Suzy Says

I am pleased to report that 2019 was a vast improvement over the extremely unpleasant 2018. Less crappy! It’s our goal!

The main improvement in my life is that I moved to an incredibly beautiful house, still in Hooterville, but a world away from the drama, weirdness, and strife of the old place.

Books read: A paltry 83, embarrassing compared to last year’s 102, and even more embarrassing considering that I became our local library’s Board President this year. Not exactly setting a shining literary example there.

Rainfall has been on the paltry side too, at a mere 12.5 inches so far this underachieving season. The hills are barely green and it’s nearly January. I hope we aren’t facing another drought.

I lost track of the power outages this year. Given that Their Satanic Majesties (also known as PG&E) feel they can cut us off for days at a time with utter impunity, I think we can expect the beatings to continue.

Here’s what happened to our heroine this year:

January: The delights of the ballet followed by take out Thai food and a Hitchcock movie with the family. The girls were being good and the boys were being bad. The beginning of a three day power outage. Way to start the year! It’s on! It’s off! It’s winter on the coast! Ending the month as it began, with a wonderful evening at the ballet.

February: Thinking about the past. There was snow! Beautiful snow! I love snow! I did not love having the Bug from Hell, however. The dangers of housework.

March: A little vacation in town, in the midst of an atmospheric river. A delightful trip to the past. The combined horrors of dental bills (which I did have to pay, of course), the time change, and yet more dental work. Hoping that the madness of the time change will eventually go away, though the horrors of bills and dental work are eternal. We celebrated Dad’s birthday in style, with home-made cider, good food, a great Hitchcock movie, and lots of love. Brightening my hair and my outlook. Dinner with Erica and Jessica. There are no words for how much I miss them.

April: An unexpected (and unnerving) funeral. Boys will be boys. Especially Dodge and Clyde. So nice to see how much they love each other. Getting crowned. And not in a good way. An unpleasant surprise. My blog turned 18 and Jessica turned 16. Guess which one is more mature? A fantastic trip to the South Coast with Megan and Lu, including a fascinating lecture on female lighthouse keepers.

May: I found a new house to rent! It is beautiful and I still can hardly believe I actually live there. A wonderful barbecue at Rio’s place, with lots of friends and family. The best kind! Wildlife, inside and out. Water, water everywhere. I picked a good time to move. Taking a trip down Memory Lane while going through the seemingly endless supply of boxes. Neither here nor there. Moving Day! And Megan’s birthday!

June: I got internet for my birthday. Just what I wanted! Unpacking. With a vengeance. And without caffeine. My brothers valiantly unpacked the ancient grandfather clock. It’s official! I’m home! Getting to know the new and fancy appliances in my new house. And I have a house key for the first time in 10 years! The cats adjusted to their new home. And speaking of cats: Dodge dislodged the window screen in the bedroom. Fortunately there was no permanent harm done to cat or screen.

July: Natural wonders, from earthquakes to foxes. A delightful evening with the Flynn Creek Circus. Is there any other kind? Jarrett and Kalli are engaged! Wedding will be in the spring of 2021 on the family estate. Hooray! A look around my beautiful new home. It’s like a dream that I actually live here. My commute isn’t bad, either.

August: A fun Sunday without ever leaving Hooterville. Alert the media! I actually went to the movies! It was really fun, too. Hello darkness, my old enemy. And farewell to another lovely library board member, at the ripe old age of 94. Her ashes joined her husband’s at Wage’s Creek and they are together at last. A fairly successful attempt at making Montreal style bagels. A completely perfect day to kick off an extra long weekend.

September: Helping to set up a very successful book sale for the library. A delicious trip to the South Coast. Yet another new appliance in my new house!

October: Bears, bears, everywhere! I somehow became the library Board President. There are far too many speeches and events involved. More bears. And gas. It turns out you can have too much. Only I could turn buying a couch cushion into an epic adventure. The tenth anniversary of my move to Hooterville. A lot has happened over the decade. Moving here was one of the few good decisions I have made as an adult.

November: The horror of a five day power out(r)age brought to us by the corruption, greed, and neglect of PG&E. They should be ashamed of themselves, but they aren’t. You think a long, unnecessary power outage is bad, until you wake up to discover a sink full of raw sewage. The fun and companionship of hula class. And the joy and beauty of the local symphony. There’s nothing more fun than girl night!

December: A stormy, but happy, Thanksgiving. The only thing more fun than the Festival of Lights is seeing it with your friends and their family. The happy tradition of Candlelight Shopping in the Village. And a happy holiday season.

Thanks for coming along with me for the ride. Here’s to the New Year!

Christmas week was always going to be a weird one. Work one day, off two days, back at work two days. I kicked off the festivities with another Girl Night™ at Chez Megan on Monday night after work. I brought the snacks, and Megan made scalloped potatoes for dinner and the signature drink of Girl Night™, the Elle Woods:

It is a dangerously delicious libation of frozen estate grown strawberries, lemonade, and strawberry-infused vodka whirled in the blender and then enjoyed with movies.

The evening’s program was a little more Rob friendly than last time, and he actually watched them with us: One for the Money, which Megan and I actually saw (7 years ago! How is this possible?) at the movie theater when it first came out, My Cousin Vinny, and School of Rock. Megan and Rob hadn’t seen School of Rock before, though it’s one of my favorites, and I think it’s now one of theirs, too.

When Rob and I walked to the car together – he drives me home after all those Elle Woods – we were amazed by how the sky was a huge bowl of glittering stars on that cold winter night.

On Christmas Eve, I made a nice dinner of pork roast, Yorkshire pudding, and salad with some wine. My Christmas decorations had been on the minimal side, with a pretty wreath on the door:

and a little tree on the table:

But one of my coworkers had other ideas. She bought me a tree and lights and gave them to me along with her gifts. All the way home that night, I smiled, feeling so loved and cared for. I have to say, having it set up and sparkling does make a big difference and made me really feel the holiday spirit:

On Christmas Day itself, I spent some time making Montreal style bagels, watched the Queen’s speech, which is always inspiring, and later, watched A Charlie Brown Christmas and the Grinch before opening my gifts, which were delightful.

The next day, I was back at work, and Megan stopped by my office to bring me gifts from Erica and Jessica, which included what is almost certainly the world’s cutest pen and eraser:

All in all, it was a happy Christmas.

A YEAR AGO: A not very festive Christmas.

FIVE YEARS AGO: A lovely Christmas.

TEN YEARS AGO: A merry Christmas.

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: A rather adventurous Christmas.

The Village, All Aglow

One of my favorite annual traditions is Candlelight Shopping in the Village, even if I don’t buy anything. I love seeing the quaint shops all dressed up for the holidays, shining with holiday lights and glowing with candles in Mason jars on their steps.

Megan and I started our evening at Luna Trattoria. Knowing that there are no reservations and that the restaurant fills up quickly, we decided it would be our first stop. The pasta maker waved at us cheerfully as we passed his window, and in no time, we were seated at a table overlooking the Village, with this charming little guy watching over us:

As always, the food was excellent. Megan had grilled prawns with pasta, and I had carbonara:

a simple dish which is quite difficult to make successfully. It made us reminisce about the first time we had it, 35 years ago, in our friend Davide’s country house on Lago Maggiore. The house had been in his family for generations, and still had a dirt floor in the kitchen. I seem to remember there was cold running water, but not hot. Still, when I think of visiting there, I think of the amazing food Dad and Davide cooked (they used to joke that one day they would give up science and open a restaurant called Il Duo Davidi, or The Two Davids) and the many, many bottles of wine we drank together.

Back in the present, we thought a bottle of Prosecco would be a festive accompaniment to dinner, and so it was. We started our dinner with perfect bruschetta:

Again, something so simple that can be difficult to make well. I had to wonder where they got such good tomatoes in the dead of winter. Megan mentioned that this year, they are doing a winter garden in the greenhouse at the family estate, so I need to go over there and check it out.

Replete with dinner, we fought our way through the huddled masses waiting to be seated in the restaurant and out into the crisp evening air. We enjoyed meandering through the candlelit streets, meeting friends here and there as the stars sparkled overhead. I didn’t buy anything this year, but I did enjoy the festive look and feel of the Village in its candlelit holiday glory:

and resisted this adorable (and expensive*) plate:

As we headed home, I thought about the lovely evening we had shared and the holidays ahead. There was a lot to be happy about. And I always have fun with my sister.

*If you love me $143 worth, you can buy it here.

A YEAR AGO: We were skipping Christmas then, too, but enjoying the Festival of Lights.

FIVE YEARS AGO: Our friend Lichen was living in a giant wine cask.

TEN YEARS AGO: Being a cat doorman is not all that glamorous.

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: Hm. It seems this Grinchy thing is not exactly new news.

It’s the most sparkly time of the year! Time for the Festival of Lights at the Botanical Gardens, our annual tradition. Friday the thirteenth was the day (or night) we chose, and it was far from unlucky.

For one thing, the parking goddess smiled on Megan as she usually does, and we parked right in front of the entrance. For another thing, we met up with our friends Lu and Rik, together with Rik’s daughter Rachel, her boyfriend David, and their adorable baby Dean, who you may recall made his charming debut on this blog not long after he made his world debut. He will be two in April, which is somewhat amazing. He is a very sweet kid, though a little bewildered by all the attention from all these strange grown ups, so I didn’t take his picture. I am still kind of amazed that Lu and Rik are grandparents. Also that I myself, the Suzy, is old enough for that stature, and not in a tragic, teenage way, either.

Dean was almost as delighted by the sparkling lights as the grown-ups who accompanied him. There’s always something new and delightful to look at, as well as old favorites.

I love seeing the jellyfish floating in the darkness:

And the ship and whale, reminding us of this area’s maritime history:

There was even a fire-breathing dragon swimming past:

It was delightful to wander the paths with our friends, and the predicted rain failed to appear. Lucky again!

We parted ways outside, partly because Dean was getting sleepy, and partly because his great aunts were headed to their favorite bar, and he’s a little too young for that right now.

At the bar, we met the new bartender, who we really like. Our beloved former bartender has moved, though she will (again, luckily!) be making a guest appearance every Wednesday. I am pleased to report that the new bartender made an excellent lemon drop for us, with special Buddha’s hand vodka:

Hand to Buddha, it was delicious! And a very lucky Friday the Thirteenth.

A YEAR AGO: Sneaky Dodge sneaked out of the house, horrifying Clyde and me. Audrey was pretty happy about it until he came back home.

FIVE YEARS AGO: Fortunately, stormageddon did not live up to the hype.

TEN YEARS AGO: Some of us think weeds (not to be confused with weed) can be quite lovable.

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO: The glamorous days of air travel.

As you might expect in a (very) rural community, there’s been a livestock theme on the local message boards lately. Read on for tips on how to deal with errant cows, old hens, and missing dry cleaners.

Brother, Can You Spare a Hen?

Posting for a friend:

ISO a hen who needs a home. She’d be a companion to two old-lady hens
who are pretty much retired from the egg-laying business, but have
become pampered pets and inseparable companions. One of the old hens is
losing her feathers, could be off to hen Valhalla soon, don’t want
remaining hen to be all alone in the world. No, the stew pot is not an
option.

Can offer: Good secure henhouse at night, all the bugs and grubs a girl
can eat during the day plus nice evening meal of hen chow plus valiant
guard dog who keeps critters away.

My question is how they started their car with the keys in the PO box.

P.O. Box 1172, attention!
Your keys are dangling in the lock.

Good thing none of my clothes are dry clean only. There may be a reason for that…

The jewelry store on Franklin that let you drop off and pick up cleaning
(that was done in Ukiah) has decided to stop offering this service as of
now. If you have clothing there, get it soon, and they also
no longer take credit cards, so take cash or check.

This means that until someone else decides to take on this (apparently
thankless) task, there is no place to take dry cleaning on the Coast.
(something about having to listen to complaints about the cleaning
despite having no control over the outcome.)

Until then, don’t wear silk, I guess.

I’ve heard of tiny houses, but 22 cubic feet seems a little small for even the shortest geezer…

Upright Freezer

this geezer wants to sell his freezer!
22cf Frost Free right hinged
lived inside … some minor dents on sides
has shelves and baskets and burned out interior light bulb
$100 and you transport it
Rick 961-XXXX

The saga of the cattle. Go north, young cows!

4 brown & white cows wandering on XXXX road at 6:40 am
just west of XXXX Ranch, they went north.

Now all 4 cows are in my yard on Rd XX snacking on apples. Friendly
and loving. Come get them. Tag says XXX.

Good morning!!! Cows are back with more friends! Word must be out about our apples. Anyone know the farmer?

Learned this from my Grandad – walk up to the lead cow – you have to know how to identify such – and point a closed umbrella right at the face of the cow, but with the tip about three feet away, then swiftly open the umbrella, and usually yell something like “Truman’s comin’ fa ya”, depending on yer inclinations, and said cow will hitail it back to the barn, and all her sisters (or brothers) will follow dutifully behind. He claimed it always worked, and actually demonstrated it to me once, and I did indeed witness the technique’s efficacy.

[Apparently, it worked!]

The cows are home. Thanks to everyone who helped herd them in the
right direction!

I’m glad all the cows are home now and have “mooved” in the right direction out of your yard.

Sounds like someone was having fun at the beach…

A woman’s bathing suit top was found at the beach at the lighthouse. Anyone know of anyone missing it? xxxx@mcn.org

A YEAR AGO: An amazing presentation of King Lear.

FIVE YEARS AGO: Holiday decorations. I’m sorry to tell you that the Charlie Brown tree did not move with me. It has been permanently retired.

TEN YEARS AGO: Things were a little scary inside the house. And out.

FFIFTEEN YEARS AGO: Rainy day blues.

The week leading up to Thanksgiving was a stormy one. The Ridge was covered with redwood needles, fallen twigs, branches, and general debris. One night driving home from work, it was so foggy and stormy that I could barely see the road. In fact, I couldn’t see the turn off from the highway to the Ridge, so I guessed. I was close: I ended up in the pullout at the foot of the Ridge. I drove down the middle of the road at 20 miles an hour, hoping for the best. I wanted to drive faster and get the hell off the road, but the visibility made even 20 about as fast as I could safely go. I was so glad to get home!

We were hoping that Clayton could join us from the City, but the weather was too bad for that four hour drive, especially on a motorcycle.

We celebrated Thanksgiving on Saturday, so I had some extra time to get things ready. Over the years, I have learned that the key to surviving the holidays is to do as much in advance as possible. So I made the cranberry sauce, dressing and roasted pears for the salad, cut up the bread to get stale for dressing/stuffing, and roasted and peeled the chestnuts:

Like every year, I forgot how horrible it is to peel chestnuts until I was actually doing it, even though I let them steam in a tea towel for fifteen minutes after roasting, which is supposed to make it easier.

It doesn’t.

Oddly, I never seem to have trouble peeling chestnuts I buy from street vendors in Paris, served in a paper cone. Maybe it’s being in Paris.

The house was pretty clean, so I didn’t worry about that, either. I did trap the boys in the bachelor pad (Megan’s old dog crate, fitted out with a comfy quilt) and close the bedroom doors to keep Audrey in. Audrey disdains company, but I didn’t want to take any chances on an escape attempt happening while people were going in and out.

On the day itself, I was putting the turkey breasts into the oven and thinking how lucky I was that my guests were almost entirely very capable cooks, ready to spring into action if something went wrong in the kitchen. Jonathan made the gravy while Rob mashed the potatoes. Everything was ready:

when the power went out. Sighing, I headed to the closet to get the power outage box with its lanterns and headlights. Bu the time I had it all set up, the power was back on again. We kept the lanterns out just in case, but I’m pleased to say we didn’t need them.

Dinner was fabulous. I was too busy eating and talking to take many photos. We had last year’s cider:

This year’s model wasn’t ready yet. Jonathan is planning to make vinegar and applejack from cider this winter, so stay tuned.

We finished off dinner with wild huckleberry tarts and a pie made from butternut squash we grew:

It was a wonderful evening. I’m very thankful for my family. No matter what life throws at me, they are always there for me.