So Scarlett has been having respiratory irritations of sorts (in addition to the hind leg weakness fiasco). She has been having what I am told are “reverse sneezes”, odd since they are not really a sneeze and sound nothing like them. It sounds like she is snorting and and struggling to catch her breath. It was a little scary, but after some reading and talking to the vet, these episodes are normal and harmless, likely brought on by the combination of the bad air and a Bordatella nose drop vaccine that she recently got.

I thought maybe a humidifier would help her breathe better since it has been so dry. We trekked over to Target and bought one. A “Cool Mist Silent Humidifier” fancy, huh? After using it for two nights, I am skeptical that it is doing much for any of us besides making our room look like an 80’s music video. Still I think we will try it for the rest of the week. Who knows…the dog seems better now, so that’s good.

Genius Mom

So yesterday I was making a roast and it just wasn’t getting tender. I couldn’t understand why I had done everything right and was cooking it on low for a few hours, basting often…still the meat was tight and stiff. So I called my mom and asked for advice. She said to add more liquid and cover if for about an hour, and what do you know…presto! It was nice and juicy and tender. I guess Moms really know their stuff. 🙂 Thanks!

From CA to OR to MA and back again…

We went on a little trek a few weeks ago that landed us in 4 different states in less than a week. Interesting to say the least. I like traveling, but I do yearn for my own bed about 3 days out. Oh well.

Oregon had beautiful scenery, including the Spruce Goose! In the middle of nowhere, I might add.

In the North East, where we expected much cooler temps, they were having a heat wave. It was actually cooler in California. New Hampshire had a certain quaint appeal, and Boston was just about as I had expected. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

While in Boston, we took a walk to the North End, looking for dinner in the Italian part of town…MY PEOPLE! It was amazing how intense the culture bled into the streets of this community. It was straight out of a movie: three generations of women gossiping and laughing in front of the laundromat; a short, grey-haired angry little man in an apron yelling at one of his restaurant’s vendors right at the front door; a slick-haired, open-collared, pinky-ringed tough guy chatting on his cell-phone cryptically about “the thing” that went down and how that meant Johnny wasn’t gonna get out for 5 to 8. When we finally did find food, it was amazing and the cannoli were good too (but not as good as my family’s).