Buddy Blurb #2: Black and Whites Thursday, Sep 25 2008 

No, not the cookies, photographs.  I love B/W photo’s from ages gone by.  I tend to like photography of all sorts because it reminds of short stories and poetry–that frozen moment in time that gets passed on.

Some of them are what I call instant relatives:

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Check out those faces and those clothes.  An earlier era caught in time.

Others just seem to make me focus on the details without the distraction of color.  Note the boy in trying to get away without helping to water the plants.

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In our ‘water closet’ on the wall opposite where we sit, I have one of those frames that are two sheets of glass and your contents ‘float’ in it.  Mine are three B/W snaps I found in a box at an vintage flea market, killing time one day in New York when I up there for a convention that sucked was better for the things I did by myself than the meetings I attended.

These three spoke to me, and so I put them all together, even though they are clearly unrelated.  One is of two small children, a boy and girl, c. 1910, playing in a yard.  One is an outdoor shot of a crowd of men and women, black and white in skin color as well as photo color, c. 1920, crowded around four women seated around a table playing a card game.  The last, from the 1940’s, features a middle-aged couple.  The man is dressed in a 3 pc suit and tie, sitting in an easy chair, incongruously wearing his slippers.  The woman stands behind a card table, dressed in her Sunday lacy suit, holding a small blackboard upon which is chalked: “Bonjour Pierrot.”

These 3 give me plenty to think about when I’m closeted away, although I admit I frequently take a book in there with me.  But the questions roll and differ with each “sitting.”  How could children play with such a long dress?  What are they pouring out of that battered pail?  In the card game, where would such a mixed crowd gather easily in this time frame?  A palm tree in one corner gives me a hint that this may be a place like Moracco or Tangiers, surely that wrought iron light on the building is Art Deco?  The women’s chairs are metal bentwood, but what game are they playing that interests the gathering?  Did the man think his feel wouldn’t be in that photo, so he put his slippers on after church?  Who is Pierrot?  I’ve decided the cloth thrown over the card table has bunches of purple grapes, green stems and a red border.  Why?  Because I can.

Can’t you just feel yourself walking toward this mother, outside a Paris cemetary?

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Can’t you smelland taste the crispy crusts of the bread in the window at this bakery in NY’s Little Italy?

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Can’t you inhale the mix of fog and fumes in this oldie?

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I can.

Over or Under? Tuesday, Sep 23 2008 

Auntie M is interested in getting your opinion on a conundrum that pesters her.  Doc and I have this running argument about which way the towel paper roll should be put in:

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Ours looks kinda like this and lies sideways.  Doc put it on like this, too, but when you yank it, it just rolls and rolls away with itself.

I put it in so the new paper hangs down the back, allowing me to tear off what I need.

And this applies to toilet paper, too, the same disagreement.

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Again, I feel it just rolls away with itself when it hangs down the front.

Maybe it’s a left kind of thing, cause I am.  When we took pottery classes I had a tough time with the wheel because it only spun in one direction, and it wasn’t the way I wanted it to go… Doc says I’m nuts, but besides that, in all the hotels it’s always hanging HIS way.

Which side of this do YOU come down on?

PS Doc’s birthday dinner went off without a hitch and everyone loved the molasses cake.  Next year I’m going to give him a Hogwarts sleepover, like Jenn on the Edge did for her daughter!

Doc’s Big Day Saturday, Sep 20 2008 

Tomorrow is Doc’s birthday, and Auntie M is busy today cooking and baking for a dinner party in the afternoon.  Per his request, we are grilling a whole  20 lb. turkey on the porch.

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Sides will be a tomato casserole, as Doc would eat them three times a day if he could,

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a mixed squash casserole with onion, thyme and fenugreek, and mashed yams with brown sugar (Splenda) and orange.  Yeast rolls glazed with honey butter on the side.

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He asked for a molasses cake with plums and apple baked on top, served with fresh whipped cream~ is that enough are you still hungry?

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Befores will be steamed shrimp from our own waters, fresh mozzarella with TOMATO and basil, and of course, can’t have a nice meal down south without deviled eggs.

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And yes, I pipe them just like in the snap.  Much less messier that way.

Thanks to all the other bloggers whose food photo’s I used.  Now I’ve got to get crackin’!

Didja see him? Friday, Sep 19 2008 

HOUSE in all his cranky glory Tuesday night in the season opener.  House with his limp and cane, his needs-to-be-shaved face, his haunted look that says he just needs the right woman to take care of him.  House who probably had too much to do with the death of his best friend’s girlfriend and now has lost the best pal he had, maybe, probably, as this is just pure fiction.

And I know that, for sure.  But it’s the best way to get a weekly fix of James Hugh Calum Laurie.

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BIG SIGH~

Trust me, this is MUCH better than reading about my computer woes, a hard disc full when it’s not, a new one that is installed today and still getting error messages, my threats to throw this crappy much-needed piece of sh$* modern technology in the sink disposal and grind it into tiny little pieces closet until I can deal with it again, calmly, tomorrow~

Say Goodnight, Auntie M. . .

Another Man ILDF Wednesday, Sep 17 2008 

Those of you who know and love Auntie M might figure out that the above acronym means that if this person walked into my house, there is no question I’d spread my chubby thighs I’d Lay Down For him in a heartbeat, whether he wanted an old hag like me or not.  Doc has already been warned he has no say in this matter and totally gets it.  See what a good guy I’m married to?

After Colin Firth and Hugh Laurie, Daniel Craig  and Johnny Depp, we cannot forget Clive Owen, he of the green eyes and sculpted face.

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I just found out he’s a Libra!  As I am, Oct. 8th coming around way too fast.  So that’s why we seem so sympatico, in the words of my friend Nina, who tosses Italian into her conversation the way Green Girl tosses in French  (I took German in HS and rarely toss it anywhere).  just look at how kind and warm he is, and he cleans up well, too:

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Did I mention he has green eyes?  I actually modeled one of my detectives after him in a novel.  Although Ned O’Malley doesn’t know it, he’s a clone of Clive, except for the accent.

AND Clive was in the movie Children of Men, which was based on a novel by my idol, P.D. James.  That makes him a double dynamo.  And did I mention those lovely green eyes?

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The next time you open a magazine and see a Lancome ad with this gentleman’s face and sexy green eyes looking directly at your triangle bush nether region heart, don’t say I didn’t warn you~

My Current Addictions Wednesday, Sep 17 2008 

Green Girl has tagged me to related my current addictions, based on the five senses.  Here goes:

Smell: When Doc wears “1903” from J Peterman, I want to jump his bones.  Seriously, I just want to keep close to him so I can inhale this scent. It’s like a walk in a forest.

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It comes in a yew wood bottle and has a woodsy, leathery scent.  The formal description also says it has citrus notes of bergamot ( the base of Earl Grey tea, my fave) and green notes, and herbal notes of clary sage and cardamom.  All of these scents are found in nature and It rocks, trust me.  {I like it so much I’ve worn it on occasion myself}.

Touch: If my grandson Kevin was here, it would definitely be his chunky arms and legs.  But since he lives in Minnesota, I’ll go with Radar, our Italian Spinone.  The top of his head, his ears, under his chin, and his whole undercarriage are some of the silkiest areas I’ve ever felt on a dog.  In fact, along his back is the only real stiff area of his coat, completely different.

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Sight: Doc and Auntie M are fortunate to live on the Pungo River, in northeastern NC.  When I am at my kitchen sink, a large window looks through our screened porch right out to the river, a view I never tire of.  The birds, the passing boats, the water–in all seasons, it’s a sight that never fails to soothe me.  My favorite time is dusk.

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TASTE: Coconut cake topped with coconut ice cream–remember, I’m a coconut slut!

SOUND:  There’s something about Itzhak Perlman playing the theme from “Schindler’s List” that moves me to tears, no matter how many times I hear it.  This man makes the violin an extension of his arm and hand.  His masterful interpretation of John William’s melody manages to communicate a sense of bittersweet poignancy I find devastating and emotional.

So that’s it, bared my soul for y’all~

New Season Saturday, Sep 13 2008 

Auntie M is happy she DVR’ed the season opener of Bones. https://i2.wp.com/www.criticsrant.com/Images/criticsrant_com/TV_Bones/bones_main.jpg

Now she has something to watch this weekend whilst Doc is into his racing.

At our house we have to watch a ton of forensic shows, and Doc is very patient with me over that, largely because as a mystery writer I’m always on the lookout for something to use in my books.

And you all know by now I’m a slave to Mystery on Sunday nights.  But the one new season opener I am most looking forward to?  No guess here, it’s that luscious Hugh Laurie and the irascible doctor he plays on House:

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For this one, it’s NOT the highly implausible and over-the-top medical plotlines that keep me glued–the nurse in me has a hearty laugh along with Doc usually at least once every show.  No, it’s the impeccable American accent this actor manages each and every time he’s on the air.  I defy anyone who’s a watcher to point out ONE single time he’s lapsed into his normal Brit-speak.

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AND he plays the piano, really really well.  AND he’s still married to his first wife (of 18 years, with 3 kids):https://i1.wp.com/cm1.dotspotter.com/media/0/58/19/hughlaurie.0.0.0x0.432x370.jpeg

Maybe I like that he’s so tall and she’s so tiny, like Doc and me.  Maybe I’m just a sucker for an accent (I admit that one freely).  Maybe I like that he hates being separated from his family when he’s in LA filming and they’re back in London.  Maybe I like that he’s not afraid to try different acting forms, from comedy with Emma Thompson in his early days to playing Wooster to Stephen Fry’s Jeeves, to being a dark doctor from New Jersey who limps.

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I know, it’s those dimples!

Dream On Thursday, Sep 11 2008 

I would be remiss if I didn’t have a moment of silence for those who lost their lives on 9/11************************************************************

My cousin’s daughter managed to get out and is now part of a Staircase Survivors Group.  It haunts her still.  Such a tragic waste of humanity.

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Auntie M is known for her vivid dreams, in color too, long stories that wind around and sometimes even have a point.  Last night I helped to catch a rapist.  I was at the questioning because I was writing a story about how police detectives work, of course.  It helped that I was catching up on DVR’ed shows and had watched two hours back to back of The Closer just before sleep.  That’s how the FBI got involved, in the form of Kyra Sedgewick’s TV honey Jon Tenney:

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Also on hand were Gabriel Byrne, because I’d just read an article about him, and of course, my team was headed by Inspector Lynley:

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Havers was nowhere in sight thankfully

As this dream continued, several men were interviewed.  Somehow, with my highly developed deductive reasoning skills attained from too many mysteries read and digested, I was able to point Lynley on to the culprit.  There was just something about him that didn’t ring true, and sure enough, when we both investigated his alibi, there was a significant hour missing.  Then Lynley noted some mixed phone lines, while I checked out his butt helped him, and well, the rest was history, as the rapist was led away in handcuffs.  Lynley thanked me with typical British restraint, his hand hovering over my shoulder but never quite touching it.

Maybe tonight I’ll have the X-rated version.

A girl can dream, can’t she?

An Expert in Murder Sunday, Sep 7 2008 

Looking for a neat and unusual novel to keep your brain stimulated?  Try Nicola Upson’s, aptly titled novel.  The expert in question could be the central character, real-life novelist and playwright Josephine Tey.  Set in the 1930’s, the book follows Tey from Scotland to London for the last week of performances of one of her plays.  All seems well for the reclusive author until events that start in the southbound train set in motion a series of events that involve the novelist in a series of murders too close to home.

The fictional story set against the background of the real-life character, and featuring Tey herself, are better done here than some of the other knock-off’s we’ve seen lately, featuring Conan Doyle or Jane Austen solving cases.  Upson gets the period details just right, keeps things interesting, and peppers her plot with enough twists to keep you guessing.  And with a recommendation from P D James, who could resist? Enjoy!

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Auntie M and Doc decided to stay another day in the Catkskills after a quick visit to the local ER yesterday for some antibiotics.  Apparently Hanna only left some cracks in the concrete walk of our dock, which shouldn’t have happened, but it’s something we can take care of when we get home.

In the meantime, I’m heading outside to the lovely fall weather to enjoy an old Laura Lippman I tracked down, In Big Trouble.  I finally learned how to get in and out of the hammock and intend to enjoy it one last dahttps://i1.wp.com/www.cataloocheemountaincabin.com/images/Hammock_Fall2007.jpgy.

Stone Soup Thursday, Sep 4 2008 

Today Auntie M left Middle Son and his Wife hard at work on their Master’s stuff and drove off into the mountains in the direction of Ballston Spa, where we knew there was a huge antiques emporium just waiting for our credit card.

We stopped for lunch nearby at a place called The Whistling Tea Kettle, where I had a tea called Earl Grey Cream and Doc had iced Huckleberry.  He bought some loose Giverny Monet to take home after smelling its combo of chocolate, pineapple and walnut.  We ate panini’s and salad, and forged out, bellies full and ready to do our damage on the goods waiting to be discovered.

We poured through sheet music from the 1920’s and furniture from the 1860’s.  We sighed over the patina of old woods and inspected china and pottery for chips and flaws.  We sifted through boxes of ‘smalls’ and baskets of linens, and eventually came away with a few keepers of to take home.

Just how successful were we? (I can hear you out there asking.)  We managed to find a small fleur-de-lys pin for moi (we have them all over our house as our ’emblem,’ representing the two of us and our blended family of Our Three Sons.  There was a very inexpensive but delightfully starched and pressed tablecloth, some tiny plates with roses for Mom and Friends Back Home, but our Big Purchases boiled down to two:

One was from a neat place called Genevieve’s, which is named after the owner’s grandmother, and is a metal trellis with FIVE fleur-de-lys that Doc found.  I am now designing a flower box to go on our screened porch for year-round flowers that will climb their way up this trellis–once Doc builds the flowers box, of course.  Neat.

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Find Two was Doc’s, who sometimes surprises me.  This year Paramedic Son finally has a holiday off–he’ll have all day of Thanksgiving, so we will have a big family dinner with assorted guests at our house.  Doc spied a huge turkey platter with eight matching plates, all with different scenes of turkeys in the wild, and bargained them down to a reasonable price.  We’ll christian them this November, use the platter at least all year round, and recall our trip to the Catskills whenever we do.  Did I mention that Doc’s fave adult bev of choice is Bourbon?  You got it–Wild Turkey!

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