Tuesday, September 30, 2014

AL Wild Card

The Kansas City Royals have not made it to the post-season since 1985, when they beat the St. Louis Cardinals. Tonight is a one-game playoff against the Oakland A's who made it to the post-season last year.

I'm rooting for the Royals--let's get some new blood in the American League.

Tomorrow night is the National League wild card game--I'm rooting for Pittsburgh.  I'm still hoping for the fantasy match-up I wanted last year.

Monday, September 29, 2014

Another Autumn Visit to Lake Mohegan

It was a cooler than normal summer, and a warmer than usual fall so far. Because of Spike's torn ligament, swimming is especially good exercise for him. Jeff and I took advantage of a warm, sunny day to take Spike to Lake Mohegan.

This may be the first time at Lake Mohegan on a weekday. Spike walked slowly to the beach where he swam after the ball a few times. Unfortunately, he started shivering. I stroked him to remove the excess water; then he rolled in the grass to dry himself. We curtailed our normal hike, and he seemed very tired when we got home.

As always, it's a pleasure to spend time with him.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

This Week: Ups and Downs

This title is a good reason to post this song. I started this week feeling very lethargic. That lead to me feeling guilty for being lethargic. Then I had one student mess up a tutoring appointment--she forgot the date--and another who had to cancel because he was sick. It makes it hard to keep my schedule straight.

The second half of the week was much better. Jeff's birthday was Thursday, and we had a great day.

It also helps that I went to the gym three times a week for the last four weeks. I feel better and I'm proud of that because my gym visits have been pitiful this year. I may be on a roll now. Hope I didn't just jinx myself.

I just need to keep things going in a positive direction.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Happy Birthday Jeff!

We usually celebrate birthdays by going out to dinner. Last night Jeff said he wanted angel hair pasta with my marinara sauce. This request was flattering; I was happy to make the sauce. I haven't made it in months because I think it's too heavy for summer. I served the pasta and sauce with a salad of romaine, kale, cucumber, carrot, pepper and radish.

Instead of going out for dinner, we went out to lunch at Lumberyard Pub. It's a friendly place with great burgers and chicken wings, and carrot fries--this was my first time trying them and they are yummy.

As we were out for lunch, the sauce was cooking in the crockpot. We picked up one of our favorite wines Shotfire for dinner. We watched the Mets win the first game of the double-header against the Washington Nationals.

Unfortunately, the Mets lost the second game. I'm bummed because they are now doomed to another sub .500 season.

I was hoping for more, just a little more.

Sorry the Mets couldn't make it a better birthday for you Jeff.


Monday, September 22, 2014

First Day of Fall

In about one hour, fall begins. Last week at the gym, I found this quotation in the October issue of Glamour magazine:

"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall." -- F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Fall is my favorite season; it gives me hope that I can still accomplish many things.

Diatribe of a Mad Housewife

a.k.a. Marge Simpson writes a novel.

I enjoy when TV shows depict writing. My favorite is Lucy's Real Gone with the Wind. Roseanne is another character who has literary leanings. At one point, she revisits her old dreams of writing. I like that they returned to Roseanne's writing in the last episode, even though I don't like what they did with it.

Like Lucy, Marge writes a bad novel. She arbitrarily sets it in Nantucket, in "whaling times" based on a painting in her living room. Her anger with Homer leads her to write the lead character's husband as a drunken lout. Ned's appearance at an opportune time leads to his role as a romantic hero.

The Simpsons return to a writing theme in "The Book Job"--one of my favorite Simpsons episodes.

Seen

Driving home from Interlaken Inn in Lakeville, CT: many No Trespassing signs including one affixed to a house and another along a chain stretched across a driveway. I wondered if hikers along the Appalachian Trail just wandered up to homes in the area and bothered the residents. Otherwise I got nothing.

Somewhere along Route 41 or Route 4, I saw a sign for Thistle Dew instead of a normal address. From what I could see, Thistle Dew was just an average ranch house. I hate when people name their houses, unless they live in historic registered homes. It seems so pretentious. I'm reminded of Upson Downs in the film Auntie Mame. But Mame's (Rosalind Russell) rejoinder was fabulous--her New York apartment became the Burnside Fireside.

Closer to home, I saw a bumper sticker, "Life is short, play with your dog." I can live with that philosophy.