On my way to Gaylordsville to visit the pet cemetery, I stopped in Litchfield. There wasn’t a whole lot to do, but there were some intriguing lampposts outside the Historical Society.
On my way to Gaylordsville to visit the pet cemetery, I stopped in Litchfield. There wasn’t a whole lot to do, but there were some intriguing lampposts outside the Historical Society.
Yesterday morning, the MentalFloss homepage featured an article on dog naming trends. Although an interesting article, I got no farther than the first line of the fourth paragraph: “Anthropologist Stanley Brandes published a 2009 study of pet name trends as revealed by the gravestones at Hartsdale, America’s first pet cemetery.” Pet cemeteries? Those exist outside of backyards?
I left the article unread and googled pet cemeteries in Connecticut. I had found my afternoon adventure.
Although other pet cemeteries were closer (Trails End in Westbrook, Willowbrook Pet Cemetery in South Windsor) none had the reviews that Balmoral Pet Cemetery and Crematory did.
I returned home, satisfied by the day’s adventure, and finished the article. The next time I own a pair of pets, I’m naming them Mopsus and Mopsulus.
There is no better/worse place to be than a second-grade classroom during the first snowfall of the season. Especially if the snow starts falling shortly after the students have returned from art class, where they watched a video about parrots. I’ll re-create the experience for you here.
“Polly wanna cracker. Polly wanna cracker. Squawk!”
“Miss K, Tim doesn’t have a snack.”
Another student instructs Tim: “Go get a snack from the office, squawk.”
“You can see little tiny things falling,” announces one of the girls sitting by a window.
“Must be snow, must be snow, squawk!”
“It’s snowing it’s snowing!”
(children stampede to the windows)
“It’s snowing…” one non-stampeding child groans.
“You don’t like snow?” I ask.
“Sports camp will be cancelled. Squawk.”
Back at the window…
“I think it’s a blizzard now!”
“Maybe,” I say, doubtfully.
“Yeah, it’s definitely a blizzard.”
Here is the only serious photo I took of NYC. The others involve a lady in green checkered pants, imaginary magnifying glasses, combination monkey-bars/clothes-hangers, etc. You will see them tomorrow. I promise. Maybe.
“Nobody can stop me ’cause I’m a ninja.” – Unidentified Small Child
Me: So what will your request for a blog post be?
Bif: Well, the first thing that comes to mind is global warming.
This presents a problem for two reasons:
But I like a challenge!
First- I went through my collection of photos in search of something global-warming-themed. Here’s what I came up with:
Second- I gave up.
Third- I decided not to give up after all. Maybe I just needed more preliminary research.
Me: What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear ‘global warming’?
Bif: Pandas.
Person Who is Not Bif: … What comes to mind when I hear global warming?…Less snow? I don’t know, nothing really comes to mind. It’s like asking what comes to mind when you say ‘shoe string.’
Fourth- I gave up.
Today’s request comes from Super Midge. When I asked what I should blog about, she replied, “Vegetables.”
I will begin with a list of vegetables I didn’t always know were vegetables.
List of Vegetables I Did Not Always Know Were Vegetables
An investigation of household vegetables led to the discovery of a third vegetable-I-didn’t-know-was-a-vegetable: gherkins. Gherkins also belong to the broader category “Things I Didn’t Know Existed.”
What is a gherkin? Wikipedia knows!
Where is Mt. Olive? I wondered the same thing.
Now, time for the interview. Super Midge and T, Vegetable Connoisseurs Extraordinaire, offer us their expert opinions on all things vegetable.
Me: Okay, first question. If I were a vegetable, what kind of vegetable would I be?
S. Midge: Who me?
Me: No, me.
S. Midge: So what you would be?
Me: Yes.
S. Midge: I would say…corn.
Me: Uhhh. Why?
S. Midge: Because [laughs] umm…you can do a lot of stuff with corn. [laughs] And it’s…I don’t know, it burns easily. Like in the microwave?
Me: Okay, T. What kind of vegetable would I be?
T: I would say wheat.
S. Midge: Is that even a vegetable?
T: Is it a vegetable?
Me: No.
T: No?
Me: No.
T: What is wheat?
Me: It’s a grain.
T: Well then I guess…a squash.
S. Midge: What?
Me: Okay. Umm…
S. Midge: What are oblong yarn balls?
Me: Also not a vegetable. Okay, now I need to ask your opinion of this picture:
Me: What is the first word that comes to mind?
S. Midge: [unbearable pause]
Me: Quickly.
S. Midge: [panicked] I don’t know! No but seriously, what are oblong yarn balls? What’s a six letter word that means that? No, it’s for my game…
Me: T?
T: [slowly] Aunt Nellie’s pickled beets… Are those even ours?
Me: Okay, what about this picture? First word.
S. Midge: Toothpaste. I don’t know, it’s hard. I don’t get paid enough for this. What does nascent mean?
T: Nascent?
S. Midge: N-A-Scent.
Me: T, your picture is this one:
T: [unbearable pause]
S. Midge: Can you read it?
T: Yeah… … Yum. So when we finish this, we’re definitely playing MarioKart. I’ve decided.
S. Midge: Oh, custard! Don’t write that.
Me: Umm…alright, I need a last question. If you could make one food be classified as a vegetable, what would it be?
T: Wheat.
Me: Super Midge?
S. Midge: [unbearable pause] Uh. Not pizza.
T: That’s already a vegetable, silly.
S. Midge: I’m aware. [unbearable pause] Oh, wait. What’s the question again?
Me: Alright, the question is, if you could make any food be classified as a vegetable, what food would you choose?
T: Maybe pick a food you really enjoy eating so then you don’t have to feel guilty about eating it.
S. Midge: I would say…rice cakes.
T: Umm–
S. Midge: Shh, don’t speak.
T: Rice and corn are already vegetables.
S. Midge: Rice is a grain.