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Run, run, Rudolph

When I hear about people hitting deer, they’re driving along remote country roads or freeways, usually at night.

I almost hit one in front of my house.

It was dark. I had picked up Gaby from the groomers, and was talking to her and looking out the passenger side window to see if the local newspaper was sitting in the open-ended mailbox at the end of the driveway when I saw movement. Then a big deer trotted across the road in front of the car. A *big* deer. It was at least 10 feet away, but still. If I hadn’t been slowing down, I probably would have hit it.

It trotted off, followed by a buddy. I don’t know what they were munching on in the neighbor’s yard. I do think they’ve been snacking on the yews in my side yard. For the last two years, the poor things have had their branches stripped. I should probably dig them up, but so far they’ve been rebounding over the summer. Just in time for the next round of winter snacking.

Gaby got her winter bath and trim. She’s all fluffed out, and the mud has been removed. The groomer tied a cute little holly-dotted scarf around her neck, which I will leave in until tomorrow morning. Can’t risk King grabbing it and pulling on it during play.

The groomer had written “good girl” on Gaby’s receipt. Well, yes, she is. Mostly.

It was still on the warm side today–40s–but windy and getting colder. A soup/stew day. I chopped up the last of Sunday’s roast chicken and added it to the French oven along with the roasted veggies–fennel, onion, carrots, garlic–some corn, and barley. Let a fond build up, then added a cup of sauvignon blanc and a cup and a half or so of Sunday’s stock. 4 cups water. After the barley had cooked, I thickened the mess with gumbo file. A very hearty soup resulted. More like a stew. Good with bread and butter.

And finally, for those of us who still miss Calvin & Hobbes….

Rain all day yesterday and most of the night. I had been able to take the dog towels off the floor over the course of the week, but now they’re back down and already a mess. Supposed to clear today, after which comes the cold. Possibilities of light snow, though not enough to require firing up of the snow thrower.

Why do I have a feeling that my having acquired said snow thrower pretty much guarantees a mild, snowless winter? November was unseasonably mild, and December is starting the same way. But snow means clean puppy paws, at least until the dread March thaw. Constant rain means that there won’t be enough dog towels in the world.

Baked more cookies yesterday, as the crystallized ginger I had ordered from King Arthur arrived. This was soft chopped ginger, however, which I learned means that it comes packed in some of its syrup. I took care to leave liquid behind when I took out what was needed, but it still meant more liquid in the cookies. This dough came out a bit stickier than usual, but the cookies are more moist inside and have more of a gingery bite. I may stick with this type of ginger in the future, although if I used 100% all-purpose flour instead of 50:50 white:white w/w, the dough would likely be waaaaay too sticky/wet.

Quiet day. Harry Potter movies playing in the background. Working through the morning. Dinner will consist of breaded/fried beef liver with roasted veggies and mashed potatoes. I love liver. Call it a weakness.

Currently reading Richard Kadrey’s KILL THE DEAD, and liking it. Lucifer is my favorite character so far. Go figure.

Sunday?

It’s the 4th day of the long holiday weekend, and I officially am confused as to what day it is. Opened my eyes this morning, and thought it was Monday. So glad I was wrong.

Tomorrow, when I think it’s Monday, I won’t be wrong. That hurts.

Rained the whole blessed day yesterday, a light mist followed by steadier stuff. Looks like it’s finally pushed out, taking the unseasonable warm with it. Now it’s 40F, with a stiff breeze. 20s tonight. I’ve disconnected the garden hoses, but have left them looped outside for the moment. Need to figure out where to store them. Hung them on hooks in the garage last year, but they weighed too much and pulled said hooks out of the studs. I could just lay them atop something, but unless they’re secured they tend to slither and spread about. My fault for not thinking this through when it was warm. I’ll figure something out.

At least the basement stayed dry.

Christmas lights are still on, which means the timer isn’t working. I have another one, so I will switch them out when I put out the garbage around lunchtime. It’s just too damned uninviting now, grey and damp and cold. The only natural brightness comes from the prairie fire crabapple, which is filled with tiny red apples. The squirrels have left them because they only eat them as a last resort, likely because they’re bitter. The Louisa crabapple’s little gold apples must therefore be sweet, because they were stripped weeks ago.

Friday’s Cranberry-Orange Cake came out well. Not as sweet as I feared, although the syrup could use a little lemon juice or something. The recipe would work for muffins as well, if that’s what’s preferred.

Hoping for a quiet day free of horking dogs and other issues. Sundays always go by so quickly. It’s going to be 5pm before I know it.

Writing tip of the day: Prepositions often aren’t necessary, I’ve found. “She walked to the back of the house” works as well as “She walked around to the back of the house,” depending on how the scene’s been set up. Yesterday, I pondered “swallowed down,” and wound up removing the “down.” Swallowing only goes in one direction, at least for humans, so ‘down’ is redundant. “Choked back.” “Choked down.” “Bit back.” There, the preposition might be necessary, but I have found over time that I can remove a goodly number of them without forsaking clarity.

Saturday morning, too early

Heard rustling in the dark. Checked the clock. 230am. Listened. Thought it was Gaby at first, as that is her usual Bathroom! Mom! time. But the step was too heavy and there was the clinking of dog tags besides. That meant King.

Turned on the light to find him staring at me from the bedroom doorway, and told him to lie down. I didn’t want to let him out because I suspected he sensed an animal in the yard, and I really didn’t want to deal with a barkfest in the middle of the night.

Then I saw that he was licking his lips and swallowing, licking his lips and swallowing. Oh hell. If I didn’t want to have to break out the heavy duty floor cleaner, I needed to let him outside.

I let him out, and he immediately started chomping grass, that frantic rummage I remember so well from his severe gastritis days in mid-2007. There isn’t much of the long stuff left, so he darted from one spot to another, pulling at whatever blades he could find. After a minute or so of this, he ran around to the back of the garage. I grabbed my coat and went after him, braced for sounds of retching, and rounded the garage just as he started barking at the rear gate and sniffing the fence line. He ran back and forth for a bit, trotted back to the deck, took a long drink from the ever-present water bowl, then stood by the back door and waited for me to let him in. I debated, since the prospect of mopping up a really big puddle of half-digested grass lacked appeal, but let him in anyway. He waited by the bakers rack for a snack, which I declined to give him, so he returned to his bed and settled in, grumbling a bit as usual. After a few minutes, the sounds of soft snoring emanated from his corner.

It took me a little longer to get back to sleep. I feared that the gut bomb would hit and I wouldn’t get him out in time. But the snoring continued, and I must have relaxed because the next thing I knew, it was 7am. Found nothing untoward in any of the rooms. Fed everyone. King and Gaby are now dozing in the living room, Herself on the couch and HRH on the dog bed.

I still don’t know what happened. I think King’s stomach adventures are so indelibly etched that any hint of tummy rumbles or heartburn panic him and drive him to the grass. But it settles quickly, so he then goes about his business and leaves me to wonder WTF??? At 230am, when the mind tends to wander.

Damn dog.

My Black Friday shopping consisted of quick trips to the local grocery store and drug store. The grocery store was almost empty–the produce guy told me that it will remain slow until late next week, and that folks are told that if they have any vacation time left, this is the time to take it.

Today, work. Dinner will likely be the beef veggie soup. At some point, I need to tweak the holiday lights. They stayed on all night, which means the timer didn’t. It’s cloudy. 50s, with a cool-off coming. I don’t mind that the decorations are lit since they brighten things up.

*spla*

Lots of recipe/food discussion. Be warned.

The initial plan, formulated this morning, was a simple one. Buy the few things needed for Thanksgiving, then come home and write.

So. On the way to the grocery store, I stopped by the hardware big box to look for a nice shelving unit. I am trying to salvage the three hanging basket lavender plants that I bought a month or so ago by wintering them indoors, but the things are freakin’ huge. They didn’t fit on the small shelving unit that I had set in front of the one window in this house that has decent southern exposure, so I looked for different shelving. Found a nice chrome wire unit, like those you see in walk-in pantries–OMG, do I want a walk-in pantry some day–and snapped it up.

Then came groceries, which included all the fresh veggies for the Turkey Day not-a-turkey. I’m making beef short ribs this year, with buttermilk mashed potatoes and roasted Brussels sprouts, and I didn’t want to wait until the last minute to get what was needed.

Home. Fed pups. Fed me. Assembled shelving unit. Moved large lavender baskets onto same. Yea, they fit, as do the other herb pots. Then I saw the mess atop the dining room table, and something in me snapped. Culled catalogs and sorted receipts, bills, notes, and all the other effluvia–it’s not perfect, but it’s a hella better than it was. Some order achieved. I can take clutter for a little while, but at some point I need to regain control of my space, that’s just how it goes.

Then I made marmalade. At least, I started making marmalade. It’s a two-stage recipe. First stage consists of boiling the sliced fruit in water, taking it off the heat and adding the sugar, then letting the mix sit at room temp overnight. Tomorrow, I cook the stuff until it’s that rich orangy-brown color. I’m not trying any fancy additions like whisky or liqueurs for this first effort. I just want to see if I can make something that tastes better than the store-bought stuff, which just doesn’t thrill me. I didn’t use Seville oranges or Meyer lemons, just navels and plain ol’ little lemons.

Then, I made cookies. My standby ginger cookies.** As usual, I substituted white whole wheat flour for half the all-purpose. I usually wind up with a drier dough as a result, but this time I ended up with something downright crumbly. In the past, I added additional molasses to moisten things up, and wound up overwhelming the ginger and spices. This time, I just worked with it as is. The warmth from my hands was enough to soften the dough balls so they held together, though I had to handle them carefully. But the resulting cookies were good, a little crisp outside and very light inside.

I was finally able to sit down a little after 7. One load of laundry’s in the washer, another in the dryer. Hockey on in the background. Pups are asleep. My feet hurt. I need more coffee. Time to write.

Where in hell did the day go?

**If it seems as though I make a lot of Ina Garten recipes, well, I do. Her food is basic, relatively simple to make, and tasty.

Saturday morning

Nothing new on tap. Coffee has been drunk and self fed. Pups have eaten and are now dozing. It’s a cloudy, breezy fall morning, with winds expected to pick up later in the day. Here’s hoping the power stays on. It went out for a couple of hours yesterday. I wasn’t home at the time, so the pups had to contend with the beeping UPS. They don’t like the beeping UPS. They were happy to see me come home.

Grocery shopping to be done. And later, cookie baking! Ginger-spice. The house is going to smell very Thanksgivingish.

Hawks lost last night to the Flames, dammit. I blame Canucks hangover. I think that rivalry burns a bit hotter than the one with the Wings, but that’s just my opinion.

Sunday morning, spam post of the day

“Great hammer of Thor, that is powerfully hlefpul!”

Glad I could be of service.

In other news, it’s a sunny, calm morning…as long as the dog across the street doesn’t bark at folks walking/biking on the trail, setting off mine in the process.

I wish this were Saturday. I need a weekend reboot.

Music. Ivy released a new collection after years of gafiating. I like All Hours quite a bit, but I’m an 80s/90s pop/electronica fan. Lush. St Etienne. Delerium. Belle & Sebastian. The aforementioned Ivy. Good background music for sunny fall days.

Oh well, need to work. One load of laundry in the washer, another in the dryer. Morning’s almost gone. Sundays are, I swear, at least 30% shorter than other days.

Sunday morning, dozing pups

Late Sunday morning. I had the Monday mutters as soon as I let Gaby out for her oh-hell-thirty restroom jaunt, and they’ve gotten worse since. Seems that all Sunday does is remind me that Monday is just around the corner. Phooey.

It’s not all that chilly outside yet, but it still felt like an Irish oats breakfast morning. So I made enough for 5-6 servings and poured the leftovers in a loaf pan. After they cool, it’s in the fridge with them. During the week, I just have to slice off a serving, add milk etc, and heat up. Stuff gets a little mushy toward the end, but it’s still tasty.

In addition to tomato plant destruction, baking also occurred yesterday. I had, surprise, overripe bananas, but wasn’t in the mood for bread. So I found this recipe for Banana Cookies, and decided to try it. The resulting cookies are good, light, but very cake-like. And hygroscopic–they have softened noticeably since I put them in the cookie jar. If you like a very soft cookie, you may like it. Otherwise, there are recipes out there for more “cookie-like” banana cookies. Problem is, they deal with the softness by reducing the amount of banana, which only solves part of the problem.

Oh well. A little more pecking around, then I need to work. Freedom-the-program (as opposed to the concept) has come in handy as of late. The mere fact of needing to reboot the MacBook is enough to keep me from going online. Granted, I do have an iPad and another laptop, but I leave them alone BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE TO GET UP AND GO TO ANOTHER ROOM TO USE THEM. It’s that simple hit-the-icon-and-go aspect of surfing that’s so deadly, at least for me.

Later….

Sunday afternoon, with small engine sounds

God, the days don’t get any better. 70s. Sunny. I spent the day on the deck working, shifting the deck brollie around to keep the sun off the screen. Only things in the sky were ghost images, silvery or white. Gulls. Jets, tiny as ice crystals, flying so high that that their contrails vanished almost immediately. Two white butterflies dancing mad helices around one another until they vanished behind some trees.

The pups have been active, dashing around and barking and playing between short, restorative naps. At some point, they unearthed a tennis ball. King has it now, and is currently lying on his back, ball in his mouth and feet in the air, while Gaby barks at him and tries to grab it away.

Most of the day was quiet, but I can hear a chainsaw down the street. Neighbor is splitting logs with a gas log splitter. Someone mowed their lawn and someone else is building something. Hammers banging.

I don’t want this day to end and it’s already too late. Sun’s down behind the trees and the air has cooled. I should pack up and go inside, but I don’t want to. I never want Mondays to come, but I really wish this next one would get lost along the way.

However many things make a post

1) It’s the 8th of October. I still have tomatoes on the vine, ran the A/C for an hour or so as the temp outside hit 80F, and ate dinner on the deck in shirtsleeves, shorts, and flip flops. Tomorrow could be our 8th straight day of 100% sunshine, which would set a record for October.

2) Next weekend, daytime highs could be in the 40s.

3) King had his last loading dose of Adequan on Tuesday. He was fine until Wednesday evening, when he became a little listless and refused dinner. I swore that if Mr Floor-Licker ever refused food, I would bundle him straight to the doggy ER, but instead I held off and kept an eye on him. He came around a few hours later, and by the next morning was back to his old self. Adequan can cause mild GI upset. It’s also possible that King munched something outside that disagreed. I won’t discuss all the things that ran through my mind as I waited for him to return to normal. He’s an old puppy. I try not to think about it.

4) Today was a haircut day. I had tried growing it out, but once it hit chin-length it just went all blah and boring. So it’s short and shaggy again. My long hair days are no more. Hell, my medium hair days are no more.

5) The Small Assassin claimed another victim this week. A squirrel. The chipmunk, to my surprise, remains at large. I have spotted it on the front step a few times, and hope it has the good sense to stay out of the backyard. It’s a little depressing to have to dispose of the little bodies.