thisendoftheswamp

And a mystery solved

I wasn’t up to taking our regular walk on Friday morning, so we went out in the evening, instead. Again, I had picked up some trash along the way, and when I opened the dumpster, I found this basket lying on top of the stuff that was already there. Naturally, I grabbed it and trotted on home, but I had noticed some bath towels under it and returned as soon as I had this safely stowed. Soap dish, toothbrush holder and mugs, all with the price tags still on the bottom. I tossed one mug because it was cracked, but why anybody needed four mugs for two people is one of those things I may never figure out. Maybe they had grandkids? I dunno.

There were too many towels for me to take in one trip, so Saturday morning I went back with a beach bag, loaded that, then then stuffed even more towels into two plastic grocery sacks I found in the dumpster. And then went back to make yet another trip with the beach bag.

As I was lugging all of this stuff home, I ran into another resident who told me about a woman in another building who had died. Her husband had absolutely no idea what to do with her things, so he had simply trashed all of them. That would explain the American Tourister bag full of those nice slacks that I got last Monday.

I washed everything – two full laundry loads – folded, sorted, and stacked. Most of the bath towels were part of sets and didn’t seem to have ever been used. There are SIXTY wash clothes. Some of those are little more than rags, but for goodness sakes! I’ll load them all in my car and take them around to the thrift store Tuesday morning.

It is truly sad that this poor man is so lost without his wife that he is simply unable to cope with the simplest things. The resident with whom I spoke suggested that I approach the man and offer to help him. As much of a busybody as I am, that is something I can certainly try.

The Squire and I take a walk around the complex every morning, and when we see a Japanese Lantern Fly, we stomp on it.

This morning saw one that we had killed yesterday, with a couple of slugs chowing down on it. We were nearly back to our starting point when I thought to ask The Squire if he had brought his cell phone. By the time we got back to the scene of the crime, all the evidence had been tampered with. There was absolutely nothing left of the fly and the slugs had all left.

We were both amazed. It had never occurred to either of us that slugs actually did anything useful!

The Squire and I go for a walk every morning except Sunday. We have to leave at 7:30 to get to church, and that just doesn’t leave us enough time, so we set out after supper and do our two laps around the complex. Right now, it is quite cool – bordering on chilly (60-F) – but by mid-day it’s usually in the 80s. By7 PM, it’s started to cool down again, and it’s perfect for a walk. Even here, in the ‘high rent district’ people can be slobs, and I frequently pick up candy wrappers and other bits of trash. Last night was no exception. I had collected three pieces by the time we were done, and The Squire joked that I needed to start carrying a bag. When I stopped to put my little collection into the dumpster, I noticed a tapestry bag tossed to one side, and being me, I grabbed it and dragged it out. When I came around the corner, The Squire rolled his eyes – he does that a lot – but I just reminded him that he’d told me I needed a bag, so I got one.

When we got home, I dumped everything on the bed. TEN pair – count ’em! – of very nice women’s slacks. Several were “velvet” and would be nice for the holidays, and one still had tags. The bag itself was American Tourister.

I simply do NOT understand home people can just trash things that are still useful. This entire “catch” will go around the corner to Tabitha’s tomorrow morning.

In the late 16th century, coffee was still a mysterious and exotic beverage in Europe—dark, bitter, and associated with the Islamic world, and considered the wine of infidels, unfit for Christians to consume. Many of Pope Clement VIII’s advisors urged him to condemn it, calling it “the bitter invention of Satan.” But Clement, ever the curious soul, insisted on tasting it himself before passing judgment.

According to legend, after taking a few sips, he declared:

“This Satan’s drink is so delicious that it would be a pity to let the infidels have exclusive use of it.”

Now, for the upstairs: This is Martin Grainger, Annie and Howard’s five-year-old son. Martin wants to be a basketball player when he grows up, but if his mum catches him shooting baskets over the back of the rocking chair, he just might not make it to “grown up” status.

His bed has a quilt that reads “Little Boys Make Noise”, along with a few throw pillows. There are a few toys on the shelf, and in the toy box under the window.

The parents’ bed was purchased from my favorite shop, now long closed.

When he’s not being a respectable bank branch manager, Howard likes to wear loud Hawaiian print shirts. I cut three of them from a piece of novelty print fabric. The chair is another resin piece from the Biltmore Mansion in Ashville, North Carolina.

Annie’s robe and slippers are waiting for her morning routine.

The rug in front of the armoire is “something” from the 1920s that belong to my grandmother. It’s the wrong shape to be a coaster for under a glass, but it does help a little to hide the fact that I had to piece the green carpet.

Trying to decorate small rooms with slanting walls is beyond challenging.

I blocked off the far wall with foamcore and installed a window, but the side wall was just impossible.

How on earth Howard manages to shave in that mirror with no more light than he has, is a mystery.

The bathtub is a vintage piece, if not exactly an antique. I remember seeing it on Mum’s knickknack shelf when I was a kid.

Here is another view of the bathroom. Shampoo, band-aids – all the necessary things. There is a Kotex box on the shelf over the toilet.

Now, what I see when I write this is not necessarily what’s going to show when I publish it, so we shall see how it all turns out.

Wish me luck!

Well, the pictures of the kitchen and the living room are so tiny nobody can possibly make them out, so I’ll repost just those two.

Here is Annie’s kitchen. The desk holds her teapot and cup, plus her glasses, and a pad of paper for a menu and shopping list.

The living room was all selected by my grandson. The Reutter lamp was not electrified originally, but The Squire attached a grain of wheat bulb under the lampshade for me.

Over the years, I’ve had my dollhouse photos on various websites. For a while I posted them on Seattle Filmworks, and then on PictureTrail. Each of them folded their tents and silently crept away. I tried to join Shutterfly, but that didn’t work out. I’m fairly sure it was my fault, as lots of other people use it and enjoy it. Anyway, when PictureTrail folded, The Squire downloaded all of my photos and put them on a flash drive, which went walkabout.

I found it last week and decided to see if I could show my loyal followers what I do with my spare time. This is not the first house I made, but it came up first on the thumb drive, so here we are.

This is The Mansard House. A friend asked me if I’d “do up” a house for her, but she didn’t have a one and wasn’t sure what she wanted. I took pictures of a couple of unfinished houses my favorite store had in stock, and she chose this one. After I paid for it and delivered it to her home, she decided she really didn’t want it, so I was stuck with it.

Not a really big problem, so I got my grandson involved and we had at it. Matthew has always had a really good eye for decorating and was happy to lend a hand on this project. We’ve done some other houses together in the past. I’ll get to those eventually.

This is the home of Howard and Annie Granger, and their son Martin.

From the left side of the house, this is the study. I found this boxed furniture set in a shop in Frederick, Maryland. A bookcase, desk, two armchairs, a side table, and a small chest, just the right size to fit into this rather marrow space. The walls are papered in a light green moire paper. A silver tray with a bottle of wine, two glasses and a tiny “winged” bottle opener sits on top of the chest, ready for visitors. The bottle opener is a charm from one of my bracelets.

Howard’s desk holds his computer, a cup of pencils, and a photo of his wife, Annie. Her parents were great fans of Edgar Allen Poe and named her Annabelle Lee. After years of being called “Annie Belly” she revolted and now goes by Annie, and woe unto anybody who calls her anything else.

The wing chair is a resin copy of one found in the Biltmore Castle in Ashville, NC. It’s not very comfy, but it looks nice.

The living room continues the moire paper around the bottom, and the top is a small rose design. The globes for the sconces are the tops from vials that held allergy serum. They even have a red line around the “Belly” of the globe. I snagged them when I was working for Hopkins. There is a candy dish next to the lamp on the table.

Annie is in her element in the kitchen, as she loves to cook. If only she didn’t have to clean up when she is done! There’s a desk with a pad and pencil and space for her cookbooks – and a pot of tea. The bread machine is a lip gloss container; I painted the top silver to resemble glass. The blue drinking glasses on the table are covers for preloaded needles for cortisone injections, one of our doctors saves them for me, and I cut them down to size.

Later, I’ll do the upstairs, but I want to see how this works out.

After not a single hummingbird at the fifty years we lived at The Rice Paddy, we have quite a few here at the condo – and we’re on the second floor. There are at least three – sometimes four – flitting around the feeder most of the day, but getting a picture is just about impossible.

We are both amazed at how much these tiny creatures drink. I make up two cups of syrup every third day and they manage to guzzle down most of it. You can see at least one other feeder on the third-floor balcony across the street, and the lady who lives on the other side of this building has two feeders. They are tanking up for their trip south. They will fly from here – just north of Baltimore – to southern Mexico and the Yucatan Peninsula, a distance of about 1,500 miles. They take about two weeks to make that journey!

Amazing, incredible, and mind blowing.

One of the blogs I follow is a delightful Jewish lady who combines kosher recipes with history lessons. She always has some delightful new dairy dish that this vegetarian is eager to try. The other day I stumbled upon a Shavous recipe for Cheese and Scallion Pie. The Shavous table is laden with dairy dishes, from blintzes to cheesecakes, and anything milky delicious you can think of.  The recipe sounded fiddly, but not difficult, and the ingredients were easy enough to come by. Farmers cheese, scallions, fresh dill, an egg, and filo dough.

I gathered all of the stuff I needed and decided to make this for our Sunday dinner.

That’s when the fun started. I could not find the fresh dill, which I clearly remember purchasing, but I substituted a smaller amount of dried dill. I grabbed a package of filo from the fridge and discovered it was a box of pie crust. I had been in our local store, and they didn’t have it, but they did have pie crust, so I grabbed a box. I had to go to another, more upscale, store for the farmers cheese, so I figured I’d get the filo there.

I didn’t. I guess my brain was locked on the fact that I had picked up something at the local store and erased it from my memory banks. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

I knew I had to make do with what I had, so I unrolled the pie crust.

I swear, I felt as if I was unrolling the Dead Sea Scrolls rather than a pie crust. I soldiered on, patching the crust as best I could and gluing it together with damp fingers and a rolling pin. It turned out quite well, if I say so myself. The Shavous colors are green and white, so I served baby Brussels sprouts in light butter sauce and a huge salad.

https://koolkosherkitchen.wordpress.com/2025/06/01/say-cheese-for-shavuos-5/