Wednesday, January 29, 2014


Time for some more random snippets from our sometimes strange crime report in the local paper:

Today, a woman reported the theft of a pot worth $300.

-- Wow, that must have been a humongous pot. Oh, wait! Maybe it was an elite name brand pot. Or, after more consideration, maybe the 'a' before 'pot' should have been omitted. Oh, the possibilities are endless!

Then last week, a man reported the theft of two Johnny Walker bottles filled with change. At least twenty dollars worth of coins. In each bottle!

-- Poor guy. What a loss. Guess he'll have to empty some more bottles before he starts collecting again.

But the strangest incident occurred a few days ago: a man reported the theft of four razor blades.

-- Four. Not five or three? I wonder how he knew how many were stolen. Heck, I wonder how he even knew they were missing. He must be a lot more organized than I am. Or at least have a better memory!

I love our local newspaper!

Monday, January 27, 2014


The temperature climbed up into the sixties today and for the first time in a while, we felt like getting out. So we took a neighborhood walk and enjoyed the weather.

Along a sun-dappled road, different yards held cars, and a couple of bumper stickers caught my eye.

The first made me realize I may be one of those people out of the loop! I have been called a nut before.

The second made me think. And then laugh. Of course, I wonder how long it will be true.

A great idea for a story, isn't it? I can see the burly detective accosting the bespectacled author bent over his computer at a Starbucks. "Sorry, sir, but what you're doing is illegal."

"But I'm just writing my grocery list!"

"Ah. But you're also thinking about what to buy. I know you're about to add broccoli on there."


Saturday, January 25, 2014


Another hassle to get in. For some reason my Nav app isn't appearing at the top of my site. I've redone the stupid thing and still can't get it to show up. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong, but I'm joining the crowd who hate blogger!

Anyway, thought I'd post a picture of my lemon ice box pie.

Yes, I made another one for my disappointed guy. And it was Good with a capital G!

We're rationing it. One slice a day so it'll last longer. Although my guy got enough stuff to make one more since we have another huge lemon!

Wednesday, January 22, 2014


I do not cook very much. My guy knows this and is okay with it.

But before the freeze,our neighbor gave us some of those wonderful big lemons that taste so lemony and not bitter at all. You could almost eat them like oranges. (I once gave a friend several we'd brought back from a relative's yard in Florida, along with some oranges and grapefruit. Her husband ate one and later told her it was the sourest orange he'd ever tasted.)

Anyway, our neighbor has a bush of them and we were the happy recipients. So my guy decides he wants a lemon ice box pie.

Now, a lemon ice box pie is one of the few things I do make. It was the first thing I ever made on my own at like ten or twelve, and the only hard part is the meringue. But I'm a good meringue maker (I make divinity, too) so a lemon pie is no trouble.

I mixed up the filling, whipped up the meringue, stuck it in the oven and let it cook. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I checked and the meringue was a perfect light brown. I took two potholders, went to lift it out of the oven and...

Disaster. The pie tin slipped and flipped, meringue first. Pie went onto the oven door and into the oven.

"Aaiigghh!" I squeal.

My guy comes rushing in, sees the mess and his face falls, then turns hopeful. "Want me to run to the store and get you another pie shell to make another pie?"

"I don't think so!" I just don't feel like this is the best day to try again, especially when both cats throw up shortly after.

He did help me clean up. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.

Saturday, January 18, 2014


I am still having problems with this idiotic program. I had to diddle with every button on my blog to finally find a way to get in. For techie ignoramuses (ignoramusi??) like me, it's torture!

Anyway, I wanted to post some photos I sent to the guy working on my new light mystery cover.

We went over to Old Town on the mainland, where there are lots of old houses. Some are renovated and spiffy but some, sadly, are falling down. Anyway,my guy snapped away to his heart's content. Many of the houses he photographed weren't suitable for a cover, lovely as they were, but three were kind of what we needed. He's worked on them to take out power lines and cars, naturally.

The interesting part came later, when I read the crime blotter in the paper. Evidently, the same day we were walking around taking pictures, police arrested a man wandering naked in that part of town. I don't think he was taking pictures.

Come to think of it, I don't know what he was doing! It was a fairly warm day but...

Thursday, January 16, 2014


At last I can get back into my blog! For some reason, I got shut out. I thought maybe it was because I'd changed a password, but that wasn't it. I've heard of other people having trouble with Blogger, but I always thought Blogspot was different. Maybe they're the same company?

Anyway, this item in the local paper's crime blotter caught my eye: A woman reported her mailbox stolen. The $200 mailbox was in her yard.

Hmmm. Sounds suspicious to me. Like it was lurking in her yard. It probably deserved to be stolen.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014


Figured it was time to talk about our local paper's crime column.

Over the weekend, we had a lot of people hitting other people for various/no reasons. Some of the hittees knew the hitters, some hitters were perfect strangers. Today's paper told about a woman being struck in the face by a man. He said she had no business being in his neighbor's house; she said she was invited. Another 'he said' 'she said' situation.

Sometimes they pull guns. Sometimes they threaten and sometimes they shoot. Yesterday an unidentified assailant shot at a car and left holes in it. No one was hurt, thank goodness.

Bikes have been taken from houses, and a lot of stores are catching shoplifters. Cosmetics, work boots, electronics, food, beer... You name it, someone wants it.

We also had someone reporting his flip flops were stolen off his porch.

Whoa! Flip flops? Who'd want to steal flip flops in this cold weather! It was 26 degrees by our outside thermometer this morning!

Makes me feel almost smart when I read about some of these criminals!

Friday, January 3, 2014


The cats had a good Christmas. Santa brought them a catnip scented scratch pad, but a relative gave them a bed! Okay, it was labeled as a dog bed, but it was still pretty plush. And it was big enough for two!

I draped an old towel over it for protection. (Cats, as some of you know, tend to throw up hairballs, undigested food, and other stuff.) So here they are, cuddled up in their new bed in front of the heater.

Oh, and that's one of my guys' photos they're staring at.

For a day starting off in the low thirties, it's been pretty good. We might actually get out and go get a hamburger or sandwick. Probably some bread and milk, too, since it's going to be cold again tonight.

Brrr. We may have to move further south.