Cooking, Family

Thanksgiving: Winging it, With No Turkeys In Sight

Well, Thanksgiving Day has come and gone, and as with so much of my life this past year, it didn’t go off exactly as hoped, expected or planned. I’d already announced, last week, that since Mr. She and I were on our own this year, I’d abandoned the idea of going full-bird, as it were, and… Continue reading Thanksgiving: Winging it, With No Turkeys In Sight

Literature, Science, Technology

Occasional Quote of the Day: Worlds Beyond Earth

“I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night”– Sarah Williams Sarah Williams was a British Victorian poet who is best known for “The Old Astronomer,” written in the person of an elderly astronomer on his deathbed who speaking to his young pupil. Her output is short, as was her life (1837-1868),… Continue reading Occasional Quote of the Day: Worlds Beyond Earth

Family, Food and Drink

Friday Food and Drink Post: The Thanksgiving Salmon!

Well, given the circumstances in play at the moment at Chateau Right and environs, it looks as if it’s going to be a quiet Thanksgiving, with just Mr. Right and me in attendance–accompanied, of course, by the two (very large) dogs, the six cats, the two rabbits, the fifteen sheep, and the one remaining goat. A… Continue reading Friday Food and Drink Post: The Thanksgiving Salmon!

History, Politics

Eyeroll of the Day: Not Gutsy Enough for Hillary Clinton

Somehow (how did I miss this?), it appears that Hillary Clinton (a woman of little accomplishment, who came to prominence only as an adjunct to her faithless, lying spouse, and who has managed to hog the spotlight ever since), has gotten another boat anchor book published. Wait. Silly me. There’s no “somehow” about it. Hillary has all… Continue reading Eyeroll of the Day: Not Gutsy Enough for Hillary Clinton

Family, History, Sports

American Football, Churchill, and Gagara Yasin

“American football is a bit like World War I–only without the trenches.” My Dad always attributed that quote, which I learned as a small child, to Winston Churchill. (Well, it sounds like something Churchill might have said, doesn’t it?) Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to trace it since, so at the advanced age of 65… Continue reading American Football, Churchill, and Gagara Yasin

Education, Literature

The Bard of the Yukon

There are some things that, when they erupt in my life, catapult me instantly back in time, or elsewhere in place or company. Certain smells, and I’m in Granny’s kitchen five or six decades ago. Or, it’s the early 1970s, and I’m cleaning fish on Court Brothers’ wharf in Rustico Harbour, PEI. Or perhaps I’m… Continue reading The Bard of the Yukon