Drive-by Philosophy

in and around ithaca--

Run out of thoughts to ponder? Ithaca's bumpers are here to help.

The mind blowing:
Reality: It's Not What You Think

No, really, you're BLOWING my mind!
Don't Believe What You Think

Concerned about the right things:
Keep Tahoe Blue (this wasn't even us!)

Winner of the Caywood "Killing 'Em with Kindness/You Can't Get Drag Me Down/Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em" Award:
I Heart Haters

Sew Exciting

caywood- My parents, in their infinite thoughtfulness and with characteristic encouragement of my hobbies and interests, gave me a sewing machine for my birthday! Yay for turning 40!

Allegra, beloved friend, sewing expert, and recent Caywood visitor, provided the project management expertise and oversight needed to help me complete my first project on my cute, pink-and-white machine: curtains for the cabinets in the kitchen.

Allegra did all the hard stuff-- measuring, matching the patterns to each other, ironing, pinning, figuring out how the automatic needle threader works, advising the novice sewer...





... while I pretty much just focused on pushing down the foot pedal and not running over my fingers. I'd post more pictures here, but am experiencing Shutterfly download/upload fatigue.

Mom and Dad, I hereby dedicate these curtains to you!

Aurora vs. Luna

I went out to gather the eggs in the morning as usual.

Aurora, awesome as ever.

But what happened here? It doesn't even tip the scale. Someone's shirking coop duties. That, or impersonating a quail.

In an Aurora vs. Luna smackdown, it's Aurora, every time.

Good Luck to a New Favorite

rochester--

www.restaurantgoodluck.com/

We loved this place, our cocktails, the balsamic roasted figs and fennel sausage, housemade fettuccine, blueberry star anise ice cream... but mostly we want to move in, since the aesthetic is exactly what we dream about for Caywood Station.


Fellow Upstaters, when you find yourself in the place known as the Flower City--and alternately known as Flour City, Rachacha, and Rochiggity, according to a source>-- don't miss Good Luck!

Stick It To Me!

caywood --
And now we bring you A Day Inside the Mind of Seneca:

Wake.
Pee.
Eat.
Stick.
Stick.
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Eat.
Pee.
Sleep.

How Bella Got Her Groove Back

caywood-- As you may remember, boredom and ennui marked Bella's days since her return from resort living at the Inn and Spa at Pennsylvania Furnace. She pretty much thought good times were a thing of the past and that she was condemned to live out the remainder of her days in A/C-less, baconless discomfort. But life holds many twists and turns! One day you're waiting til sundown so you can scratch another tally mark on the wall of your prison cell, and the next-- kaboom!-- you're suddenly reconnecting with life's meaning. One never knows when a strapping young gentleman might enter the picture and liven things up for an elderly lady. Say, an ambitious border collie with a sweet eyes and a fetching aspect. Say, Seneca.

When Seneca's on the scene, Bella is one peppy puppy. No, she herself doesn't fetch sticks or chase a ball. But, she does enjoy sitting and watching Seneca do that. When Seneca's around, Bella remembers, "Hey, roll-arounds are fun. I think I'll have a roll-around." She smiles, and rolls around, scratching her back on the grass and sneezing happily. She also comes on all walks involving Seneca. Even very long walks. Even walks all the way to the lake and back. Seneca is the secret ingredient that magically turns a death march into a pleasurable stroll.

No matter what we are doing, Bella is more engaged and interested if Seneca is nearby. She has a spring in her step and a sparkle in her big brown eyes. We are not talking about a May-December romance, so please get your minds out of the gutter. Seneca is not Bella's beau. Theirs is a relationship that almost defies classification. They don't cavort around together, nor do they share many of the same interests, which makes it hard to call them "friends" or even "colleagues". As Karen has observed-- in a nod to her days GRE test-prep tutor-- "Garbage is the Bella as stick is to Seneca." Seneca is deferential and seems to understand Bella's approach to life is much more sedate than his own. Karen has also noted, "Bella acts around Seneca how I do around Jasper. It's almost like she can't stop saying 'That kid is just so dang cute!'"

So, you see, it's really more of a foster grandmother relationship Bella has with Seneca. She loves Seneca's cute exuberance and his playful approach to life. He helps her get in touch with all the things there are to enjoy about the here and now. And, she knows she can eventually give him back.

Not that Karen is a foster grandmother to Jasper. That's more of funny-friend-lady-and-co-aficionado-of-tractors-who-used-to-live-next-door-and-wishes-she-still-did-live-next-door-and-is-a-great-playmate kind of relationship. Also hard to classify.