The Rip Van Wrinkler, XXI, Issue 1, February 2017

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We never forget Kaila Harlan.


Kaila & Indy Bing, 2005


©Maggie Bradley 2016, "Guinness & Stella Portside, East Pier"

Mark your calendars!

Our "famous" annual Beat the Winter Doldrums Brunch

Will be chez Apu, on Sunday 12 February 2017 (snow day 19 Feb.)

Blintzes and champagne or cream cheese, bagels & lox.

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Chuck up a tree, or Bubba Chuck
being a stinker
by Karen Christensen


Chuck home, no worse for the misadventure {but several days later}.

11 dec 2016 - Hoo boy. I am a bit under the (cold, unpleasant) weather, spent some time baking today and finally around 3:30 suited up for a brief walk with a pair of basenjis in the falling snow. They were unimpressed with the precip but we were all mutually interested in Chuck's caterwauling; he sounded really distressed and I couldn't figure out where he was howling from until I realized he was in the big linden tree by the street -- bottom branch of which is about 10 feet off the ground.

LOUD!

After a few minutes of coaxing and getting nowhere I took the dogs back in the house and went out to find neighbors on a walk were really upset about Chuck's situation. They suggested a ladder and I grabbed the first one I found, only 5 feet tall. They finally agreed that was too short and I suggested Chuck would eventually find his way down if we left him alone, seeing as he seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting.

Enjoying the attention.

But then another neighbor, Denise Coyle, came along, and together we agreed to try my 8-foot folding ladder, but to no avail. Chuck was stubborn in staying just out of reach. Finally, Denise's husband Bob came down with an extension ladder, the clatter of which advancing skyward alarmed Chuck enough to send him cascading down the far side of the tree trunk, across the street, and down the bank below to the patio of the house below, where from my standpoint he looked OK, though I think his ego was pretty battered. He still has not made it home but I hope he does soon. Having him lifted gently to terra firma had been our vision and maybe his but the reality of the ladder was beyond his coping. In the 13 years he's been here I have never seen him in a tree that was more than 7 feet tall, and I don't know what caused him to go, though I suspect a pit bull who cruises my street without supervision on a regular basis.

Meanwhile, I came back into the house to discover the basenjis had managed to coax one (of four) of the custard cups to the floor and enjoyed its contents (flavored with coconut oil, lemon peel, cinnamon, turmeric, cardamom, and black pepper). I'll look forward to trying one myself for breakfast tomorrow.

And we finally got our walks in, in the snow and the twilight.



Chuck & Margot.



Pi the Cat

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