Debra LaValley's Blog

Three years ago, I adopted the little crazy bundle of fur – Miss Molly Malone 🙂 I can’t believe it has been so long. I picked her out from the many cats and kittens at the local SPCA because she was such a crazy kitty. She (Channing was her name then) was in the cage with her mother (Stockard). Her mother just sat there with the “please take this crazy kitten” away from me. Molly (aka Channing) was looking at me and frantically waving her paws out from the cage’s grates. She was a NUT! She appeared to have so much personality. My mother accompanied me to the SPCA, and she also thought this crazy little kitten was the one to take home. My previous kitty was my Blue Point Siamese, Suki, who “went to college” at the ripe old age of 20. I love Siamese cats – but Suki was my Siamese. I was happy to adopt a poor homeless kitty. There are so many abandoned and homeless kitties that it made me feel good to give one a home. Molly is one spoiled kitty. I love the little goober.

Cat ESP

If you have ever had a cat in your life (notice – I did not say own a cat – you can never own a cat) – you probably have noticed that they have ESP. They can tell when you are going to do something they may not like (examples: give them medicine, cut their claws, or bring them to the vets). It doesn’t matter how sneaky or nonchalant you are trying to be – they know and head for the hills.

This afternoon was Molly’s yearly physical. I left work early (which most likely hinted that something was up) so I would be certain to get her in her carrier in time for her appointment. I brought her carrier out and placed it in the living room. I proceeded to go about the apartment as if it were just a regular day. Molly did her usual and didn’t appear to notice that anything was up.

It was time to leave,and there was no Molly in sight. I checked a few of her hiding spots and called for her – no Molly. She had “disappeared” into the shadows. I looked under the couch – no Molly. I looked in the bathtub – No Molly. I looked over by the computer – No Molly! Then, I looked under the bed. Initially, I did not see her – sitting there under the bed in the corner. She didn’t even blink. I tried to use my “sweet” voice – but she was not moving.

Her appointment was in 10 minutes! Luckily, the vets is right down the road from me. I had to think fast. What would make her get out from under the bed and into the open so I could grab her? A lightbulb went off in my head – the vacuum cleaner! Molly HATES vacuum cleaners. She doesn’t even like it when it isn’t turned on. Instead of my big vacuum cleaner – I grabbed my new Shark handheld vacuum cleaner. I grabbed it and headed to the side of the bed where she was hiding and turned it on. She was out from under the bed, in a flash. I had just enough time to drop the vac and grab her as she looked for a place to hide from the vacuum cleaner. Let me tell you that getting a 15+ lb squirming bundle of wildcat into a cat carrier – is like getting a square peg in a round hole! It is quite amazing just how strong a house cat aka small puma can be! I had tipped the carrier up earlier so I could “drop” her inside. It was far from a drop. I had to shove Molly down into it head first and slam the door shut. She was NOT happy. She wanted out!

We made it to the appointment. The staff and doctor liked the “dust buster” strategy that I came up with. They hadn’t heard that one before. Molly curiously behaved herself even though she looked humiliated. (I am sure she was silently plotting how to maim and dismember us.)

PS: Molly is doing well and is very healthy. She had her saber-like claws cut, her examination, and her rabies vaccine. She even lost 5 ounces (good for a cat) on her diet. 🙂

Rabbit Rabbit

October is here! My favorite month. I love the fall! Did you know saying “Rabbit Rabbit” is supposed to be good luck if said first thing on the first day of the month. I was in the bathroom this morning when it dawned on me to say “Rabbit Rabbit.” I am sure that Molly thought me quite silly. There is also a “rabbit” that can be seen in the moon. I see a different and cuter rabbit that is described on the internet. See below for that interpretation:

Personally – I see this cuter bunny:

Either way – I love the moon. It seems especially beautiful in October since the night get cooler and the sky seems clearer. I am not a fan of heat and humidity – so October is perfect for my internal thermometer! I also love the fall foliage and Halloween. I am sure I will be posting more about that in the near future.

Have a wonderful October, everyone!

Tonight (well it really was last night since it is now after midnight 9/23), I went out to visit my friends Tim and Dianne. It down poured tonight. I have only seen like 2 frogs/toads all summer – but on my short drive over to their house tonight – I was trying to avoid many frogs that were in the road. Some were hopping across the road – others just sitting there as if waiting for something. It reminded me of a poem I wrote some years ago so I decided to print it.

The Spiritual Nature of Frogs
by Me 🙂 circa 1998

Mesmerized
they line the streets
to begin their pilgrimage
across the great black plain.
A few edge into the unknown
in deep meditation, they enter the mist
and slowly cross the great expanse,
pausing occasionally, but never doubting the way.
Wide-eyed they approach the light…
lead by something .
Never blinking their eyes
the path – clear –
A test of faith?
Their faith in me?
My faith in them?
(Faith in myself?)
Or Someone’s faith in both of us?

(Note: I took this toad photo in 2008 in Tucson, AZ at Uncle Bob’s house. It was huge and sat in his driveway under the light munching on bugs.)

I walked along Horseshoe Pond this morning and noticed the crab apple tree by the pond. I thought I may have already blogged about the crab apple tree at my grandparents’ (LaValley) house, but couldn’t find the post. My grandparents lived on 98 Washington Street in Penacook and had a huge crab apple tree in the back yard. The tree is still in the yard. In the spring, it has the most beautiful blossoms. In the fall – it used to be full of sour but delicious crab apples. When I was young – I would eat them raw. I didn’t mind that they were sour. Come to think of it – I used to eat rhubarb raw as well. It must be because I am so sweet that the sourness didn’t bother me! Ha Ha Ha! I remember the delicious crab apple jelly that my grandmother would make. It was not too sweet and was spiced with just the right amount of cinnamon. It mad the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! It was great on buttered toast as well. I made my own batches of jelly too, in my younger years, with apples from that same tree. There is nothing like the aroma of homemade jelly being made. I used to enjoy making jelly. I also remember my mother and Aunt MaryJane making jelly together in the kitchen. I used to love pouring the hot wax over the top of the jelly. We used old jelly jars, baby food jars, and any other kind of jars we had around the house.

It was a lot of work. I am sure the folks who live in the house would let me have some of the apples – but I am too lazy. I would say too busy – but that really isn’t the case. Lazy fits. Considering my waistline – it is probably best that I don’t make my own jelly. It would be too much of a temptation. If my family has one weakness – it is the love of good food and especially comfort food. I have seen homemade crab apple jelly in local orchards and a farm store. I think I will pick up a jar or two and as long as I don’t buy a loaf of bread and a jar of Skippy peanut butter at the same time – it may last a while. Happy Harvest everyone!

Often, I have been asked by folks who don’t really know me where I am from. It surprises them when I answer that “I am from he-ah!” I am a New Hampshire (New Hampshah) native through and through and the daughter of NH natives. I have always lived in New Hampshire. Folks that don’t know me – seem to think that I must be from Down East – Maine or there abouts. It must be my real New Hampshah accent! There doesn’t seem to be a lot of us that still have the real New Hampshah accent any more! I think it is because of all the folks from away that have moved here and started families of their own. Their children grow up speaking with a diluted New England accent – not a real New Hampshire accent. They also say strange things like rubber bands and sacks when they are talking about elastics and paper bags! You should see the looks I get when I say that I was sitting out on the stoop! Times certainly have changed and the world is really getting flatter. Different cultures and places in the world – seem closer than ever and our differences seem to be fading. This may be a good thing in the long run – perhaps the more alike we become or at least the less different we seem to each other – there will be less conflicts. That is something to chew on – that is for sure. I think I will mull this over with a slice of apple pie for breakfast with a piece of wicked sharp cheese!

First Day of School

The first day of school seems to be getting earlier and earlier. We never stared until after Labor Day. Some kids have already returned to school and many will start in the next week or so. It is a shame because summers during my childhood seemed to last forever and were filled with many adventures!

My first day of school was MANY years ago – but I still remember it. We had recently moved to Nashua, New Hampshire, and I really didn’t know much about our new home. I was 5 years old and entered into St. Joseph’s Catholic School. I remember the nun saying I was too young to be in first grade. She was mean – or at least I remember “mean.” It was a huge class of 40 or more students. The nun had no trouble maintaining order. I remember other students getting a pointer across the hands! I was too afraid to say ANYTHING. I got on the wrong bus that first day of school and was still on the bus when the bus driver pulled into the station. I didn’t know when to get off the bus. Nothing looked familiar to me. When they asked me where I lived, all I remembered was that we lived near a cemetery. There are a lot of cemeteries in Nashua! that day, I had to wear a sign “Debbie La Valley Bus #9” until I remembered the correct bus and where I lived.

At lunch, we would walk to the nearby high school for lunch. I refused to eat. This made the nuns even meaner because they would yell at me for not eating. My mother ended up paying a mother of one of the students to feed me lunch. Kids that lived close by could go home for lunch. I remember having Spaghettios either all the time or most of the time. I would also watch The Real McCoys and I Love Lucy while eating lunch.

First grade was my only grade at St. Joseph’s. I left the catholic school system and entered public school – where I came out of my shell. In fact, I often chatted in class and ended up standing in the corner or staying after school. I like to think of it as they failed to challenge me 🙂

I ended up enjoying school – especially its social aspect. I even went on to college and got a BA in English. I know that the little shy 5 year old version of myself would have never thought I would have voluntarily signed up for more school.

I have many great memories of school now. I hope my nieces who are heading back to school in the next week or so – realize these are great times for them.

Reflections

I don’t feel like a serious topic today – but something very important has been weighing on my mind – and my hips . . . chocolate! I love chocolate and have never met a chocolate that I didn’t like. Friday, I happened to go to Shaws supermarket. It is not my usual choice – but I found myself in the “foreign” foods aisle. There was a UK, Mexican, and Oriental section. I gravitated to the UK section and gazed upon the salad cream, tea, jelly baby type candies, and assorted yummy candy bars. I decide on LION bar by Nestle. The colourful (hey-I had to add the “u” … it is an English candy bar!) image of a roaring lion on the package – sold me! Yes – marketing is EVERYTHING! I am a vegetarian – but with the right marketing – I would buy chocolate covered ants! Not far from the LION bar – I noticed a can of “Spotted Dick.” That is just wrong on SOOOOOO many levels. Perhaps – another blog will tackle that one. I certainly did not feel compelled to purchase it.

I controlled myself and purchased only the one LION bar. I consumed it as soon as I got to the car. It was something like a $100,000 Bar (aka 100 Grand Bar) by Nestle. This got me thinking. Why does a chocolate company change the names or promote similar candy bars with different names in different countries? Why not call a Mars bar a Mars bar no matter where you buy it? You would think it would be less expensive to use the same wrappers and commercials.

Even more troubling are the unique chocolate bars that are ONLY available in certain regions. For example – the very yummy Violet Crumble. It is a honeycomb center covered in smooth milk chocolate. It melts in your mouth. I know Cadbury sells these in Australia, and I have found them in Hawaii. It is a mystery to me – why it is not marketed in the mainland US. It is probably a good thing that the Violet Crumble is not easily accessible to me or I would be chubbier than I already am. I have zero will power where chocolate is concerned.

Thank goodness for the internet (you CAN buy EVERYTHING on Amazon)! The Violet Crumble is attainable without flying to Australia or Hawaii. However, ordering during the summer months is not recommended. No worries . . . I can wait! Until then, I will have to make do with a Twix or KitKat or 3 Musketeers or Snickers or Milky Way or Hershey . . . 🙂

A Bit of Fun - Painting w/ Light

It is finally “cool” enough to turn off the AC and open up the apartment. I love hearing the night noises – the cars moving along the pavement and the crickets. I love crickets! There is nothing better than listening to these little shadow fiddlers. They are really fiddling tonight! It reminds me of one of my older poems (from 1983) – so I dug out the poem and it is below:

Shadow Fiddlers

Crickets
voices of the stars
flickering overhead.
ventriloquists perhaps,
telling me things
beyond earthly dreams,
in songs I might understand.
A star falls
in a graceful arch.
Was it trying to reach me or
just an extinguished dream
lost between night songs.

Something black winks
across the sky.
A bat? Moth? Or a promise
from the shadows?

Jumping for Joy

I was jumping for joy myself yesterday afternoon when I took my Uncle Bob and sister Jackie for a little drive, and we came across this bald eagle at Crete’s farm! I NEVER tire of seeing these majestic raptors! Luckily – I almost always have a camera with me. I haven’t seen eagles in a few months – but got a quick glance of an immature eagle earlier in the week and earlier yesterday morning. Seeing the adult in the afternoon was icing on the cake. This particular eagle has an orange band on the left leg and a silver on the right leg. I have seen him/her many times in the past. I am glad that the eagle is staying in the area. What a treat to see eagles fairly regularly right here in Boscawen and Penacook! It wasn’t too long ago that bald eagles were critically endangered. A great success story. It goes to show you what people can do if they focus. Now, if only the government (Congress, Senate, etc.) could focus and do something about our pathetic debt situation! Work TOGETHER people and quit playing politics! (Like that is ever going to happen!)