pet sitting and a hurricane…

I doggie sat for my daughter recently as she and Josh headed to the Beaches of South Carolina for a vacation; just as Irene was due to hit Upstate NY. Within the first 2 hours I had failed miserably…a neighborhood dog bit Nali’s eye. Through the tears(mine), I was able to clean it up and ascertain there was no real damage; it was a fairly superficial. (whew) Immediately my thoughts turned to Juli, I wondered whether or not I should call… (remember, this is the first 2 hours) Do I let her know her beloved Nali was hurt? (insert guilt here, you see Nali was a rescue, he was thrown into a dumpster as a young pup and on the very brink of life when he found Juli) Or, perhaps I should wait until she was home, so as not to ruin her vacation with worry. As luck would have it, Juli called me! “How are my babies?” she asked; I started crying, yet again, and I just blurted it out. He seemed fine so she was fine. Minor tragedy considering what was headed our way…Irene was coming to town.
Not only were we in the midst of a hurricane; I was trapped in the house with 4 dogs, and a very large cat! Water was pouring from the sky, and of course they had to go “out” and often! Mud up to my eyeballs…forget about wiping their feet, they rolled in the sloshy muck of a back yard…oh, well..I’ll clean later. Sirens were sounding, Howie was out to calls all day long,(NHFD), roads were closed, rivers flooding, my sister was being evacuated. I had to find out if my family was ok. So, I loaded up the Suburban with Lexi, Finnegan, Nali, Si, and my youngest daughter. We headed out into the storm. As we headed to my youngest sister’s home, we had to cross a bridge with water up to the top of the cement supports…talk about a scary scene…we had minutes to check on them, see if they needed anything and get back across the bridge before they closed it (trapping us on the other side of the bridge with no roads leading home…they were ok; no phone, or electricity,but no flooding waters. One brother had water up to his front door, one sister had to evacuate residents of a group home she worked at, one brother was caring for my Mother and her home. My oldest sister was kept informed by cell phone text conversations, she lives in must be worse to worry from so far away. Another brother in NH was in constant contact, they were getting more wind than rain, he was worried and any information was a cooling salve for frazzled nerves.
Now, I don’t know about you, but, I don’t usually worry about heading to Vermont during a hurricane…today was different. Every where we turned, roads were washed out or closed, bridges, houses, livestock, crops, and cars washed for many was changed forever.
We were lucky, everyone was safe …many many, families, farms, and businesses were not so lucky.

My thoughts and prayers are with them still…and I cherish my little farm home<3

At post ~ such nosey little fella!

Naldo (or Nali as I call him)…mwah!

Si…a sweet little guy.


Do you have a “the worst” pet sitting story?

Be well,

talking to the GPS…or, Good Times with Good Friends

Emily called…ROAD TRIP, GPS Adventure, call it what you will…A beautiful blue skied morning; animals are fed and watered,sufficient amounts of caffeine ingested, time to hit the road!

The 3 plus hour drive to Boston went by quickly, as Em and I caught up. I was initially a bit ill at ease, you see, some people are inspired to be chatty during long car trips, some more meditative, we struck the perfect balance… Meg watched Mrs. Doubtfire (dotted with raucous laughter, not dampened by the earphones in her ears…). On the road, I have decided, that I must let go of any expectation I may have of my hair. Emily has a Mustang convertible, the wind, a bad braid, and tiny mirrors all conspired to make my hair so willful it seemed like an extra passenger at times. I had to let it go. This wasn’t about looking good, it’s about reconnecting, friendships, spontaneity, something new; all new experiences worth their salt eventually mess up your hair. It is a road trip after all, and on a road trip, it’s best to do road-trip things (we’ll never see these people again), so we interacted with strangers, ate local fare (a delicious Jewish deli), took silly pictures with statues (nevermind), and wore balloon hats; all of which require a sense of adventure and a suspension of your normal decorum.
Road-trip snacks should not be underestimated; and Emily came prepared, I on the other hand, should take notes on this girls preparation skills. After stopping by to visit Emily’s Dad in Brookline; Emily, Meg, and I headed out to see some sights. We decided to walk the Freedom Trail (much to Meg’s chagrin, you see Meg is 7yrs old…). Ok, program the GPS…and we’re off, well, sorta…we were off course…with all of the downtown construction and rapid turns needed to navigate Boston Proper, our Aussie GPS “voice guy” Braun..could not keep up…he had us going in circles, through tunnels, and over bridges, and over bridges, and through tunnels…well, you get the much as we loved Braun’s sexy Australian accent, we broke up for a while, we just could not see the relationship continuing, it was headed nowhere fast. We gave it time…(about 5 minutes), renewed our relationship with Braun, a few more “conversations” with Braun, and more than a few cases of uncontrollable laughter, we arrived at our destination.
The the two-and-a-half-mile Freedom Trail, (I am a history buff, so this was very exciting for me)…marked with bricked red line, it is easy to follow the trail with 16 markers and historic landmarks of America’s Revolution…I hope you enjoy the photos, as much as I love taking them!

Our trip to Boston reminded me of why I travel…

Traveling is: a time to build memories, best shared
an opportunity to spend time nurturing relationships
a challenge, to learn and grow
a reason to stretch limits
sharing laughter
stories to tell
an appreciation of the world around us
an appreciation of my family farm home….

..Freedom trail’s red bricks must be skipped to be enjoyed!

Old North Church, played a prominent role in the American Revolution. Two lanterns were hung in the steeple for a few moments. It was long enough for patriots in Charlestown to learn what has been immortalized by the phrase One if by land, two if by sea in Longfellow’s Paul Revere’s Ride. The British were advancing by boat across the Charles River. These lanterns heralded the battles of Lexington and Concord and the beginning of the American Revolution.

..a peek inside the Old north Church.

One of three panels in the Apse of the church…

Statue of Paul Revere.

This wooden structure, dating back to 1680, is downtown Boston’s oldest building still in existence. Paul Revere was living at this house the night he set forth on April 18, 1775 to make his momentous ride to Lexington that would be immortalized by Longfellow’s famous poem Paul Revere’s Ride.

A garden around the side of the church…

oh, I love to open garden gates to see what’s around the corner..

heritage roses…outside of a garden planted in the 1700’s

entrance to The Saints Garden…

Patron Saint of animals, Saint Francis.

Copp’s Hill was Boston’s largest colonial burying-ground, dating from 1659….interesting vantage point between Boston old and new; the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge,named after civil rights activist Lenny Zakim and the American colonists who fought the British in the Battle of Bunker Hill.

The divine Miss M.

Boston’s North End

this photo depicts the architectural feeling of the North End…I think.

one of the war time Memorials we saw that day..

silent, yet deafening.

a plaque among many in Memorium to WWII…

stones representing children whose lives were taken in the concentration camps…made me cry.

Boston Skyline..

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowline, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain ~ even if it’s only 3 hours from home!

Be well,