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Autumn In New Hampshire
It was just an amazing day for pictures of the lake. When we got up, Hubby noticed the reflections hitting the water. He encouraged me to get dressed and go out to take a few pictures. I jumped into my clothes, and shoes and headed out the door.
It was so quiet and cool and calm. Just as I got to the shoreline the sun poked through some clouds and hit the hillside across the lake. A birds flew overhead and I was in awe of the nature around me.
I looked back up the hill to see our home sitting there. How pretty, I thought, up on the hill overlooking all of this. How lucky we are to have this home, and how lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place.
I was stopped from my tranquil reverie by the barks of Fritz, the wonder dog, who was watching me from out front windows. So, climbing back up the hill to our house, I was once again enveloped in the golden glow of Autumn in New Hampshire, and I smiled.
Thursday 13 #25
Thirteen Classic Movies I Can Watch Over And Over
1. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
2. It’s A Wonderful Life
3. Doctor Zhivago
4. An Affair To Remember
5. The King & I
6. The Sound Of Music
7. Tootsie
8. Fargo
9. My Big Fat Greek Wedding
10. Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner
11. Harry Potter & The Sorcerer’s Stone
12. A Hard Day’s Night
13. The Wizard Of Oz
Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon
They say that everyone is connected to Kevin Bacon by 6 degrees. Well today I found out that this was true. I was born in 1958 and so was Kevin. Why, we could almost be twins!
Seriously, have you ever had one of those weird encounters where you are talking to someone and they happen to know someone you know, or perhaps they know someone who is once or twice removed from the person you know?
It’s the old saying, “It’s a small world”.
Recently this actually happened to me. I was sitting in a surgical waiting room passing the time back when Hubby had his second knee operation. I was speaking to a stranger about operations and such and I mentioned that I was getting a second opinion on my eye. (This was back in May before my eye surgery.)
The woman asked me all sorts of questions, the kind you don’t mind answering because you are never going to see this person again, when a woman seated on the other side of me said, “You’re going to see Dr. W. in Boston, aren’t you?”
I just about fell out of my chair. How did she know? She then explained that her husband had some very serious eye problems and had gone to this woman and she had restored his vision!
Another time, I was in Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France. I was standing in a line on a very hot day, feeling tired and faint, when a woman came up to me and said, “You’ve been to Falmouth, Massachusetts, haven’t you?”.
Again, you could have knocked me over with a feather. “Yes,” I replied, “How did you know?”.
“Well,” she began with a big smile, “You have on this pin,” and she gently touched the seagull pin on my lapel, “and that was made by Mr. Pannis!”
She was right. Years ago there was a silversmith in the town I grew up in who made very distinctive jewelry. This man was a true artisan and his work was never duplicated by another.
So have you had this happen to you?
20,000 Reads!!!
Last night Pink Chihuahua Princess was my 20,000 read! Thanks Pink Chihauhua Princess, and thank you all for stopping by and sharing your time with me!!!
Leaf Peeping, Anyone?
Monday we took some friends from Florida out to show them the Lakes area of New Hampshire. This kind of trip, done at this time of year is called “Leaf Peeping”.
It was a perfect day for it. We had bright blue skies, a warm sun and temperatures in the upper 50’s! We drove the back roads with the bright leaves all around us and just soaked up Autumn in all it’s finest!
We also stopped off and had a luscious meal at a local restaurant (not Canoe). I had a very unique meal of eggplant stuffed with boursin cheese! Oh my goodness, it was a sheer delight.
We stopped at a real country store and I got some incredible cheddar cheese. It’s aged to perfection and just melts in your mouth!
We arrived back at home and said our good bye’s as they needed to go off to see other friends and family in the area. We were so happy that they stopped in though because it is always wonderful to spend time with old and good friends.
Shopping
It was shopping day for Hubby and me. This means we went down to the big city and actually went to some chain stores to buy some much needed supplies. A new wireless router, (works great and has increased my reception strength) a new mouse for Hubby’s computer, (his old one died yesterday) and a new pair of jeans for me, (my favorite’s, from LL Bean!).
We also did a big grocery shopping, which is always fun until you get home and have to put it all away.
Greta is nearly done with her heat. Thank goodness. I gave her a bath last night and put her in some fresh panties before bed. I think just a few more days and it will be over.
I really do wish it were possible to do an “Early Pregnancy Test” on Greta. The suspense is killing me! However, just think about this: me running around the back yard trying to get Greta to pee on a little stick!
Meanwhile, here is a picture of Greta that I took of her at her nap time.
And So It Goes
What a beautiful Saturday we had here. Bright sunshine that warmed you, despite a temperature that never got above 58 degrees all day long. After doing a little housework and cleaning out a closet, I took Greta outside on her leash and decided to plant some bulbs. I figured I could get it all done, lickity split, and Greta could get a little fresh air. Ha! I did get six bulbs planted, but then she wanted to play and run around and I’m afraid my bulb planting stopped. Oh well, perhaps tomorrow.
I wanted Hubby to take a picture of my hair to show a few people, and we were all set to go when a hot flash hit. My glasses steamed and then fogged up and when I saw the picture I had to laugh! I’m calling this picture: What A Hot Flash Looks Like!
My issue if “Der Dachshund” arrived today from Germany. It is the monthly magazine from the DTK. It is written in German, and tells about all the different titles that the German dachshunds have attained as well as upcoming events. It also had my name and kennel application in it. It was so thrilling to see it there in black and white and know that it’s official!
I think the colors are past peak now. It was a quick Autumn. We still have plenty of leaves, there just not at the height of color. I do love Autumn, so I hope that the leaves that are left will stay for a while.
Saturday Scavenger Photo
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Kathleen Alynne, November 8, 1978-June 19, 1985
Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong
And carry on,
‘Cause I know I don’t belong
Here in heaven.
This is my daughter, Katie. She passed away and I lost her when she was 6 years old. Her loss was the greatest I have ever suffered. She was a bright and beautiful child with a sunny personality, and she was loved by all.
It’s Official, I’m The Dackel Princess
I have great news to share regarding my being registered with the Deutscher Teckel Klub (German Dachshund Club) as a Kennel. First I applied for membership and once I was accepted I applied to become a Kennel. I needed to do this in order to register Greta’s puppies in Germany.
Today I received the completed documentation that shows my name has been entered into their books as a member and as a Kennel. Dackel Princess is my Kennel name.
There are a few reasons this makes me very happy. First, I wanted to be able to register Greta’s puppies in both Germany and America. Since I believe in and have followed the German standards for breeding her, I really wanted to be able to register the litter in the land of their mother’s birth.
Someday, who knows, perhaps I will bring a pup over to Germany for the summer and actually show it. Greta’s puppies would be eligible to do this.
There are also many Germans living here in the States who would appreciate a dog who was bred to the German standard. Since we belong to the American branch of the DTK it is my hope that perhaps some of the members might be interested in a pup.
Another reason is my Grandfather. I think how proud he would be that I have registered my Dackel in Germany. Papa came to this country when he was 9 years old. Somehow I think it would please him that I have truly fallen in love with the land of his birth and that for all of time my name will appear in the DTK membership book there.
Here’s to you Papa, dear!