but not quite traffic safe." An ad for an 8-year-old black Morgan standardbred mare stated that she was an "excellent traveler" that "some women can drive." Asking price, $1200.00. I fondly remember the recent ad that warned, "Not a horse for seniors." 

The sign on the door of  Dale's Cardinal grocery store in Danville said,  "No tobacco or snuff chewing in the store." Who knew that you could chew snuff? A notice on the bulletin board offered "cur" pups for sale. What kind of dog is that?

The week-long gun season for white-tail deer began on Monday, the 29th. While raking leaves, we heard shooting in the distance. Phil allows deer hunting on our property. (His sister doesn't allow it on hers.) Phil likes to plant trees; the deer like to eat them. They also damage mature trees and shrubs with their relentless browsing. Although Phil feels ambivalent about deer hunting, he realizes that, with no natural predators, too many deer are competing with each other for food.  

This year many newcomers asked for hunting permits. One man even researched land records at the court house in Mount Vernon and called us.  He is interested in securing "good hunting land" in the future for himself and his son, who is now just two years old. Phil keeps a calendar showing who is hunting on which parcel on a given day. He certainly doesn't want the hunters shooting one another.

The local fire chief apologized for requesting permission at the last minute. He said he'd been involved in the investigation of the recent murder of two adults and a child near Mount Vernon. 

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wee Halloweener



Our 2-and-1/2-year-old grandson, Nathaniel, went around the new neighborhood with his daddy. Many of the houses looked just like their own house, which they'd moved into last June. It was dark by the time they got back. Nathaniel apparently didn't realize he was home, because he seemed surprised when his mother came to the door. After he said "Trick or Treat" and was given his candy, he asked plaintively, "Can I come in?" 

Saturday, November 6, 2010