Monday Morning Without the Blues

Another beautiful day here in Massachusetts and another trip to Great Brook Farm State Park with the dog. Only 15 more trips and that season pass will start paying for itself! Walking the dog and getting exercise while also getting a chance to take nature photographs is working out. But I’ve learned a few things in the last few days about my camera and taking photographs while tethered to the dog. Now that the sun is back out consistently, I really need to find the Nikon sun shade that came with the wide angle lens.

Flatbread Company

Some days I’m so unmotivated to cook. Okay, some weeks I’m so unmotivated to cook. Thankfully we now live around really good and consistent restaurants that are both kid-friendly and delicious to both minor and adult palates. Last night we indulged in pizzas from the Flatbread Company in Bedford. The restaurant is funky, has a good beer menu and over-the-top Sangria, occasionally has live music, and great pizza oven theater. There are two wood-fired clay ovens that make up the bulk of the kitchen area, with one taking center stage that kids gather in front of on a conveniently positioned bench. On another note, the tiny people are often so unattended in front of the clay pizza oven – the size and shape of an igloo – you wonder if one of them will end up in it before parents notice. In addition to pizza theater for the kids, they also provide paper and crayons for drawing, and fist-sized balls

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Great photographs of some truly fantastic and creepy costumes from National Geographic. Photo by Werner Baiker as found at Wikimedia Commons with the following license: Permission is granted to copy, distribute and/or modify this document under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts. A copy of the license is included in the section entitled GNU Free Documentation License.

Panic at the Hair Salon

While I know it is a common thing to do, I have never referred to any of my pets as my “children” or myself as their “mother.” I’ve encountered plenty of people that say, “This is my baby so and so” while pointing to a cat or a dog and smiling. And I’ve always found this to be creepy. Now that I have my own children I consider it borderline offensive because it seems so insulting to compare the raising of a human being with the raising of a pet. If nothing else, it is at least belittling to both the animal and the child. But having said all that, I can also understand how it happens. I was reminded of this the other day when dropping Prairie off for grooming. While I wish I could trim her fur and nails myself for a variety of reasons – both financial and as a matter of principle – I cannot. We

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