Monthly Archives: July 2010
Spiders and beetles and toads, oh my
Like many women I know, I hate insects. If I were in South Philly, I’d say they skeeve me- or I skeeve them- I’ve never been sure of the exact usage. Insects can turn me into a raving lunatic, a … Continue reading
The car will be ready tomorrow- and the check’s in the mail.
This morning, Buddha and I wound our way up the steep, earth and gravel road to Raul’s. He’s the friendly neighborhood mechanic who’s been working on our 1986 Toyota Land Cruiser. We’re fairly certain that our car used to be … Continue reading
Garlic heaven
Last night, the kitchen was redolent of garlic, as it usually is when I cook. By far, I love garlic more than any other spice. Folk wisdom has it that the health benefits of garlic are staggering. A Google search … Continue reading
Osa, Adieu
Hobbes has come out from behind the sofa. Who knows what’s going on in his little pea-brain, but I suspect he knows that Osa is no longer lurking outside every window and door, waiting to give chase. The Himalaya Anxocare … Continue reading
Osa, we hardly knew Ye
We admitted defeat this week, and wondered aloud to her owners, Mike and Sandy, if there had been a plan B for Osa’s care. We’d grown fond of her, but neither Hobbes nor Noir had. And that’s why I was … Continue reading
Every nitwit for herself: driving to the city
To get to San Jose, the capital, from Pursical, we have to drive through the mountains for almost an hour, depending on the traffic. Around each curve, the vistas of the Central Valley will take your breath away, if you’re … Continue reading
Chicken-chaser strikes again
The chicken-chaser struck again yesterday. It happened moments after I drove around the bend towards our house and saw Buddha, waiting to guide me in, as always. That’s the German shepherd in him, I imagine. He likes to prance in … Continue reading
It could happen: we could wake up
I’ve just read a piece in the New York Times about the stiff competition among Ivy League graduates for a berth in Teach for America, a program designed to recruit and train teachers for poor, urban schools: <http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/12/education/12winerip.html?scp=2&sq=education&st=cse> When Ivy … Continue reading
A slice of life
The first time my mother baked bread, the story goes, the loaves were more like bricks than bread. Mom tried to re-write history by trashing the evidence. But she didn’t get away with the crime: on trash pick-up day, much … Continue reading
News from Camp Buddha
No good deed goes unpunished. That may not be true, but it sure seems like it right now. The good deed involved volunteering to care for Osa, the puppy lab. Who knew how hard it would be? Continue reading
