Zoeppelganger

Earlier this week, we got our new tea towel from The Black Dog Tavern Company* and the pup on it (dressed as a shark with swim gear on) bore a striking resemblance to my sister – tail, grin, weight

*This company is headquartered on Martha’s Vineyard in the fine state of Massachusetts (where we live now).

This made our mother question where the modeling money she made is stashed, to which one of our cousins said “obviously an off-shore account.”

Then, while mom was at work down in the Kendal Square in Cambridge, she came across this pooch who she had to do a triple take to make sure it wasn’t Zoe since she (we are going to call her Emily) laid down and posed in a very Zoe-esque manner, perked her ears in that Zoe way, and aside from a few missing black freckles on the white part of her left foot (and the wrong color leash), looked identical to my sister. Attitude and all!

So the mystery now is:

Which one posed for the tea towel portrait?

Zoe, for once, is mum on the subject.

The Tempest

Finally Settled

Sorry it has been so long since I’ve posted. A lot has gone on since I last got the attention of the Scribe – including:

1. Preparing and then celebrating our FarMor’s 90th birthday in June. Her actual B-day was in May but Dad was the only one of us to fly out for that dinner to attend with his siblings and their partners. But the June shindig included; grandchildren, great-grandchildren, extended family members, and of course some of the fur-relatives.
2. Arriving back in MA and re-acquainting ourselves with the yard, neighbors, and of course, waiting for all our stuff we moved to CA to catch up with us. Luckily, we left a number of things behind so we had a bed, towels and soap…although one of our BESTEST FAVORITE neighbors (more on them later) actually provided some of these things for our parents when we finally got home!
3. Checking in with our Vet here in MA to get back on their books and make sure the temporary vets in CA didn’t mess anything up.
4. Unpacking and trying to integrate and organize all our stuff from CA with the stuff we left behind in MA.
5. Taking time to get our parents back on track in terms of catching up with their health care providers…which is actually still on-going, but at least Dad got his gap tooth finally fixed with a dental implant -so he looks less like a yokel.
6. Getting our yard back in order…which is also a work in progress. Especially since our presence seems to make some parts less ordered? Is that possible?
7. Etc, etc.

But last night, as our parents were over at the aforementioned neighbors to pay respects to the late Jimmy Buffet, I finally felt I was back at home.

It was actually Zoe that narc’ed on me and got our parents to come home 15 minutes earlier than they had planned by barking and barking. Our parents (especially Mom) hearing her calls of distress assumed it was because she was hangry that her second portion of dinner was not being presented her in a manner she thought timely (we got half our dinner before they left for their Jimmy tribute). But Mom worried… Zoe was really channeling Mom and thus Mom wanted to go home right then.

When they got close to home (they kinda started to jog towards the end, Zoe was so insistent something was wrong) they found out that she was actually reprimanding me for “breaking the rules” of our household, when it really was only me finally really feeling back at home! I mean really… what is wrong with being on the counter?

The Tempest

Apparently, being on the kitchen counter when our parents aren’t here (or maybe ever) is one of those “rules”.

Note: Wouldn’t you know that when The Scribe tried to add the above pictures to my first blog in …forever?…that the computer would crash! Fortunately, when it rebooted, the text I had dictated was still there. Phew!