Eagles, Ospreys, and 42 Too: A Connecticut River Cruise

I enjoyed birding recently on a Connecticut River cruise, but the birds were maddeningly far away. An eagle at the end, though, posed for us in a tree that we could walk over to once back on land.

About to board, with the Goodspeed Opera House in the background. 

An osprey brings a fuzzy blob (sticks? a fish?) to its nest atop the bridge.

An awesome “42” for my collection — it’s a Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy thing. Related: Ode to the Gargleblaster

Another 42! There’s a peek at an osprey’s black and white head in the nest.

These kids are punks, I can tell.
(Just kidding, actually. It was cold and raw out, and I admired their fortitude.)

An osprey with a fish

Some cormorants

This eagle made our day. From the boat, we saw it in a nest with a mate. It flew across the river and landed in a tree. After the cruise, we were able to walk over to it and photograph it for about 20 minutes. It eventually flew back to the nest. It was a thrilling end to the cruise to see an eagle up close.

(This was my photo of Day 120 for 365Project.)

 I took an Osprey/Eagle Cruise with Connecticut River Expeditions. It was the last cruise of its type this season.

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From Chicken Feet to Swan Boats: Birthday Fun in New York and Boston

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One of my favorite parts of a trip to New York City is always walking around looking at the people and the buildings, so for my birthday celebration my husband and I pretty much cut out all the “doing stuff” nonsense and just walked around the city all day. We clocked about 10 miles crisscrossing various neighborhoods in delightful inefficiency. I don’t think one degree in either direction could have made the weather more glorious for our walking tour. Here’s a map of some of the places we visited:

This itinerary came about partly by happenstance and partly by bad preparation. We’d had vague plans to possibly visit the Tenement Museum (sold out), MoMA (crazy crowded), and the 911 Memorial (decided a different time would be better), but we ended up doing none of those things and loving every minute of it.

Photo Tour of New York

I always love that first moment of entering the Main Concourse in Grand Central Station. The grandeur! The scope! The bustle! Nine times out of 10 I will utter a line from the movie American Graffiti, to the guaranteed annoyance of my husband, when Terry was trying to get busy in a car with Debbie, but people kept walking by: “Geez, it’s like Grand Central Station around here!”

We hopped on a subway and headed for Chinatown.

Dim Sum in Chinatown


I watched two people put away their bicycles in front of the Nom Wah Tea Parlor. As I took a few photographs, a beautiful young woman came dancing into the frame, did a twirl, and left as quickly as she had come. She was followed by a man who was filming her, apparently shooting a scene in a movie.

Dancer at the Nom Wah Tea Parlor

(This was my photo of Day 104 for 365Project.)

At a great spot in a nook by the window, we had a wonderful lunch of dim sum and chrysanthemum tea to celebrate my birthday.


Dim sum (clockwise from upper left): Chicken Feet (I really tried to like them. I didn’t find them unappealing in any sort of squeamish way, and their flavor was good, but they were just a gooey fatty little nibble at a time with a thousand tiny bones in the way, and my chopstick skills are mediocre at best, which didn’t help matters. I felt a little sad to leave almost all of them behind untouched, but we did our best), Cilantro and Scallion Rice Rolls (really tasty), Shanghainese Soup Dumplings (so great — a little burst of hot soup inside), Pan-Fried Pork Dumplings, and Shrimp Siu Mai.


{Related post: Birthday on the Brooklyn Bridge}

Fearless Girl


I was perfectly game to wait in the well-ordered line that formed for people to get their shot with the new “Fearless Girl” sculpture, but I think the crowd had it wrong. The line should have been to take a shot over the girl’s shoulder as she faced down the bull, but the popular consensus was to line up to have a portrait taken with the girl. The crowd did not ask for my views on this subject, so I waited in line and took my turn like everyone else. I got a picture of her with no bull in sight. (There’s a good shot here at the Boston Globe: Fearless Girl and Charging Bull.)

The famed new “Fearless Girl” sculpture faces down a raging crowd of tourists.

The High Line

Next we strolled along the High Line, an elevated park made on an old train line.


A lot more walking…

I like the sort of Taxi Driver feel to this one, and it’s another addition to my “42” collection.

We ended the day at a spot we both love, the Grand Central Oyster Bar.


We each had a rich and decadent pan roast, a seafood soup loaded with butter and cream that’s oh so delectable in every spoonful.

That wrapped up my birthday celebration in New York City, but I had another day of fun in store when my husband and I joined our boys in Boston the next day to celebrate with them.

Swan Boats on the Boston Common

Aside from going to lunch, walking around, and getting gelato, I picked out two activities to do with my family in Boston.

First up: Ride a swan boat on the Boston Common. This is exactly the type of quaint, nostalgic family fun that I could pull off on my birthday, but would be a hard sell to my grown sons the rest of the year. It was opening day! (I’d wanted to do it ever since our duck boat tour.)


(This was my photo of Day 105 for 365Project.)

My sons and husband were all sweet to indulge me in doing whatever I wanted for my birthday. I did restrain myself from getting us all to ride the carousel. (Looks fun! And it’s less than a year until my next birthday….)

Granary Burial Ground

We also visited the Granary Burial Ground, which I’d gotten I peek at while we froze our way through a tavern tour last month, but I’d wanted to spend some time in.


This day was warm and gorgeous just like the day before, and I was very grateful to get to spend it with my family.

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Photo-a-Day Challenge: Part Diary, Part Experiment, Part Oh-No-I-Have-Nothing-to-Take-a-Picture-of-Today!

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Matchbox cars fire

Part diary, part experiment, part oh-no-I-have-nothing-to-take-a-picture-of-today!, I’ve been seeing the months parade by one click at a time in a photo-a-day project I started on the first of the year.

The only “rule” I’m following is to take a photo a day. No posting of an older photo on a day I didn’t take one for me, although others choose to do that. (The community is great about encouraging people to do their own projects however they wish.) So far I haven’t missed a day, but I’m not expecting masterpieces either.

I like jumping in on themed challenges, which helps give ideas for subjects to photograph. These might have been my favorites on that score:

–a weekly theme challenge on “goodnight”:
Goodnight, Sweetheart on 365 Project
Day 87: Goodnight, Sweetheart

–an “abstract mundane” photo of a thermometer:
Galileo Thermometer on 365 Project
Day 74: Galileo Thermometer

–a weekly theme challenge on “movement”:
Moving Record on 365 Project
Day 72: Moving Record

–an “abstract mundane” photo of sponges:
Sponge Worthy on 365 Project
Day 57: Sponge Worthy

–a weekly theme challenge on “rainbow”:
Eat the Rainbow on 365 Project
Day 28: Eat the Rainbow

I also like trying to get a little artsy with an otherwise routine photo, like this one for my son Dan’s 19th birthday:
Hey Nineteen on 365 Project
Day 73: Hey Nineteen

Or an awesome pulled pork sandwich on a snow day:
Snow Day! Pulled Pork! on 365 Project
Day 40: Snow Day! Pulled Pork!

Or a slice of jalapeño while making chili:
Spicy Jalapeno on 365 Project
Day 52: Spicy Jalapeño

Or the first day of spring, still covered in snow:
First Day of Spring? on 365 Project
Day 79: First Day of Spring? (I even sprung for a crystal ball — I’m hooked for sure.)

Or not so artsy, but documenting a special moment, like visiting my older son at his college:
Rainbow Stairs at Tufts on 365 Project
Day 50: Rainbow Stairs at Tufts

And I sometimes wander around my house looking for beloved little objects I can immortalize. I covered three days with these little knight figurines:
How about that halberd? on 365 Project
Day 23: How about that halberd?

The Knight Steps Out on 365 Project
Day 38: The Knight Steps Out

Winter is Here on 365 Project
Day 51: Winter is Here

Or a mask I got during Mardi Gras in New Orleans in 2007:
Happy Mardi Gras on 365 Project
Day 59: Happy Mardi Gras

Or the spice box my late mother-in-law gave me ages ago:
Spice Box on 365 Project
Day 46: Spice Box

Or the Christmas wreath I still hadn’t taken down in March, so it became a spring wreath:
Christmas Wreath in March on 365 Project
Day 63: Christmas Wreath in March

Sometimes the fact that I needed a photo made me value little details or moments I would have otherwise passed by, like these bathrooms at a movie theater:
Monroes and Deans on 365 Project
Day 39: Monroes and Deans

Or nudging my husband to give me a peek of his whoopie pies that he’d stayed up past my bedtime making the night before:
Whoopie! on 365 Project
Day 67: Whoopie!

Or the peaceful emptiness of an early morning middle school hallway:
Early Morning Empty Hallway on 365 Project
Day 3: Early Morning Empty Hallway

And on those days when I can’t think of anything to photograph? It helps to have a husband with a Zippo who’s a good sport:
Zippo on 365 Project
Day 54: Zippo

Lowering my standards comes in pretty handy too.

Or fire. Fire’s always good:
Mattel Hell on 365 Project
Day 89: Mattel Hell

Does anyone want to join me in a photo-a-day project? You can jump in on any day. (Let me know if you do, and I’ll follow you.)

Here are screen shots of grids of my first three months. If you follow the link, the thumbnails will be clickable.

January 2017

February 2017

March 2017

(I post to Flickr too and have been doing the Macro Mondays challenges.)

I sometimes miss the glory days of my blog when I was in the thick of my 101 things in a 1001 days challenge. I always seem to have some sort of project going on, though, and this photo-a-day challenge is currently filling that need quite nicely.

Cheers to the spring!

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My Saliva’s from Ireland

I had no big surprises in getting DNA results about my ancestry. I had known my great-grandmother left Ireland and settled in Massachusetts and that other Irish were in my family tree, but I was surprised what a large chunk of my DNA came from Great Britain.
Really, though, the only surprise is just a sense of wonder that I can send some spit off in the mail and a technician in a lab somewhere can reach into my past, generations back and back, and confirm the origin stories I heard in my childhood.

On another note, I think I’m done sending bits of myself off in the mail. I sent off my ponytail (to donate it), and I sent off some, ahem, poo to learn about my microbiome.

For the record, these are my ancestry estimates:

  • 50% Ireland
  • 29% Great Britain
  • 07% Europe East
  • no other significant percentages

What a fascinating age we are living in!

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Cold, Old Boston and a Tavern Tour

My husband and I had planned a Boston walking tour on a lovely springlike day, but that day arrived yesterday, and we walked the ancient streets on one of the coldest days of the year, 5 degrees F with a wind chill of negative 15.

Make Way for Ducklings on the Boston Common


We scrambled through some shops in a chic Beacon Hill neighborhood looking for a scarf, and, like when Julia Roberts was turned away from Rodeo Drive, I had a Pretty Woman moment. The flimsy little $88 scarf I looked at didn’t meet my needs, and a shopkeeper pointed toward a cheaper neighborhood and suggested I shop in that direction. Actually, she was being helpful; we both knew I wouldn’t be buying an $88 scarf, no matter how cold it was out there.

I found a Boston Red Sox scarf in my target $12 range, and with apologies to my late father, a lifelong Yankees fan, I was geared up for the tour.


Our guide shared a joke about the bar across the street from here: “The only place you can have a cold Sam Adams while looking at a cold Sam Adams.”

We joined a small group of Canadians to walk a section of the Freedom Trail under the enthusiastic and entertaining guidance of a PhD history candidate. She painted a lively picture of the Revolutionary years when our Founding Fathers drank morning, noon, and night and knew the best places to spark the resistance were in the taverns.


We learned an alternate take on history, one where the Boston Massacre didn’t go down as billed, but helped to foment revolution in a Colonial version of “fake news.”

I highly recommend “Ye Olde Tavern Tours,” which interspersed walking and talking with hitting some historically significant taverns. Fun, entertaining, and educational. Just maybe don’t book it on the coldest day of the year.

Photo courtesy of Ye Olde Tavern Tours in Boston, MA


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Activist Update

facts exist, 2+2=4, Trump, Big Brother, March for Science

Protest poster for the March for Science on April 22, 2017. Feel free to use the image. I am planning to go to the satellite march in Boston.

It’s dizzying to see the atrocious news spewing out of the White House hour by hour.

I was offline for about 90 minutes the other day and a cottage industry of memes ridiculing Kellyanne Conway‘s comments about the fictitious “Bowling Green Massacre” had popped up while I was away. The criticism spread humorous glee about how badly she “misspoke,” but she didn’t misspeak; she said it during three different interviews. Her false claims fit in with Trump’s false claim that the media wasn’t covering terrorist attacks.

I had never been someone who writes my Senators, calls my Representatives, attends huddles and marches, but I’m trying to do my part now. My little actions are drops in a bucket, but millions of drops add up, I keep telling myself.

I’m getting a mini-course on how to be an activist by committing to the Women’s March campaign of “10 Actions for the first 100 Days” of Trump’s presidency.

Boston Women's March on 365 Project
Women’s March on 365 Project

Postcards on Instagram

And I know my ignored Tweets do nothing, but I send them anyway. My stomach turns at the mention of Mitch McConnell–what a sack of disgrace. I needed to reach out.

McConnell didn’t Tweet back. Trump doesn’t either. That’s most definitely a good thing, right?

I don’t want Pence for president either, but Trump must be removed. This snowball of destruction is picking up speed. I can’t believe everything that’s happened in only three weeks. My prediction is that Republicans will have to turn on him eventually, hopefully sooner than later. What are they waiting for? What sort of good outcome do they think could possibly happen? I’ve read commentary that Republicans keep supporting Trump, even though they must know he’s dangerous and deplorable, because after their unrelenting years of gerrymandering their greatest threat comes from even further right wingnuts in primary challenges. We’re bound to reach a tipping point soon where the cost of supporting this lunatic is greater than the cost of going against him. Right? Right? Right?

After the Women's March, a Huddle

“First, we marched. Now we huddle.” — A group meeting in Cheshire, CT on Feb. 11, 2017

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My 6th Blogoversary: Continuing to Evolve

Blog Posts Through the Years

I blogged the least in my sixth year of blogging, but I still love this spot as a space to publish my writing and document the things going on in my life. In the heyday of this blog, I was completing my list of 101 things in 1001 days, and since then I’ve done fewer tasks like those sorts of challenges (milk a cow, take a trapeze class, to name two favorites).

I feel like the blog still reflects trying not to be “too timid and squeamish,” though, in that I’m now doing things that represent substantial changes to myself as a person, such as socializing more with a wider community, speaking out politically, and taking some small steps toward activism. Like millions of Americans, I’ve been consumed by the terrifying turn our country has taken with the rise and election of Donald Trump, and I’ve found myself focusing on the news and little else during the last year.

Funny Search Terms

she gets her milk straight from a cow

Days can go by now without my checking my stats (now there’s a substantial change!), but
I still get a kick out of some of the search terms that bring people to my blog. 

  • she loves her milk straight man from the cow
  • sounding sticks too timid
  • tame your tiger now
  • homemade timid
  • wow head christmas riddle
  • was prufrock timid
  • nude girl milking a cow
  • tiger image dangers
  • nude cow girl with milk drop drink man
  • best way to tackle timid and squeamish
  • bad poker face rage comics
  • keep your tiny hands off our rights (not funny at all, tbh)


I started a Photo a Day project on the first of the year, and I’m not sure yet whether I’ll keep it up, but I’ve been enjoying this bit of microblogging through the month of January.


Thanks to the readers who have come along for the ride during my sixth year of blogging.  You’re one of my favorite parts of blogging, and my life is enriched by the peek you give me into different parts of the country and the world.

P.S. I updated this on 02/02/17 with an illustration of one of the funny search terms that I bought for five bucks on Fiverr, which has been a yearly tradition since my first blogoversary. (Not planning enough ahead was not part of the tradition, though.)

Previous blog anniversaries

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At the Boston Women’s March: The Seeds are Planted

At the Boston Women’s March yesterday, I joined thousands and thousands. At one elbow stood an elderly woman, worried about health care and the loss of common decency, and at the other stood a male M.I.T. student, worried about the rights of others being threatened. I stood amid people from diverse backgrounds, crowded peacefully in a historic park, with bursts of pink all around proclaiming support for women.


The turnout exceeded all expectations, not just in Boston, but in cities throughout the U.S. and around the world. Some commentators speculated that this was the largest single day of protest in our nation’s history.

On the stage, the speakers implored us to fight for American values of equality, tolerance, and diversity, to stand up for the vulnerable, for the planet, for science, and for our rights.

One of the speakers on the Boston Common invoked the revolutions and protests that have happened on that same patch of land throughout American history, going back to the earliest days of the American Revolution, and linked the Women’s March with our country’s other historic fights for justice.


I went into Boston with my husband, and we met up with our son who attends college nearby. In a minor miracle, he found us among the cheerful crush of humanity. We stayed glued to our spot near the fourth tree from the flag and guided him to us over the course of an hour.

The size of the crowd made logistics a challenge, with long waits in gridlock to line up for the march, but the peaceful crowd stayed patient.


Singing and chants broke out here and there, a respite from the brutal, depressing year of Trump’s campaign of hate, as well as from his inaugural address the day before, which painted such a grim, illusory portrait of America. While home sick during the inauguration, I watched it on television and worried that my impulse to bear witness would give him one little piece of the ratings he so craves. I heard him take the oath and saw the rain start to fall with my own ears and eyes, but somehow I pushed it away from myself as I let out a sob.

Only a day later and a few hours north, I looked deep into the crowd and couldn’t see the end of it, saw kindness and hope and grit and resolve, all just one part of a vast movement to reclaim America.  

At home that night, I saw my Facebook feed flooded with photos from marches all across the country, and on the news I saw reports of the huge protests all around the world.

As I turned off the light for bed, I noticed my cheeks had turned a little pink, that even in the darkest of winter a few hours in the sun will have an impact.

A million seeds of resistance were planted yesterday. May they bloom.

The Women’s March launched a campaign to take “10 Actions for the First 100 Days” of Trump’s presidency. Update 1 –Send postcards to Congress:

Update 2–Huddle:

After the Women's March, a Huddle

“First, we marched. Now we huddle.” — A group meeting in Cheshire, CT on Feb. 11, 2017

Update 3: Hear Our Voice
From the Women’s March organizers: “Click here to listen to a recording of the kickoff tele-townhall, with Senator Kirsten Gillibrand, Cecile Richards of Planned Parenthood, Leah Greenberg of Indivisible, leaders from the United State of Women, and Women’s March co-chairs Bob Bland and Carmen Perez, about how you can take local action to stand up and fight for equality, justice and freedom.”

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New Year’s Day Paella, and Paella Through the Years

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Gallery of paella through the years

Even better than our long-standing tradition of making a paella on New Year’s Eve may be having a big pot of leftovers ready to go for a lazy New Year’s Day and beyond. My husband Randy and I started this tradition in a different house with different cookware when the kids were small. Some years guests join us, other years the kids do, some years feature lobster, other years mussels, some years we skip the whole rigmarole, but a few constants always remain during the years that we do it: saffron-infused rice, sausage, chicken, and seafood, cooked late but before the ball drops, with good cheer as we celebrate the coming of the new year.

001/365 New Year Paella

I decided my first photo for the 365 Project would be a bowl of leftover paella I had for lunch on New Year’s Day. I will do this project for at least two days and see if it grabs me.

I’ll post here: marcy0414; let me know if you do a similar project, and I’ll follow along.

Do you have a New Year’s Eve tradition? Have you done a photo-a-day project?

365 Project website

002/365 Ping Pong in the Basement. It’s great having my sons home from college during their winter break. Here, my son Dan plays ping pong. Back to work tomorrow.

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Year in Review 2016: Top 12 Posts

Shadows in the Desert: Marcy and Randy

12 favorite posts of 2016

1. Seeking Treasure: The Thrill of the Chase

My husband’s kooky or brilliant conviction that he knew the location of a hidden treasure led to two delightful trips out West — Up a Creek, but Unsinkable: Weekend in Denver and An Empty Nester’s Tour of the American West. No treasure though:

“I know that look.

“I grew up watching It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World roughly every Sunday afternoon of my childhood, sitting next to my father on our seventies-orange couch. So I’ve seen that look plenty of times.

“It is the look of a man who thinks he is about to claim a hidden treasure as his own.

“It is a look that cannot be denied.” (Continue reading)

2. Schadenfreude in My Facebook Feed

This painful post sat in my drafts folder for over a year while I agonized over whether to publish it. I don’t understand exactly why, but the urge to publish it would not go away and seemed to block me from writing anything else until I did:

“Growing up, Steve was a proud misogynist, calling women ‘Ws’ for ‘wenches,’ as in this I-swear-it’s-true command to an old girlfriend: ‘W, get me a beer,’ in front of our family while watching football.

“To my never-ending horror, she got up and got him a beer.” (Continue reading)

3. Stranger Things in the Age of Trump

I’ve rarely made political comments on my blog, but this anti-Trump post just bubbled up out of me and needed to be published, no matter how tiny its impact. I wrote at least 2,000 extra words and cut it down for days. My take considers Sandy Hook deniers, science fiction, and Trump: 

“We’ve now entered the post-truth era, where facts no longer matter to nearly half the country, and the bad news keeps on coming as Donald Trump puts together his team…. With the choice of Rick Perry for Energy, the department he famously forgot of the three he had vowed to eliminate, I keep expecting Trump to jump out from behind a barrel like Allen Funt and yell, ‘Smile! You’re on Candid Camera.’” (Continue reading)

4. Cantering: As Easy as Falling Off a Horse

The worst moments can make for the funniest stories, and readers seemed to like the telepathic horse I featured in the tale:

“I’d given the horse a little kick, as instructed, and here it was a mere two seconds later and everything had changed, all confusion, like a wave knocked me over from behind and its pal the undertow snatched me and dragged me away.” (Continue reading)


5. Perfection slips away, one shot at a time

This little post answered the prompt “Where did the time go?” in the required 42 words. Many of the responses to the prompt considered lost decades, but I tried to show the micro adjustments needed in the moments a tennis ball approaches. Tennis continues to enchant and baffle me:

“The ball springs off his racket toward my sweet spot; I’ll smash a forehand down the line: racket back, turn sideways, little steps, line it up, track it…” (Continue reading)

6. Friday night date night just got better, and cheaper, and did I mention I didn’t have to leave the house?

With the start of the academic year a few months ago, I became an empty-nester and started cooking fancy meals for my husband and me more than ever, I guess to fill the empty space in my heart with delicious noshes my picky eater wouldn’t eat. This post from February marks the start of it all, back when we still had a high schooler at home:

“By getting my husband on board to hang out and help, cooking at home on a Friday night transformed from an exhausting chore to a fun event.

“We listened to music and had some wine while we cooked scallops with asparagus, a splurge for a home meal, but a pittance compared to if we’d eaten out.” (Continue reading)

7. Bánh Mì: The Best Sandwich in the World (a Second Stay at Home Date Night)

The pork bánh mì is so, so good. My obsession with this Vietnamese sandwich started with a little shop hidden in the back of a jewelry store in New York City’s Chinatown:

“How good could this sandwich possibly be, as you find it, pass the glass cases of jade bracelets and gold necklaces, and finally get the food in some bags to go, only to wander around the bustling streets of Manhattan for another half hour looking for a place to sit down and eat? (Continue reading)

8. Appointment at Tooth-Hurty

This short post about a trip to the dentist flowed out of me fully edited the moment I got home. I shared the feeling of peace I got from letting go of a grievance.

“I stare at a spot on the ceiling, bright blue sky, white clouds, pink spring blossoms in the corner of the light box. I once would have clung to this, a haven in my anxiety, but now I don’t care. Throw whatever you want at me. Pain. Blood. Small talk. Scheduling. I’ll endure. I tell myself, ‘You think this is bad? This ain’t bad.’” (Continue reading)

9. Deleted moments

I mused about getting an old roll of film developed in these days of digital photography. After my dad had passed away that nearly forgotten day at his backyard pool loomed large:

“Years after my father died I found an old camera with a half-used roll of film from an afternoon my kids and I spent with him in his backyard pool. I had switched to a digital camera and never finished the roll. After my nostalgic afternoon going through the drawer of old photos, I shot off the rest of the roll and dropped it off to be developed.” (Continue reading)

10. How to Hike Mount Washington When You’re Young and Clueless (in 33 Easy Steps)

I told about a bumbling Mount Washington hike in a 33-item list:

“3. Arrive at noon when it’s 100 degrees and the exact worst time to begin hiking a mountain.
“4. Gasp for breath at 12:10 p.m.
“5. Ask yourself why you are doing this at 12:11 p.m.
“6. Stop hiking to take a photo to fool your husband into pausing so you can catch your breath.
“7. Stop hiking to take a drink.” (Continue reading)

11. Marcy climbed Marcy: She was a beast

An awesome, challenging hike to the top of New York state really, really will be my retirement from challenging hikes (?):

“I love the beginning of every hike. The buzz from the road quickly fades away and is replaced by the gurgles of streams and the rustling of the wind through the trees. For long stretches of time, the cares of the outside world fade away too, with the only concerns being which line of stones to take across a stream, or the looming thunderstorm that quickens my steps.” (Continue reading)

12. I might be a replicant

I published this post before Westworld came into the world, and I am now thinking of the Turing Test more than ever:

“After watching the fascinating film Ex Machina, I fell into a rabbit hole reading about the Turing Test, sidled over to whether the Blade Runner replicant test counted as a Turing Test, and ended up scoring a 54 percent likelihood that I myself am a replicant. It’s a simplistic test, so I wasn’t too fazed. That is, I wasn’t too fazed until my husband scored as more likely to be a human than I.” (Continue reading)

And a few more pictures…

Jewel-toned one-pot pasta: Beets cleaning an extra pot

Christmas Milk and Cookie Shot

Anyone for tennis?

Feeling Blueberry

This has been a year of changes and challenges. Thanks to the readers who visit and comment. I would love to hear about your 2016 or your plans for 2017.

Happy New Year!

    Royal typewriter. My dad used this typewriter in the Army in the 1950s, and I typed college papers on it in the early 1980s. I think it is a Royal Magic Margin, a model that was introduces in 1938. 

Sincerely, Paula  

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