This little farm is a stone’s throw from here. Its family of many years has grown up, grown older and grown away. Holding on to the place is no longer a reasonable option for the next generation. I asked permission to take photos a while back and today I spent an hour walking the land. It’s easy to imagine a simpler time when carriages rode up and down the long drive, livestock occupied the barnyard and the blacksmith was an occasional visitor. It’s clear the place was loved. My hope is that someone will love it again, just as it was before.
Makes me wonder
I just had a blog comment conversation with a fellow blogger who’s observations on life are pretty straight up and hilarious too. I asked what he knew about those weird rope-like neck things I’ve seen major league baseball players (and it’s now reached into little league circles, too) and the answer surprised me.
So I googled..and I found exactly what he said…
They are necklaces embedded with titanium. “More common in major league clubhouses than 24-karat gold chains are $23 nylon necklaces, produced in Japan and distributed to athletes looking for the latest edge. Representatives from Phiten, a company based in Japan that sells the necklaces, say the nylon is coated in a titanium solution that can help improve circulation and reduce muscle stress.” Many players feel the necklace gives them more energy and they heal faster from muscle injuries.
These are the specs:
Size: About 20” (50cm)
Front: Nylon 100%
Reverse: Cotton 65%, Polyester 35%
Middle layer: Silicone impregnated with Carbonized Titanium (IMPREGNATED!)
Very interesting article about this very debate… http://www.scienceline.org/2008/10/ask-fox-phiten-necklace/
*sigh* Have you seen them? It’s just my personal opinion, of course, but I think they look silly. Like grown men sporting a teen fad…remember the sharks tooth necklace, the macrame bracelet or choker that you never took off, not even in the shower? Do they really believe these things give them an edge? As the above article implies, there are arguments for both sides. Power of Suggestion and Placebo effect make more sense to me than believing these necklaces weild power.
As usual, Japan’s on to something.
Hey, I’ve got a bridge for sale………
Scenic Route 100, Vermont
We handcuffed the kids to the inside of the truck so that we could spend some quality family time on a scenic ride up north today. (bread and water were provided, sanity wasn’t part of the deal).
I can happily report we all seemed to enjoy the trip once the heavy sighs and eye-rolling and proclamation of ruination of any kind of social life subsided. Duct tape had nothing to do with it, I swear.
Vermont’s Route 100 is one of the most scenic roads in New England with incredible mountain views. Running north-south, it starts at the Canadian border and ends at the Vermont/Massachusetts border.
My Blaze of Glory
Lucky
When I was young and daydreamed of keeping a pony in our tiny side yard ( our house backed up to a dead-end street-no backyard), I had a horse shoe. It was given to me by my dads good friend who had a farm upstate. That shoe was cherished. It was a touchstone…something a real horse had worn, something tangible I could hold in my hand, even in the shadow of the city. It was a bridge to a hopeful future filled with horses.
Turns out there have been more than a few horses in that future, and I’ve got a great little quarter horse sidekick now to plod along autumn trails and dusty roads. To have been able to fulfill this dream, I consider myself lucky.
And I still love horse shoes. I’ve got an idea for a piece of artwork… and this is just the beginning.
Before and After – Side Door Entry
Bench picked up in an anitque shop whos owner is very generous with his prices. Looks to me like an old pew, maybe? I want to call it a Deacon’s bench, but I don’t truly know what that is, as I am new to paying attention to these things..
Bathroom door.. and this sink is the smartest idea I contributed to the design of the rebuilt house. It’s the DOG SINK. All of my dog supplies are under there, and this sink is where I give them baths when they are filthy from the yard, make their meals and clean up their dishes, leashes, collars, etc.
This is another piece of eco-friendly furniture by my friend Art. If you’ve read this blog in earlier days, you may remember he makes furniture out of old material from dismantled houses and barns.. like windows, doors, barn siding, etc. There are usually atleast three different paint colors involved too….
And since it’s a miserable rainy morning made for lazyness and I’m walking around with the camera doing nothing productive anyway, here’s what we’re doing outside too…
The commute is zero and the taxes are virtually nothing! 🙂

Recipe for Sunday Sauce
You know I love to share recipes… however, this Sunday Sauce is the old world family recipe of great friend Matthew Olerio, handed down from generation to generation. We almost had to kidnap his wife’s beloved dog to get it out of him. So I cannot divulge this recipe, one that includes several secret weapons ( like 1 shallot minced instead of onions, garlic thin sliced and mashed, NO PASTE, NO OREGANO, NO SUGAR, a large can of Hunts Tomato Sauce as well as two cans of San Marzano! tomatoes crushed in a food processor, some parsley, some basil…might be a few shakes of garlic powder and pepper too). Sweet Italian sausage sauteed in olive oil and his killer beef/bread/egg/parsley/butter/pepper meatballs have something to do with it …..although last night I made RAO’s Frank and Anna Pellegrino meatball recipe because sometimes that’s how I roll.
I could tell you the rest… but then I’de have to kill you.
Fugedabowdit.
Sunday Sauce
Buzz Off
Should I be reading more into this? I’m getting visions of Amityville Horror here, I’m not kidding. For those of you who might have also been horror show obsessed back in the day, remember the flies?
We’ve got them. In the hundreds. All over the house. But they especially like to taunt you when you’re eating, typing on the computer or trying to brush your teeth!!!…. We have been windex zapping them, vacuum sucking them, fly-stripping them, but..they… are… everywhere.
Wouldn’t have anything to do with soneone’s brilliant idea of a few tons of Chicken Sh*t sitting in the back field under a tarp waiting to fertilize hay fields, now, would it? …… Actually, I sure hope so… because the Amityville horror thing? Ain’t happen’n here.
Maybe I should summon a priest out to bless the house just to see if he has any fainting spells, profuse sweating or sudden violent illness upon entering. *sigh*
Rain & Randomness
The rain feels glorious this morning. We’ve had a very dry, hot summer and the earth is thirsty. Autumn has definitely arrived, but the colors in the sugar maples are muted… I’m thinking it has something to do with the lack of rain.
I had lunch again at my favorite diner (twice in one week, the shame of it) and while there I asked if they’de be willing to give up their coconut chicken recipe. The waitress came back minutes later and said just this.. ” The cook said real simple. Dip the chicken cutlets in flour, then egg… then sweetened shredded coconut. Pan fry in a small amount of butter or oil until golden brown. Use any sweet and sour dipping sauce for a side.” They serve it with white rice, and I found another recipe that recommends marinating chicken cutlets in Coconut milk for a few hours beforehand. I also recommend using thin sliced cutlets. We gag on the fat ones around here. Really.
The guy on the right here is making me so proud these past few weeks… He’s doing a great job on his new Baseball team…he’s one of the rookies, for sure, and his game has improved tremendously. I just received his progress report on his first month in High School… a strick Catholic HS, no less…. and he is doing a great job there too. Big improvement from middle school and it’s been a huge effort on his part. He even ties his own tie now. Amen, brothers. And I mean that, with a hearty THANK YOU, LORD. Yes I am aware of my views on religion in my previous post and the occasional hypocracy I display here.
So, DUDE… great job, I’m so proud. And.. next time we go to the diner I’ll let you suck down all the creamers just once without scolding, because sometimes I’m cool like that.
I’ll go in to work today and begin packing up the remainder of the pottery. The rain is fitting of the mood. This gallery has brought so much to my life, all of it good, some of it difficult, a great learning experience and a difficult door to unhinge. That’s what it feels like I’m doing.