Saturday, November 24, 2018

On the road again.


           Even before I moved out of Unity, I had a housesitting job lined up in Pennsylvania.  Basically, it’ll pay for my expenses there and back, but I get to spend Thanksgiving with Valerie and Jack again, and take care of Duke, the Carolina Dog, again.  Yes, that’s a real breed of dog, though it was new to me when I first met Duke last spring, the first time I housesat here.

 

           So, on Tuesday morning I left Maine, knowing that I would have to stop half-way and spend the night somewhere, because I just can’t drive at night anymore.  Couchsurfing to the rescue!  This is a site that I joined when it first went online years ago, and I’ve both hosted and been a guest.  It’s a great way to meet new and very interesting people.  My host for Tuesday night was Ruthy, who co-owns a huge house in Northampton, Mass, and shares it with multiple housemates and guests.  With an easy smile, and a good conversationalist, she turned out to be hugely interesting, not in the least because I never was sure of her gender.  I mean, she had a small beard, a slim but not-very-curvy body, and there was a book about using gender-neutral language on the table when I got there.  She and 17 others run a business called “Pedal People”, and they collect trash from people and take it to the transfer station for a fee.  They do this using bicycles, and it was fascinating to watch. 

 

           Ruthy comes from Kentucky and her father raised Saanen and Sable-Saanen goats.  How’s that for a small world?  We talked about ADGA and Saanens and Sables for a bit, and then moved on to vaccines.  Turns out Ruthy has a radio show every Wednesday and she asked if she could interview me for the show.  We discussed vaccine safety and lack of testing, the VAERS system, and the 1986 law that gave vaccine manufacturers a free pass.  I’m curious how it was received, as anyone questioning vaccines is usually viciously attacked.  Vaccination is now in the category of religion, and woe to anyone who questions the doctrine.

 

           The next morning, on to Pennsylvania and my cousin Val’s.  I spent the night and stayed for Thanksgiving dinner.  And what a dinner it was!  Jack, Valerie’s husband, is the chief cook and he is a very good cook.  I had brought with me three kinds of cheese (two of which I made), hummus, and liver paté and we all snacked on that.  While there,

I also made a paleo pumpkin pie.  Mmm.  It turned out very well, and since dinner was so late, Val and I quieted our grumbling stomachs with a piece of pie and a generous dollop of raw heavy cream, the kind you can spoon out of the jar.  Sooo much better than whipped cream!. 

 

           After dinner, I started my housesitting and, happily, Duke not only remembered me but was happy to see me.  We spent a good part of the evening playing ball.  When I reached under the sofa to retrieve a ball, and found a bone he hadn’t finished, the game was over.  He’s been carrying that bone around ever since.

 


 

 



           It was COLD when I got up in the morning, and it took me until early afternoon to take Duke for a walk.  That didn’t last long, about a half mile.  Duke needed to have some free time, I thought, so we headed over to a dog park recommended by his owners.  Alas, it was closed, padlocked, locked up tight.  No dog park activity allowed when the town offices are not open, apparently.  I headed for another dog park that I’d taken him to last spring.  I’d forgotten about Black Friday.  The traffic was thick enough that I headed home.  

 

        I took Duke to the Cuddy Dog Park this morning.  There were two more dogs there: a 2 year old French Bulldog and a 4 year old rescue that looked like the RCA Victor listening dog, which turns out to have been probably a Fox Terrier cross.  Mario (the rescue) and Duke played hard for almost an hour, and then the three owners/handlers went for a walk together.  I wish I'd had my phone to video their play, but I left it in the car, even though I had my purse with me.  Not the first time I've done something like that and later regretted it.  By the time we got home, Duke was played out.  Within minutes, he was sacked out on the floor.  Even tonight, he's quiet and sleepy. I am so glad I took him there!