Happy and Healthy New Year!   There's a custom associated with the Jewish New Year to dip sliced apple and/or challah in honey -- to bring in a sweet new year.   With that tradition in mind, Flo and I made our way to the Framer's Market in West Tisbury (Martha's Vineyard) last week to get honey for ourselves and family.   The farmer's market is not-to-be-missed.  

The other day I was picking up breakfast from the deli for my family.  I grabbed a Nestle vanilla milk for my son and waited for my order.  The counter person packed my order, I paid and then I grabbed my bag and the Nestle chocalate milk on the counter and left.  On the way home, I looked down and noticed that I must have grabbed someone else's chocolate milk from the counter as I left in addition to the vanilla milk that I paid for.  Driving past my driveway, I turned around and went back.  At the deli they laughed and said I shoul

We have been blogging for years, seven if I am correct. I suspect that my thoughts tonight have already been reflected in a prior year’s blog.

I have previously blogged about my conversion from a “procrastination queen” to an “early doer.” In the past, I thrived on completing my work immediately prior to its due date. Now, at work, I generally complete my tasks several days early. And as Mitch can attest, I usually have my blogs posted by Saturday morning or, at the latest, Sunday morning.

Driving along in my car, having a pleasant conversation, suddenly Eve yelled "OWW!"  She looked at the underside of her left forearm and there was a red mark, about a quarter inch, shaped somewhat like Puerto Rico.   I tried to get a look at it but had to keep my eyes on the road.

I usually take route 106/107 to work and this past Thursdy morning was no different. The only exception was that traffic was at a complete standstill. After about a half hour of keeping myself busy listening to XM radio, NPR and a bunch of other stuff, traffic moved a little bit to reveal that the delay was not an accident, which I thought it was, but a crew from Asplundh were trimming trees around the power lines. I thought what a strange name for a tree company. I looked it up and found that Asplundh is Swedish in origin and actually means a grove of Aspen trees.

This is another blog about our new puppy Charcoal (a little 10 pound Shnoodle).  Last weekend Joanne went out and I decided it was the perfect opportunity for me to take Charcoal out on a walk on the road. It was our first "road trip" and I was nervous. From the start she was straining at the leash far more heavily than her 10 pounds.  Every time a car approached I conservatively stepped onto the grass and pulled her to my side.

The bottle was on the top shelf of a little antique shop in the village of Menemsha on Martha's Vineyard. It was old and dirty - a soda or beer bottle. On the clear glass, I could make out the embossed writing. “Henry Immen's Sons, 46 & 48 Commercial St, Greenpoint, LI”. That's what made me think. Greenpoint is in Brooklyn, Greenport is on Long Island. I had to check further.