Category Archives: adventures

you don’t need Hurricane to know which way the wind blows

Well well, an earthquake and a hurricane in one week. Not too bad for the Northeast! Hope all of you made it through safe and sound. My parents and brother are currently without power (which means I’m losing half my audience here), but as for the Passyunk Palace, we were very lucky and got by with a couple of inches of water in the basement. I was actually a little disappointed that we didn’t even lose power at any point, as I was looking forward to playing some board games by the Coleman lantern, but I guess it’s for the best. But of course having power enabled us to sit fixated in front of the tv listening to Hurricane Schwartz say “I told you so” for 36 hours.

In addition to taking lots of naps, watching some movies, reading some books, and taking some more naps, we passed the time by…

hanging up some art in the hallway…
hallway art

playing with our new Dyson vacuum (this is from just one quick run over the carpet – SO GROSS…yet so satisfying!)…
first run of the Dyson

and trying to keep Porter as happy as possible, considering he hates the rain, and hates being toweled off even more…

Porter toweling off

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what I did on my summer vacation: pt 3

A couple of weeks ago we decided to have one last hurrah of summer and spend a few days at the beach. It also happened to be the weekend of our 3-year anniversary! Although the wind was a little chilly and the water a little rough, every day was beautiful and sunshiny, and every evening brought a sunset perfect for a long walk with Porter. Our friends Adil and Kara came down for a night too, and we had some delicious beer cocktails and good junk food on the boardwalk. It was a great end to the summer and I feel like I got it out of my system enough to embrace the incoming fall with open arms.

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

anniversary weekend in ocean city, nj

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what I did on my summer vacation: pt 2

Whoa, two posts in a week? Could it be that I might actually get my ass back in gear with this thing? Ehhhh….let’s not get crazy.

Back in August we took a leisurely drive up the Pennsylvania turnpike to Mauch Chunk, better known by it’s newer (and dare I say less terrible) name, Jim Thorpe. I’m still not entirely clear why the place is called Jim Thorpe – something about a Native American football player needing some place to be buried and Mauch Chunk was the only town that would take him, despite the fact that he was from Oklahoma and had never set foot anywhere near the place. I don’t know, the visitor center was a little vague in their explanation. What I do know is that it’s a pretty cute little town, was nicknamed “the Swiss Alps of the US” (although I’m betting this was before anyone in the US discovered Aspen, Colorado), and at one point was the second most visited tourist destination in the country, after Niagara Falls. Am I a geyser of knowledge or what??? Anyway, it was a nice little trip and a perfectly good alternative to spending an afternoon sitting on the couch saying, “What do you want to do? I don’t know, what do YOU want to do??” Of course the one thing in the town I didn’t take a picture of was my favorite thing – an amazing mint condition orange Karmann Ghia in the municipal parking lot.

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what I did on my summer vacation: pt 1

Oh, hi. Where have we been, you ask? Nowhere special. Just on picnics, and beaches, and walking around, and at the bar down the street, and just generally trying to enjoy every moment that we’re not sitting at a desk in front of a computer. And mainly not in the house doing stuff. Of course all that’s about to change with Old Man Winter heading our way – we have a couple of projects that we’ll be taking on (and paying people to take on), as well as some overdue photos of projects we’ve completed. But for now let’s keep summer alive and take a little peek of how we spent our summer vacation.

First up, camping!! Every year we tell ourselves that we’re going to go camping more often, and pretty much every year that doesn’t happen. We only went once this year (not including a dudes-only trip that Greg went on with his friends), to Promised Land state park somewhere in the Poconos. It was a good time, barring the horrible and insanity-inducing flies, and I definitely think we’ve gotten much better at it overall. My proudest accomplishment was bringing a kettle for hot water and a french press so we could have the luxury of hot coffee in the morning. I wish we would have gone a few more times, but in all fairness there’s like a combined 4 weeks of summer where the weather is conducive to a pleasant camping experience.

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

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camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

camping in Promised Land state park, PA

the early bird gets the worm. and then the worm in turn gets it.

The other night Greg came back from walking Porter and said, “Wow, something totally weird just happened. This girl stopped me and said, ‘Oh I recognize your dog from your blog!'” Apparently this gal Googled “Passyunk Square” and our blog came up, and she started reading it. So we actually have a reader that neither of us are related to, yay!! Which of course means damn, I need to get on the stick about updating this dusty old blog.

Our most recent adventure was one that I should’ve taken photos of, but I was a little too grossed out to think about documenting it for posterity, and you’ll probably thank me. A couple of weeks ago, I woke on Sunday morning and stumbled into the bathroom half asleep to find two tiny worms in the soap dish. I rubbed my eyes and looked around only to find about a dozen more – on the sink, on the floor, in the tub – everywhere! I yelled in to Greg (who, by the way, had just come from the bathroom himself and made no comment) to come look at my gruesome discovery. He responded, “Huh, that’s weird,” and left the room.

After squashing all the worms I examined the room, trying to figure out where they were coming from. I Googled “worms in bathroom” and found a bunch of articles about drain flies, these little flies that live off the gunk in your drains and hatch into flies. Ok, they’re coming out of the drains, that I can handle. I went to the store and picked up some Drano and we commenced with cleaning out the disgusting drains that really should have been cleaned months ago.

You have to understand that the bathroom is one of the (many) rooms that I try to pretend doesn’t exist. The m.o. is go in, do your business, maybe shower, and get the hell out of there. The room needs to be redone in a major way, but we’re just not ready for that quite yet. So bottom line, finding out that things were hatching in the drains was sort of like *finally* getting a notice for your overdue library book – you knew it was coming, you’re not really all that surprised, and mainly you’re just embarrassed that you waited til that point to return it.

After Drano and several batches of boiling water, the number of worms we were finding was greatly reduced, but they were definitely still appearing. The coast would be clear, you’d leave the room for two minutes, go back and and find one on the counter. I just couldn’t figure out how they were moving so fast behind my back. Then at about 11pm I was brushing my teeth and it happened – one fell out of a crack in the ceiling paneling and landed on the sink. We’re gonna need a bigger boat.

So I got Greg out of bed and he donned a face mask and goggles and got to work prying open the ceiling panels. Meanwhile I went on and on about how we would probably have to gut the bathroom immediately to get to the root of the problem, and then find a contractor to fix it ASAP and wah wah wah cry cry cry. After about an hour of poking around up there with (luckily) no big results – I think both of us were half expecting a huge pile of worms to fall out onto his face – we decided to give up for the night and call an exterminator in the morning.

I found someone to come out that afternoon, and of course by the time he got there, the worms seemed to have disappeared. I ran him through a few scenarios – we just got the stack replaced, maybe something crawled out of there, the drain fly thing, the leaky roof. Then we came up with what he considered the most probable situation, and possibly the grossest. I told him that we had the roof fixed the week before, and that birds had been getting in under the eaves. When they fixed the roof we’re pretty sure they closed in a nest, or at least one bird, in the wall above the bathroom. When I told him that he immediately smiled and nodded and said, “Yep, that’s it.” They were maggots. Maggots coming from the dead bird in our celing. Does it get any more disgusting than that?

The upside is that he said once they were done feasting on the bird carcass, they’d just die off, leaving a tiny bird skeleton entombed somewhere in the wall. He sprayed up into the ceiling as best he could, and climbed out on the roof to fully seal up the remaining space where birds could potentially still get in. And, knock wood, we haven’t seen any since then – that was last Monday.

So the moral of the story is…ummm….I don’t know. Birds are a pain in the ass?

news from the north pole of philadelphia

You probably didn’t know this, but we got a bit of snow here over the weekend…

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happy holidays from the Passyunk Palace!

A very half-assed pictorial summary of the holiday season:

I got into the holiday spirit by doing some decorating…

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holidays at the Passyunk Palace

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Porter hurt his paw, and our solution was for him to wear a sock around the house…

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He didn’t like that much, so instead we bought him some fancy expensive waterproof booties, which he also didn’t like…

After some practice though, Porter learned to stop worrying and love the booties…

Greg’s family came over for Christmas Eve and there was merriment and presents for all…

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

Greg’s dad enjoyed his usual taunting of Porter by playing keep-away with Porter’s new piggy…
holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

Then we went up to my brother’s in Connecticut, where my nieces enjoyed the new Wii that Santa brought…

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Porter met a strange tiny lion that reminded him of Franny in a way he couldn’t put his finger on…
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And Greg helped Maxine build a dashing and fashionable snowman, who is apparently ready to hit the slopes…
holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

holidays at the Passyunk Palace

Yes, I’d say it was a successful holiday season for all!

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happy belated birthday (to me)

Well, despite the fact that it was a few weeks back at this point, I had a pretty nice birthday. At this point it’s sort of pointless to bring up, but I was bummed that I never got to share my pictures, so I’m going to post about it anyway. And besides, my mom always says it’s your birth MONTH. So anyway, the gals who work for me arranged an ice cream sundae party…

ice cream sundae party

ice cream sundae party

Lizzy and Kevin made me the most amazing birthday card ever…

amazing birthday card

amazing birthday card

And Greg and I had a beautiful hike in White Clay Creek State Park in Delaware…

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Hopefully 31 will treat me well.

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seven miles below me i can see the world and it ain’t so big at all

If all goes well, this entry will be posting itself as I’m reclining my seatback and settling in for a crappy movie.

We’re off to wander around The Netherlands (and a bit of Belgium) for 10 days of beer, cheese, french fries, windmills, waffles, Rembrandt, pancakes, canals, clogs and who knows what else. (Why was that list mostly food-related?)

Hopefully I’ll pop in to post a couple of pictures with our nifty new netbook. In the meantime, I was just listening to this song the other day and thought it was apropos for the occasion…

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thus ends the dog days of summer

We took advantage of today’s beautiful weather to have one last hurrah of summer at the dog beach…

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dog beach

dog beach

dog beach

dog beach

Of course I’m sad as always that summer is ending, but every season brings its own excitement, and I’m definitely looking forward to sweaters and hot cider and crunchy orange leaves. And of course our trip to Amsterdam on Thursday!