Happy Thanksgiving!

  I have boat chores to do, but I’m saving them for the rainy days.  Laundry gets done early on the sunny days; the marina does have a dryer but I’d rather use the sun and avoid lines at the laundry room.  Grocery shopping is a sunny day activity when we use the motorbike.  Inside dusting and vacuuming will just have to wait.  Sunday, Monday as well as today were sunny so we were out and about.

  Hope you all have a great Thanksgiving tomorrow back at home.  Lots of food and football.  We’re getting together with Bill and Judy for chicken and cornbread stuffing and roasted vegetable and some local treats.  In the morning I’m going to do another load of laundry early and then take Randal off  for a walk so we’ll deserve Thanksgiving dinner.  But no wine for me.  After a two for one happy hour here tonight on an empty stomach, I’m going to be tea totaling for a bit. 

Ru

Cyprus Sunday and Monday

This past Sunday was sunny so we took Bill and Judy for a walk up to “our” basilica.

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You get a better idea of the place with people in it.

According to the leaflet we got from the little boy, parts are still buried and there are no funds at this point for further excavation. There won’t ever be enough money if they rely on a small boy and smaller puppy to collect entrance fees.

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Bill and Judy from the sailing vessel BeBe

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Bill in the stone basin in the baptismal chamber.

The little boy and puppy and an older brother came again with handouts for Bill, Judy and Randal. Bill gave him some lira coins. Randal only had a twenty TL note so told me to trade the 20 for the coins. It took a bit of persuading but finally the boy saw it was a better deal to give me the 5 coins and take the 20 TL paper. We will all save our leaflets to prove we paid once so we shouldn’t have to pay again. Since it was about my 7th time there I guess paying once is fair. (Today on my walk I saw and adult “official” asleep in the booth at the entrance to the small area.

Market Day in Yeni Erenkoy

Monday is market day in the local town. We first made a stop at the local Turkcell shop to get our Cyprus SIM phone card and some minutes. There was no real hope for the Turkish SIM card and the 50 TL we had on each phone. Maybe we’ll revisit Turkey before our minutes run out in January and our Turkish VISA that we needed for our one night in Istanbul on the way back to Cyprus runs out in February.

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Lots of lovely fruit and veggies.

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Local families were shopping as well as many British and German xPats.

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Household goods and some clothing were for sale.

The market was much smaller than Famagusta but just 10 minutes down the road. Famagusta is over an hour by local bus for just about the same things.

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Randal tries to load the two loaves of bread into our front basket.

It’s a wonder we got everything back to the boat. We didn’t bring our panniers because we only needed to do a little shopping. But when you see all the beautiful fruit and veggies and the great bread, you go a little crazy.

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The two rounded loaves that together are about the size of a basketball.

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This loaf is olive bread complete with pits!

While I was buying fruit Randal was buying bread and since it all looked great he bought two loaves.

We returned from the market and I quickly put together a picnic and off we went for a walk and lunch north of the marina.

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Cyprus has a beautiful shoreline and a great spot for a picnic just a 30 minute walk down the road.

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There is a huge mound of porous rock and we walked to the top for lunch.

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Randal looks so tiny but is only about a 3 minute walk from where I’m taking the photo.

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Cheese, salami and tomato on some of our new bread. I’d also spread some mayo and about a teaspoon of spicy pepper spread onto the sandwich. Randal had bought a jar of the spread at the market thinking it was sundried tomatoes. I ate some of our left-over chicken instead.

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Then it was time to head on back to the marina.

Unfortunately there’s no path along the water and we had to walk back to the road to return to the marina.

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Walking back to the main road from our picnic spot.

Back in Cyprus

Hi All,

  Our flights were smooth and the luggage arrived in Cyprus with us.  The only "negative" was that I somehow managed to leave the book I was reading in the Detroit airport.  I noticed two minutes after I sat down but wasn’t allowed to get off the plane to go look for it.  I was really sad because I really was enjoying the book: A Day of Small Beginnings by Lisa Pearl Rosenbaum.  We flew from Detroit to Paris which sounds a lot more exciting than it is since we stayed only in the terminal and wifi is limited to 15 free minutes.  But that was long enough for me to check the downloadable e books from my library and Amazon.com.  My library only had the paper edition but Amazon had it.  This was great incentive for me to finally use my Kindle and when we got to Cyprus I was able to log-on to the marina wifi and order it from Amazon and load it onto my Kindle.  THANKS HAR FOR ENCOURAGING ME TO GET THE KINDLE AND TEACHING ME HOW TO USE IT.  AND THANKS TO CID AND ALAN AT THE ROANOKE COUNTY PUBLIC LIBRARY FOR SHOWING ME HOW TO DOWNLOAD LIBRARY BOOKS.  I love it!  I don’t mind reading the Kindle though I miss the feel of a real book.  But with the Kindle I can’t lose treasured book marks like the whirling dervish woven book mark I lost in my book.  I do hope whoever found the book reads it and likes it as much as I am.  Or the security folks at the airport disposed of it as a security risk.  That would really be too bad. 

Ru

DoraMac

Cyprus in November 21, 2011 : Beware of what you wish for!

“I’m so done with hot weather!” That’s what I told everyone when we left the tropical weather of Southeast Asia and India behind. Summer in Turkey and Cyprus was hot, but not like tropical heat. We’ll we’re back in North Cyprus and we don’t have tropical weather now!

We arrived November 18th and it felt a bit cool but not cold. In the afternoon our friends Bill and Judy on BeBe offered to drive us in their shared rental car to get groceries. They had even been kind enough to try to pick us up that morning at the airport. However, the plan had been tentative; the cruiser they share the car with thought he might have needed it. So when Randal and I didn’t see them at the terminal we took a taxi. But our plane had been early and Bill and Judy were killing time in the coffee shop so we managed to miss each other. Our refrigerator was indeed bare, so we were glad for the chance to begin to refill it. On our way to the grocery store it started to pour and then hail. On our way home we came to a section of road that looked like winter! So much for mild winters! We saw two cars that had slid off the road and another that was about to get itself stuck trying to pull the cars from the field back to the road. I hadn’t brought my camera, but luckily Bill and Judy have a phone that takes photos so we have proof of the heavy hail storm.

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They also captured the rainbow at the end of the road. It literally did go from sea to shore: these are both sides.

That night I made the bed with flannel sheets and 3 blankets!

Saturday we woke to enough sun that I put in a laundry. The sun lasted about an hour and then the rain came so the clothes spent the day drying in our saloon. We’d never had rain while we were here in August; at least I don’t remember any. Every day was laundry day and it dried in a few hours. ( Now it takes most of the day even in bright sun.) By about 3pm the rain stopped and I needed to get some exercise so took my walk up to the 5th century AD basilica I’d visited so many times in August. This time I had on a turtleneck, a sweater and my rain jacket instead of a sleeveless shirt and shorts. But it was just as lovely.

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Fields had some green shoots from the fall rains.

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The basilica had puddles!

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The mosaics were not so dusty.

And this time the puppy that came running had a little boy with him.

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Who is walking whom?

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They were so cute.

Later the little boy came back with a photocopied sheet of information and map of the layout of the basilica. I’d read on another web site about the family across the street who would bring the leaflet and collect the entrance fee, 5TL; but I’d never had it happen before. I had a 20 TL note with me but didn’t want to try to explain that so told him I had no money and tried to return the paper. He indicated that I should keep it. I knew I’d be back so I wasn’t worried about the money.

Judy had mentioned that 4:30 was the beginning of dark so I started back after just a short time.

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Lots of atmosphere

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Rain clouds were rolling back in

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I saw a lovely sunset even as the light rain began to fall.

A second basilica visit, the local veggie market and our picnic by the sea…next email.

Democracy

  I haven’t been writing much because for the past week we "cat sat" for my sister and stayed at her house where there are 3 TVs.  It’s amazing how much time you can spend watching television: not reading or writing or whatever….  I got hooked on Once Upon A Time because I have always loved fairy tales and this one is rather cleverly done.  And I like the Good Wife.  And oddly, if I miss most of the "TV season" I can still catch up watching just a few episodes when we’re home.  At least we listen to Public Radio in the car.  I love public radio: you can really learn a lot. 

  Our time is growing short.  We head on back to the boat next Wednesday.  That’s so hard to believe.  It feels as if we just got here and certainly haven’t spent nearly enough time with family and friends.  We still face the daunting task of packing boat parts and books into the suitcases.  Even with the Kindle, I still want my books and with odd taste, I can’t be sure what I want will have been ordered in the electronic format by the library (with its book budget) or Amazon with its Popular Taste perspective.   Right now I’m reading The Search for God at Havard by Ari L. Goldman to prepare for our trip to Israel and the Middle East.  Not only do I know too little about other religions, but I remember much too little about my own.  One doesn’t have to be religious to be knowledgeable about religions and respectful of other people who believe differently.  Freedom of religion is the best kind of religion.  Anyway, here is the rest of my "preachy" email about democracy, voting and libraries.

Ru

Voting    November 8, 2011   and Libraries Everyday

November 8th was Election Day in the United States.  Randal and I voted.  I have to admit ignorance in most of the races, but one was important to me and I wanted to support the candidate.  To encourage citizens to vote, polls are located in neighborhoods where people live so Randal and I were able to walk to the Oakland School as part of our daily walk around the neighborhood.  This is an off-year ( no Presidential, Senate or House elections)  when we only voted for state and local officials and local and state issues.   But since all politics is local these elections are important too.  Some people ran unopposed and I voted for them because at least they were willing to do the job and pay attention to water issues and the like.  Not fancy titles and no glory but they were willing to do it so I put a check next to their names even though they’d already won just by being on the ballot. 

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We voted at the Noel C. Taylor Learning Academy at Oakland on Williamson Road.

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Not many folks voting but there was lots of enthusiasm by this poll watcher.

That afternoon I visited the other bastion of democracy, the public library! The 419 HQ Branch of the Roanoke County Public Library System where I worked for 26 years.  Of course I went to visit friends and say hello to the library patrons who were kind enough to still remember me.     I took my new Kindle Reader and laptop so the Reference staff could show me how to download FREE LIBRARY BOOKS to the Kindle device.  Yippeee!!!!  I had been reluctant to bother with my new Kindle but now that I can borrow library books I most certainly will use it.  It’s the greatest thing since getting to borrow hard copy books from the library FOR FREE!!!!.  Did I mention that just about everything you get from your library is FREE!!!!   I have said many times before that after family and friends, what I miss most when we travel is access to a Public Library where I can borrow books!  Even when we travel I can use my library card to access online library databases.  But now I can read books online too.  I could have done so in the past but I would have had to read them on my computer and I didn’t want to do that.  But now I can read them on my Kindle.  Yippee!!!  Alan and Cid helped me and I’m all set. 

I made the rounds and visited Diana, My library director and many other folks who I’d worked with for many years.  I hope to make one more visit before we leave for Cyprus.  And when we return next year I can visit them all in the brand new South County Library that is under construction. 

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Alan in the blue shirt, Cid at the desk helping some patrons….in a very cramped library building. 

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The Reference and everything else that has no other place office….Sarah is the Young Adult Librarian.  Penny, the PR person and JoAnne, the “many titled” person also seem to have desks here.  A new library is definitely needed.

Here are some views of the new building. 

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Front                                                                                       Back

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Upstairs.

Downstairs will be a coffee shop and a Friends of the Library shop and lots of other things but I especially will enjoy coffee and the Friends used books shop!   And, of course, seeing all my old pals every visit.  Below is a link to the library site if you want to see photos and plans of the new library

http://www.co.roanoke.va.us/index.aspx?nid=1018

Happy Halloween!

  We celebrated Halloween last night at the home of our friends Lois and Gerry and it was all "treats." And though you can’t tell it from my photos there was a very lively full house!

Halloween at Lois and Gerry’s

  Lois and Gerry are masters at creating a holiday party atmosphere.  They threw a wonderful nautically themed party for Randal and me back in 2006 when we headed off to China.  Their Christmas parties are a wonderland of decorations.  But Halloween might be when they go all out turning their huge farmhouse in Boones Mill into a scary delight.  The hors d’euvre table featured such temptations as a human brain, eyeballs, severed fingers and toadstools. Cocktail shrimp, hard cooked eggs, hotdog pieces and mushrooms, arranged, coated, decorated, and stuffed to play their rolls as Halloween fare; all edible and all wonderful.  I however saved my calories for the ribs Gerry had cooked up for dinner.  My camera and I must have fallen under some kind of Gerry and Lois spell because after a few initial photos I started eating and chatting and chatting and eating and chatting which is exactly what they mean for you to do. Every now and then I’d take a few photos and then fall under that eating and chatting spell again. 

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The “front parlor” with its coffin and mourners….and the dining room with another dearly departed being embalmed. 

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Family Zombie photos!

These photos changed from charming to creepy as you walked by. 

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Spider Woman! 

   The carapace (I had to look that up!) was cute but kept getting in the way as Lois raced madly around making sure everyone was eating and chatting!  So after a bit she ditched the bottom half for pants but kept the extra arms to help out.

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Chef Gerry!

There were biscuits, salad, baked beans, fried potatoes, and tons of ribs. 

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Food and Drink

That empty tray was just the first tray of ribs!  I had ribs for starters, main course and dessert.  I can take a pass on filet mignon, but I just love ribs!  And because it was a Halloween party for adults we had booze rather than Kool Aid!

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Lois arranging the desserts….and this was as close as I could get to take a photo.

Pumpkin everything and cupcakes.  If I had cut into the line, even just to take a photo, I would have joined the embalmed guy.

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Brokeback something?  A cowboy and a “horny” scarecrow.  Randal and “good” witch Bobbie.

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There were tables of people everywhere eating and chatting…all under the spell cast by Lois and Gerry.

We renewed old acquaintances, made new friends and had a thoroughly wonderful time.

Final trip email

  I’ve mixed feelings about this final trip email.  Relief that I’ve finally caught up; sadness that the trip is really over.  I get to relive everything writing about it and reading the comments folks send in as comments.  When we left Roanoke, it seemed as if the trip would last forever; and then all too soon, it was over.  And even though we have Skype and email and cell phones, there’s nothing that compares with actually being with people.  I want to live "down the street" from everyone, not half way across the country or half way around the world. I especially hate to be so far away that no one can call me and say, "I need you to do this for me."  Being away if someone might need me to be there is the hardest part of being so far away.   But, somewhat selfishly, I also miss our life in Cyprus with its smaller pace of life, amazingly beautiful desert scenery, ancient ruins and simple healthy food.  (Not that we haven’t eaten wonderful food here and I have a few additional pounds around my middle to prove it!) 

  We’ll be here in Roanoke about 3 more weeks.  It will take us that long to pack up books, boat supplies, and the odds and ends.  Luckily we each get to bring back a 50 pound suitcase and a carry on.  But I don’t want to think about that now so I’m not Scarlett. 

Ru

Lake Sharbot Hike and visit to Westport, Canada

  The weather cooperated so one day we went “off island” to hike one of the trails overlooking Lake Sharbot.  We were a bit late for peak leaf color, but it was a lovely day.

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For women who had biked the world and trekked the Himalayas, this was just a walk in the park. 

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Lovely scenery

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The trail was easy, well marked and we had a really nice time.

After our hike we ate at one of the restaurants in town because Randal wanted to take Charmaine and Linda out for lunch and give them a break from cooking for us.  And it’s always fun to eat in local restaurants.

Then it was off on a drive to Westport to visit an art gallery Linda and Charmaine wanted to see and to find yet one more used book store which Randal and I always like to do.   Westport, a stop along the Rideau Canal is a lovely small town that really appears to cater to tourists.  There were shops selling high end clothes, decorative items for your home, items representative of a visit to Canada, but alas,  no used book store. 

“The Rideau Canal is one of 36 natural and cultural sites included on the World Heritage List. Those of us who live, work or play in the Westport and Rideau Lakes area know how unique the waterway is. Over 200 kilometers of lakes and rivers joined by manmade canals and locks make their way through a diverse Canadian terrain and unveils an authentic holiday get-away destination. The canal is North America’s oldest continuously operating waterway and was built between 1826 and 1832.”

http://www.westportrideaulakes.on.ca/

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Rideau Canal

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Westport is a “tourist town” but also a real community. 

I liked the contrast of the white steeple against the sky and the last of the colored leaves.

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This photo doesn’t capture the intense red of the red leaves against the red brick.

Remember Lily Tomlin’s character Edith Ann?

http://www.lilytomlin.com/charns/edithann/home.htm

My college roommate Eileen, who after a long career with the Federal Government, retired and went to law school and now practices law in Virginia.  I need you to know that before I tell you that in college she used to entertain both of us with her perfect “Edith Ann” imitations.   As soon as I saw this huge oversized Adirondack chair, I knew what we had to do.  

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Randal, Charmaine and Linda eye the huge Adirondak chair, but probably not for the same reasons I did.  Even though Randal knows Eileen, he’s never seen her Edith Ann imitation.

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It wasn’t easy but Randal climbed up the front of the chair.  How to feel like a little kid again!

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I used my Outward Bound problem solving skills, walked around and climbed in from the much lower side. 

THIS IS FOR YOU EILEEN!!!

Virginia Ham, Chef Charmaine, games and guitars

  The Canadian adventure continues with this email. (Warning, food photos!  Don’t read if hungry!!)

Charmaine and Linda are world travelers. To bring them something unique we had to think “close to home.”  We brought wine from Chateau Morrisette, a winery down the road in Floyd just off the Blue Ridge Parkway at milepost 171.5.  There are other nearby wineries, but Randal really likes their Sweet Mountain Laurel which really goes well with salty Virginia ham.  I forget what the other bottle was, but both certainly got finished off.  I know I filled my glass a few times.  We also brought peanuts from Emporia, Virginia, home of the annual Peanut Tour bicycle ride that we’ve done too many times to remember.  The ham was a spur of the moment decision and we bought it on our way into Chincoteague, our last stop before we crossed the border into Maryland. (Virginia ham bought in Maryland wouldn’t have been the same.)  We just hoped the ham would make it across the border into Canada!  It did; no problem probably because it was cured or whatever it was that made it not need refrigeration.  I don’t have a really good sense of “cured ham” as ham was definitely something else my mother didn’t make.  Actually probably no one’s mother made it since we were Jewish and so were most of the families in the neighborhood.

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The ham was cured with salt so overnight soaking was necessary and then rinsing before it could be cooked.  Randal rinsed and Charmaine did the cooking.  Here Charmaine is testing the temperature of the cooked ham to check if it was done.  It actually took less time than we had calculated.

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Getting the ham out of the pot and finally onto a cutting board.  You can see the soap resting and setting up on the counter in front of the ham so it was a really busy morning with both soap and ham projects going on.

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Ready for dinner that evening.

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A huge bowl of salad, scalloped potatoes and rolls made for a wonderful dinner…And there was ham for lunch the next day, and, and, and then we received this email from Charmaine after our visit.

“I made split pea soup with the ham hock (bone) yesterday; it is fantastic!

Up here, we call it "French Canadian Pea Soup" – I am not sure why.” 

Bet it was really good too!  Everything Charmaine made was really good and I insisted on getting Linda’s recipe for the salad dressing. 

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Charmaine had made a spicy tomato soup for a lunch one day.  Salmon was dinner our last night.

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Potatoes, salmon, garlic green beans and also a huge bowl of cauliflower with Hollandaise sauce.  It tasted as good as it looked on the beautiful platter.

I must say here that our friends Har and Julia each also made salmon while we visited and it was wonderful, and wonderfully different, each place we went.  Truly, we had great food everywhere and I still say that the best food you get is served at the home of friends!

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After dinner games.  Charmaine and Randal were the winning partners.  Every night we played different games and Randal kept winning until the very last game which I had no clue how to play but won, I think!

Our last afternoon Randal and Linda got out their guitars and both played and sang.  I worked on arranging and resizing photos to use for our emails and Charmaine relaxed and read.  It was a perfect afternoon with Virginia peanuts and wine for snacks!

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Lots of smiling in these photos!

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Charmaine relaxes from her cooking with a book.  The painting is by Linda.

Lovely and comfortable as it was, we didn’t just stay in the house the whole time.  We went off for walks, lunch in Lake Sharbot and a drive to the nearby town of Westport all the time keeping an eye on the weather because of its impact on the dinghy ride back to the island.

The next, and sadly final email from Canada, (and our “road trip north,”) will be “off island” adventures.

Linda and Randal make soap

  One Charlotte Island project was soap making.  These photos tell that story.

Ru

DoraMac

Linda and Randal make soap:  photos by Charmaine and me.

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Setting up the equipment and starting the project which involved lye and heat….

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Measuring and heating and adding: coconut oil. Olive oil, vegetable shortening, aloe vera, lanolin, lavender oil, and very carefully, lye. 

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Double double toil and trouble add some coloring and watch it bubble!  Actually it didn’t bubble; it just changed color!

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Charmaine’s photo of me taking photos as Randal and Linda pour the “soap” into a container to harden.

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Cutting up the block of soap and adding some natural decorations 

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We have a bar in our shower and it feels wonderful and makes the whole bathroom smell like lavender.  Both Linda’s mother and Randal’s mom had made soap, so soap making was a childhood memory.  My mother grew up in New York City and I don’t recall her ever mentioning her mother making soap and I know for sure we never saw my mom making soap.  My mother lived at home and worked in business until her marriage so really didn’t even know how to cook food, never mind cook up a batch of soap.  But she did learn to cook and I wish I’d paid more attention. I do most of the daily cooking, but Randal is the real “chef” and only soap maker in our family. 

And speaking of food, the next email is about the “Virginia Ham” project.

Charmaine, Linda, Charlotte Island – Lake Sharbot, Ontario Canada

I spent about 2 hours last night writing the first version of this email and lost it all in one wrong key stroke!  This is version 2, less spontaneous but certainly more thought out!

Ru

ps  Linda and Charmaine:  If I get my facts confused let me know.  It won’t be the first (or last) time I’ve had to write corrections.

Charmaine and Linda Charlotte Island, Lake Sharbot, Ontario

In the year 2000 a group of 250 people including Randal, Linda and Charmaine took part in Odyssey 2000, a year long bicycle ride around the world. Friendships were made. So after leaving Boston, Randal and I drove up to Lake Sharbot, Ontario, Canada to visit Linda and Charmaine.  In March 2012, Linda and Charmaine are planning to join us in Cyprus.  Randal and I will rent a car and show them sites we want to share and then we’ll go on to explore all of Cyprus, North and South.  In late April the four of us will make the 2 day passage from Cyprus to Israel.  Linda and Charmaine are real adventures.  In 2009 they joined a fund raising trek to the Himalayas organized by Save the Children Canada and pharmacists across Canada of which Linda is a member.  Charmaine is a physician.  Here is the article about Linda and Charmaine that was featured in the Frontenac News in 2009.

http://www.frontenacnews.ca/2009/09-40_oct_8/himalayan_trek.html

It was an all day, mostly rainy drive from Boston to Watertown, NY where we stopped for the night.  The next day we rose early and drove to the Canadian border.

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Approaching the border.

Most government facilities around the world prohibit one from taking photos.  I have no idea what the rules were here at the border, but I’ve trained myself not to take photos and go asking for trouble.  My mother would always say, “If you have to ask, the answer is No.”  Pretty sure the answer would be NO, I didn’t ask.

Crossing the border into Canada took about 5 minutes at most.  There were no lines that Saturday morning and the border guard asked just the few basic questions.  We had less than the allowable amount of alcohol, no tobacco or firearms.  He asked to see our passports but then still asked our nationality.  He asked our professions and I think I saw him smile at the word librarian.  (For all that we hear Google is taking over the information industry and librarians will become obsolete, we have had several positive comments when Randal wears my “Librarians are Novel Lovers” t-shirt.)  I think we mentioned the ham, apple and Virginia peanuts but they were no problem.  Then we were waved through and on our way.

When we finally arrived late morning at the shore of Lake Sharbot, there were Charmaine and Linda to meet us with hugs and smiles.  We packed up what we needed from the car and loaded books, computer, camera, art supplies, 3 days worth of clothes, toiletries, vitamins, (VA wine, peanuts, ham) and soap making supplies.  Yes, soap making supplies!  Randal had made soap years ago before we’d gone cruising and thought it would be a fun “island project.”  It was going to be a very full 3 days!

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At home on Charlotte Island

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I love their house!  It’s just the right size with floor to ceiling windows that make you think you’re inside and outside at the same time!  And lots of comfortable chairs!

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Space for tents for the summer crowd on the platform at the lower left of the photo.

Charmaine and Linda bought the “cottage” as these lake homes are called and renovated it to meet their needs and “green” philosophy.

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Front yard and out building and one of the pieces of art displayed around the island.

The Guest House

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The front porch and the guest room with a Linda-built Murphy bed that folds back into the wall.

You can see the big house just across the way where there is a lovely shower with a window/wall,  a heated floor when you step out from the shower, a bathroom with a self-composting toilet and everything a house has that isn’t located on a 1 ¼ acre  island in a lake.  We “no way” were roughing it!

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View from the guest outhouse

At the end of the guest room porch is the outhouse with another self-composting toilet.  You don’t need reading material because the view is so interesting. One morning I watched some loons diving for food as they swam by my view.

Sunset colors!

Watching the sunset, the trees light up with Fall colors, and the day turn to night.

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http://www.sharbotlake.com/

Lake Sharbot is about. 120 km west of Ottawa

More Canada stories and photos in the next several emails….I took lots of photos!

Martha, Jessica, Boston

Randal is still working on "work stuff" and I’m working on catching up with these emails.  We did take time off today to walk the Roanoke River Greenway detouring downtown for lunch. (You knew food was involved, of course.)  I’m going to save all of the Roanoke photos for the end so when we travel around the world we can more easily show folks about "home."

This email takes us to our next to last stop, Chestnut Hill (Boston,) Massachusetts to visit Martha and Jessica.

Ru

Martha and Jessica in Chestnut Hill, MA October 2011

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Randal made himself right at home with the computer, his relaxing outfit and his Glenfiddich.

A collage of Martha and Jessica

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Self-photo with Martha!

Martha and I worked together at the Roanoke County Public Library from 1979 to about 1990?  She was “The” Children’s Librarian.   Then Martha moved to Boston to take more classes in writing and studying children’s literature. In 2003 Jessica became part of Martha’s family.

Wednesday Art Group

Martha and her “art” group which have been going on for many years.  I’ve been lucky enough to join them for their Wednesday morning meetings during our visits north.  There’s always first a wonderful breakfast and then they discuss the past week’s art project.

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Marion, Martha, and Kitty                                              Marion and Kitty

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Marion and Kitty contemplate this week’s project.

A picture had been cut into several pieces: each woman had taken some of the pieces to recreate and then at the meeting the new version was put together to see if it fit and it did!

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Another recreated picture and my “still life” with camera…..

I WANT AN ART GROUP!!!!!!!

A short walk from Martha’s and Jessica’s house is the Chestnut Hill Reservoir, 1.56 miles in circumference.

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Canada Geese that were born in Boston and never leave.

“Q. Why don’t the Canada geese migrate anymore?

A. Canada geese that nest in Massachusetts are descendants of geese once kept in captivity to be used as live decoys. These birds were released when the use of live decoys was outlawed in 1935. Having been bred in captivity for several generations, these birds never developed a migration tradition which passed down from generation to generation in wild birds. Hence, those geese never learned to migrate, nor did their young. There were only a few geese originally and caused few problems but as the population expanded, doubling every few years, by the 1970s people began complaining about nuisance geese. So it’s not that they don’t migrate anymore, they never did, but with over 30,000 geese in the state now, people are certainly more aware of them. More Canada goose information.”

I thought the Canada Geese were quite appealing especially since they don’t chase you like the wild turkeys that roamed Boston for a while were likely to do.  (Madly flashing my bandana made them run away, the turkeys, not the geese which pretty much ignored everyone.)  Apparently the geese are a pretty big issue in Boston.

Here are more Q and A from the Massachusetts Wildlife Department……

http://www.mass.gov/dfwele/dfw/wildlife/facts/birds/waterfowl/waterfowl_faqs.htm#canada

Q. Why are we not allowed to hunt Canada geese during the late season in the Cape Cod and Buzzards Bay parts of the coast waterfowl zone? There are plenty of geese.

A. The late Canada goose season did not exist until 1988. Prior to that, the only goose hunting was during the regular waterfowl season which ended January 20 most years. The late season was an extra season designed to harvest resident Canada geese, which had increased to the point of becoming nuisances, after wild geese had migrated through the state. However, we have discovered that many migrant geese that used to winter as far south as North Carolina no longer go that far.

One study found that over 70% of migrant geese from Maritime Canada now winter on Long Island, NY and along the southern New England coast line. Neck collar observations indicated that over 40% of the Canada geese now wintering along Massachusetts’ southern coast are migrant geese, twice as many as allowed for a late resident goose season. You are seeing more Canada geese because more migrant birds are wintering in the southern Coastal waterfowl hunting zone.

Canada Geese Questions

Q. I have a problem with Canada geese. I don’t want them hurt, but will you come move them someplace else?

A. NO. In the late 1960s and early 1970s we did have a program to move nuisance geese, but we simply ran out of places to put them and now there are so many Canada geese in the Atlantic Flyway, nobody else wants them, either. Further, geese fly and most geese will return from great distances back to where they were captured. Fencing is the most effective way to keep geese out of an area in most cases. Please see our Canada goose information.

Q. What can I do to get rid of Canada geese?

A. No special permit is required to harass Canada geese by chasing them, making loud noises, or using scare crow type devices. However, you may not harm the birds. Often you can fence the birds away from your area. You can also develop natural barriers such as dense hedges, or remove what ever is attracting the geese in the first place. You may wish to replace areas of lawn with wood chips or low vegetation like creeping Mrytle or pachysandra which geese do not eat. See the Living with Canada geese link.

You can apply to MassWildlife to addle eggs, which prevents hatching and renesting. See Egg Addling Information on our website.

Swan Questions

Q. I am seeing more and more swans in Massachusetts. Where did these beautiful birds come from?

A. The swans you are seeing are mute swans, and like English sparrows and starlings, they are not native to North America, but an introduced species. Originally brought in from Europe and Asia as ornamental waterfowl to grace the ponds of Long Island estates, some escaped to the wild where they became established, spread up and down the coast and are now moving inland. Highly aggressive and territorial, there is evidence that they are displacing native waterfowl and can be destructive to some aquatic habitats, destroying more vegetation than they actually eat.

Unlike native waterfowl, mute swans were not federally protected until Dec. 2001 when a court ruled that mute swans must be granted federal protection under the same Migratory Bird Treaty that protects native swans, the tundra swan, and the trumpeter swan much to the consternation of people who view the mute swan as a destructive interloper.

Feeding Waterfowl

Q. Why is it okay to feed birds in my back yard, but I’m told not to feed waterfowl?

A. Actually, it is MassWildlife’s policy not to feed any wildlife, but there are no state laws prohibiting feeding. Unlike the birds in your backyard that come to your feeder, eat, and leave, most waterfowl tend to hang around the sites where they are fed. Often, these sites are in municipal areas that are not suitable for most of the other requirements of waterfowl. Artificial feeding can disrupt the normal activities of waterfowl, concentrate the ducks and geese into larger flocks that may increase the chances of disease outbreaks, and not meet their nutritional requirements, particularly in late winter as the breeding season approaches.

Q. The town owns some property by a pond where people like to feed ducks and geese that is getting terribly dirty with droppings and feathers. The town would like to try signage discouraging feeding. Do you have any signs?

A. We don’t have signs, but can suggest some "friendly" text which has been used successfully in some locations: "Keep Wild Things Wild! Please don’t feed the ducks and geese. This can cause the birds to lose their natural fear of people and impact their ability to survive on their own."

Ducks in the Yard

Q. There’s a duck nesting next to my swimming pool. What should I do?

A. Legally, you cannot destroy or move a bird’s nest or eggs. However, neither should you do anything to make the site more attractive to the duck, like feeding it. Many of these nests will never hatch for any of a number of reasons, but if yours does, you will want to herd the duck and brood away from your pool. Ducklings that fall into the pool will likely be unable to get back out. Since a hen is likely to return in future years, you should try to discourage the duck when it first shows up by harassing it, for which no permit is required.

Well, the Canada Geese didn’t bother us and we had a lovely walk that made Randal smile!

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Food, of course!  But only one photo because we ate everything else up too fast!  Martha made a wonderful vegetarian soup of potatoes, garbanzo beans, artichokes and spices and herbs and I had several bowls.  She also made some tilapia with some of the long striped squash from my still life photo.  The night Jessica had late, afterschool soccer practice we ate Village Fare pizza, the pepperoni half for Jessica and Randal and the Super Veggie half for Martha and me.  Teeny tiny Jessica packed away the most, but then she had just been running around soccer practice for an hour.  And one night we ate at Legal Seafood.  I had bluefish with a lovely mustard sauce, garlic spinach cooked to perfection and onion strings which are perfect with mustard blue fish.  We washed it all down with a bottle of Pinot Grigo.  We being Martha, Martha’s friend (and so our friend too,) Gerard, Randal and moi.  Jessica will have to wait 10 years before she can lift a glass in public.

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It was really good and we followed it up with more chocolate cake and some pear crisp that was shared.  Jessica had some ice cream that she ate all by herself!

The Boston Museum of Science was having an exhibit about Pompeii so we went off to see it.  We drove Gertrude (our GPS) crazy trying to get there, but between Martha’s local knowledge, Randal’s sense of direction and me keeping quiet, we got there.  Randal had actually visited Pompeii on his “around the world” bicycle trip so this exhibit, while great for the hundreds of school kids who were there, probably didn’t teach Randal anything he didn’t already know.  I actually enjoyed watching the kids.  We have rarely interacted with teenagers since we left China, most cruisers being retired folks like us.  There are a families who cruise and “home school” their kids and I imagine those kids are getting an amazing education.  I hope one day someone studies these “sea schooled” kids to see how they compare to land educated kids.

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A body cast from Pompeii and a scene depicting the events.

http://www.mos.org/exhibits_shows/current_exhibits&d=4837 is a link to Museum information.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNeJ-57_vd4&feature=related is a World Book YouTube video explaining what actually killed the people of Pompeii.

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The boys seemed to gravitate to the volcano project and the girls to creating images with the mosaic tiles.

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More fascinating “flush options.”   This one was in the Ladies at the Boston Museum of Science.  Very efficient, sort of like our boat.

Other activities…

Martha also took us to several wonderful used book stores and I kept adding to my pile, Randal not so much.  You would think he was the one with the Kindle.

That ends our trip too short visit to Boston.  Next we drove even further north to Charlotte Island on Lake Sharbot in Ontario to visit Charmaine and Linda, women who, like Randal, took part in the “around the world bike trip.”

New England Lobster Dinner at Eileen’s

  This email is the tale of the lobster dinner which included lobster tails!  (And claws and all the rest of the lobster.)  Randal and I look forward not only to the lobster dinner, but to our annual visit with friends.  Getting to eat with your fingers and make a huge mess just adds to the fun.

New England Lobster Dinner at Eileen’s…..

I grew up eating steamed clams, halibut and on special occasions, lobster.  Randal grew up eating fried chicken, sausage biscuits, and tons of butter in everything.  His mom was a great cook.  My mom became a good cook and made the best lentil soup and pot roasts.  (We also ate chicken feet and cow tongue, but that’s another story.)  In the past several years during our trips up north, Randal learned to love lobster.  He especially loves it when it’s cooked by friends.  This year was a double treat because Carol cooked lobster in New Jersey and sisters Elaine, Jean and Pam cooked lobster for us in Dartmouth.  Har and I checked ahead and ordered the 8 lobsters to be picked up the morning of our dinner.  We also stopped at a small open air market to buy corn which in New England is traditionally served with lobster.  

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Not wanting to chance making friends with the lobsters we just let the “fish guy” select them for us.  This huge old fellow was hopefully going off to be someone’s pet or possibly lobster salad. 

clip_image003  And this year we were finally allowed to be the one to “buy the lobsters,” and at $5.99 per pound it really is quite reasonable.  The guys at the fish store were all really very nice.

The lobsters spent the day snoozing in Har’s refrigerator while Har and I toured down town New Bedford.  Then it was time to take the lobster, corn and some Chateau Morrisette Virginia wine and head over to Eileen’s house.  Eileen is the sister of Jean who is married to Bruce who grew up on Plymouth Street. 

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Kitchen scenes and a pot of steaming mussels.

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Eileen and the steaming Lobster Pot………………..Steamed mussels, fragrent broth and bread to mop it up!

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Randal, lobster and a self portrait done by Eileen’s daughter. 

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Pam had made a wonderful salad and the bowl was very lovely too.

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Sisters….Pam dishes out lobsters first to Eileen and then to Jean.

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Har and Pam                                                                 A Jean and Eileen super dessert.                       

We’d gotten 8 lobsters in case Bruce and Bill (Eileen’s husband) made it home in time from the New England Patriot’s game…but they didn’t. (Pats did win!)  Har’s husband Dick took a pass on the lobsters but came later for the conversation.

We ate mussels with bread to soak up the broth, corn, potatoes and lobster washed down with lots of wine and we still all had room for dessert!  What fun!

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The End!

Next email takes us to Chestnut Hill, MA (Boston) to visit Martha and daughter Jess.