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I biked yesterday, a little further than I have since rib injuries Nos. 2 and 3. On my commuter bike and I think it was the most comfortable and strong I’ve felt on the damn thing yet.

On the ride, we passed 2 dead whole (as in not squashed-run over) squirrels overlapping berm and road. I almost ran over the first one, but Hubby, who was riding in front of me, gave me a heads up. Still, my reaction was quite slow and I almost, almost ran the soft fresh body of it over, right down its mammalian middle. I swerved slightly to the left and I think I clipped its little toenails.

This has been a banner year for road-kill squirrels. Every year it seems there are more than the last. When squirrels startle, you will note, they take to an erratic pattern because if another animal were giving chase, this would [theoretically] foil the predator into exhaustion from running in a zig-zag. Or did I just make that up? I don’t get it though. How does the prey not tire more quickly as well? I guess they run up trees faster than something large and large. And big and large.

Then there is the curve of pursuit, a diagram of which my kids had to draw into their Main Lesson books in 6th Grade when they were at their Waldorf school. I like the play on words pursuit of curves and I think about poeming that. Pursuit of curves, pursuit of curves….

Nancy Upton

I do not understand the curve of pursuit, as you might have guessed, considering my small brain capacity (probably like an Eastern gray squirrel’s) in spite of my appropriately curvy hip-to-waist ratio.

You can make all sorts of patterns out of pursuit curves. This is the humble triangle. When you are older, you might be ready for a pentagram. But not this day!

The very horrifying road kill of the day, to which I refer in the title of this post, had to do with gasp! several smashed red velvet cupcakes. So beautiful, so huge, so red, so smooshed flat inside of their frilly cupcake cups. They smelled good, too, a whiff of sugary love as I rode past, careful not to re-run them over as with the squirrel. I saw at least 4, a whole fancy-dinner-ful of them. What do you suppose the people did for dessert without their cupcakes? Now, my dear pets, you should look away if you are faint of heart, for here I post a photo of a smashed red velvet cupcake:

I myself have only tasted red velvet cupcakes twice. I am not a fan of cupcakes except for the ones Annie made for her 14th Birthday party last month. OH MY those were fine. Vanilla with vanilla buttercream. Out of this world!

We do take cupcakes quite seriously around here due to the aforementioned offspring’s passion for cupcake baking. Though that post featured some flower cupcakes, look at these:

They are meant to mimic lo mein or fried rice or something Chinese take-out-y. They did not taste too good, if I recall correctly. All of those toppings were made with candy, what kind I don’t remember, but gross stuff that no adults would ever normally eat. You can see the Rice Krispies, too. A clever design, I must admit.

When I was searching for an image of a gray squirrel, I found a stupid video of a squirrel and a penguin playing Dueling Banjos and it reminded me of a post a couple years back that Erin O’Brien did about that very song and the men in the movie Deliverance.

Without further ado (boy did this post end up in a different place than I had imagined it would!)

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Yesterday I took my youngest to a dr’s appt in Springfield (1/2 hour-ish drive) and we listened to Sound of Music in the car. This was a staple of my kids’ childhood and it had been a long time since I’d listened to it. It was a staple of my own childhood, too, come to think of it. We sang along and sang along and sang along while we admired Julie Andrews’ multiple-octave range.

Speaking of multiple-octave ranges, we then listened to Mahalia Jackson. How sweet the sound!

I took a new way home so as to avoid a 3-mile traffic jam which we saw on 91 N as we were heading south. But I did a silly thing and ended up seeing more of Chicopee, Massachusetts than I ever thought possible. I took 116 North and it went on and on and on forever. I suppose I’ll never drive that route again unless I have to.

One cool thing was crossing the Connecticut River in a spot where the bridges and water and trees were an interesting jumble off in the distance. I couldn’t look for long because I was driving. The day was bright and sunshiny and my kid is pretty amenable when you take her anywhere alone in the car (with older sister is an entirely different story).

That’s a good day in my book.

A couple of Sundays ago, I took the girls to some antique/thrift shops up on Rtes 5 and 10 in S. Deerfield. That was fun. Violet got a good bargain on a bunch of oldish, broken watches. She thinks she can take them apart to use for projects/jewelry making. She also found a 1950s-circa silk dress that is fabulous and only 15 bucks. This is not a price one finds much any more on vintage clothing. It’s in tip top condition and a perfect fit.

Annie was happy with a couple of old glass bottles.

My greatest buy was 3 hats for 5 bucks each. Vintage hats nowadays run upwards of 15 dollars each (if you’re lucky), so I don’t buy them any more. This was a bargain and I’ll be going back to the same place some day to see if they restock. So fun! Hooray!

This one is the oldest and in the best condition, the veil is still intact and it has covered metal stays on either side inside.

A goofy thing is that each hat is a shade of purple; I didn’t try to find purple hats, it just worked out that way.

Here’s a goofy one with “flowers.” It looks sort of pirate-y:

You’ll have to suffer in not getting to see the other hat. I’m too dang tired to take another photo and I’ve just inherited a situation in which I have to frost some chocolate cupcakes with chocolate ganache that was taking too long to cool and set for Annie to do herself before bedtime (there’s a going-away party for a dear classmate tomorrow).

My keyboard is practically covered in chocolate ganache fingerprints, but I did finish the cupcakes and can now go to bed. 3 sticks of butter in that ganache recipe. Ridiculous, Martha Stewart, absolutely ridiculous! I should kick your ass.

I couldn’t resist one more photo after all

strange-looking cupcake in lower right corner actually has flaked chocolate on top, designated for the going-away kid

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, good night!

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First, I love the boxes that I get at Atkins. When I shop at Atkins, I don’t have my groceries bagged; rather, I grab a box from their Wall of Boxes and stick everything in there.

The Wall of Boxes has a lot of cardboard “crates” in which bananas, melons, hmm, that’s all I can think of, bananas and melons, have been shipped.

The Wall of Boxes also has A LOT of wine and beer boxes. These are the boxes to which I gravitate. They don’t have the huge “breathing” holes nor do they have gunky leftover leaves of plants in the bottoms. The beer and wine boxes tend to be the perfect shape for putting underneath my desk to collect the household paper-recycling and to load with clothes and household goods to send off to the Goodwill (soon, soon, I swear). These boxes are also perfect for packing a cupboard’s worth of foodstuffs for several days on the Cape.

But the real reason to love these boxes is the graphics:

This is the other side of the lemons’ box:

You may not be able to read the fine print, but it says that the trademark on the design goes all the way back to 1928. Pretty cool if you ask me but since you didn’t ask and this is my blog, I get to say what’s cool anyway. Queen of Sheba and Lord Grand Poobah, I am.

GIANT 47 POUND ROOSTER:

And this one, over which Violet nearly flipped (“Mom, Mom, can I have it?”) (blurry photo=apology from twinkly):

So that’s all pretty good for Thankful. But there’s more.

Violet was away at camp for 2 weeks and here I will gush. She came home with hair like this:

And she made, among other amazing things, this:

Alternate view, since it takes a minute to “get it:”

It’s an anatomical heart. Made of glass. Unbelievable that kid of ours (again, sorry about the blurriness of the photo)

If that’s not enough, Annie obtained a cupcake-decorating book last week, so she’s been making cupcakes like mad:

That’s about it for today. It’s a lot, isn’t it? All of this saved you from a Thankful Thursday about men in kilts. Maybe next time:

He’s wearing a pink shirt. You know how I feel about a man in a pink shirt, don’t you?

I just realized this is Gerard Butler in an ad campaign which sort of sucks and makes me want to remove the photo. But he’s so beautiful, I’m just gonna leave it. Plus, those beautiful graphics on the shipping crates are all about advertising, too. This brings the post a little bit full circle. Full circle. Another thing for which I am grateful.

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