Hello all.
Ann Leary, author of The Good House
Author of The Good House
I was recently asked to write a short piece about New England and New Englanders. It was for some kind of literary conference that is based in New England. I think. I honestly don’t really know what it was for, but I was happy to write about my experiences living in New England. I’m not a native New Englander – we moved to Marblehead, Massachusetts when I was fourteen and before that we lived in mostly midwestern states, so I’ve always felt that I have a rather unique perspective on New England and its inhabitants, coming to it, as I did, from places where people smile at strangers, allow other drivers to pull in front of them on highways, hug their friends, etc.
Have any of you been around here long enough to remember the Toast Ghost? Because he/she’s back. For the past two hours I have been smelling toast but…..there’s NOBODY HERE BUT ME.
Why toast, Ghost? Why must you make your toast in our house?
Imagine this woman in a messy kitchen with no cameras and you’ll have a pretty good idea of what I’m like when it comes to wrapping presents:
I would like to issue this public service announcement. NEVER put poison down for the mice. We usually set traps but have had such a huge problem this year that we stupidly put bait in the cellar. Poisoned bait. Now our house smells like it’s filled with rotting cadavers. In fact, it is filled with tiny rotten cadavers, all inside the walls. I know that’s no excuse for not having blogged as much as I’d like, but, despite having to gag every time I enter our house, I’ve also been on a great writing jag with the book, madly preparing for the holidays and having a BLAST with Hash Hags these past few weeks.
Recent events including, but not limited to, the repeated sighting of our enemy in the occupied zone have forced me to reissue the following declaration. My apologies to the oldies (but goodies) who saw this post a few years ago, in its original form.
For more than a decade, the Learys have pursued patient and honorable efforts to defend ourselves against our enemies – The Mice – without war. In those years we have used various nonviolent efforts to reinforce our boundaries, while sending clear and indisputable signals that we will not tolerate their threats of invasion. These efforts have included completely reinforcing our basement walls and packing steel wool into every hole we could find, no matter how small. These nonviolent efforts to disable the rodent forces have failed again and again. Why? Because we are not dealing with a peaceful, law-abiding species. We are dealing with vermin.
It was a beautiful weekend here in New England. Devin came home on Saturday night, we had a nice dinner with her and watched a movie. We just enjoyed the outdoors and our animals. Let’s see, what else? Oh yes, there was one other thing – Denis and I crashed Tony Bennett’s birthday party.
On Wednesday, I drove into the city for the Rescue Me finale party. For some reason, I had thought this was going to be sort of like a “wrap party” for cast and crew, but once I arrived in the city, I learned that it was going to be a slightly bigger deal, with a red carpet and press and everything.
I’ve been staying at the eyesore, getting lots of work done. We still have no internet or television, so I’ve been just enjoying the view. Last evening we had a big storm, and then, just before the sun finally set, it decided to make a sort of command performance. An unexpected encore after a very impressive day. Everything shone; the lake was shimmering and mist rose like gusts of smoke from the hills beyond. It was really something.
And now:
Things I Have Learned While Away From the Internet and Television:
Denis was in the city last night so not only was I not a witness to the bellowing. offerings of praise to the Lord, and tears of joy, but I was also completely unaware that the Bruins won the Stanley Cup last night until I read it on Twitter. Very exciting. Go Bruins, etc. I’m not a huge sports fan, but I love Boston dearly.
I was here in Connecticut trying to take photos of the full moon, which is very hard, due to moon illusion, which is a phenomenon that never ceases to fascinate me. I took the above photo after the giant moon was just peeking above the trees on the horizon. Of course, it looked small in the photo, due to moon illusion.
Copyright © 2013 Ann Leary