The economy is in free fall. The dollar is worth next to nothing. Those in the know encourage us to buy gold and horde it in our mattresses, but I have a better idea. Buy Instant Krazy!
Pound for pound, there may not be a more valuable (and enduring) substance in the world.
Most of the illustrations Robbi draws end up on paper. They are eventually thrown away or recycled or shoved into a shelf to be forgotten. Last winter, she was asked to create a different kind of image—an illustration of two girls on bicycles to accompany an inscription on a granite marker in a memorial garden dedicated to beloved Chestertown resident Kitty Baxter (who passed last winter) and her cousin and lifelong friend.
The other day, we drove out to Geoergetown, MD (about 20 minutes from Chestertown), to see the marker in place.
It’s a simple line, but it captures the youthfulness and joy with which Kitty would want to be remembered.
And it’s going to be there for a long time.
What is she doing? Where is she off to? What is she thinking? What will become of her?
I don’t know. I can’t know. And that’s the thrill and the pain of this parenthood thing.
I teach her so that she can navigate the world. But then she wants to navigate the world. Already, she refuses to be held unless she’s very tired. She only wants to look outward, uncoiled and insurmountable.
She wants to have her say and she wants to say it loud.
What else would I want for her?
…but sometimes the meals I cook for Alden are just plain boring.
We love our local Rita’s Italian ice stand. We recommend heading to Rita’s whenever you are in need of immediate, intense doses of sugar.
But be warned that their hours are pretty confusing. As a die hard fan of their product, I’ve spent a long time mastering the many vagaries of their schedule. And so I’ve prepared this helpful guide so that you will always know when you can and cannot expect Rita’s to be open.
Please refer to the following:
First off, Rita’s is open from 12:00pm to 9:00pm from Monday–Sunday. But keep in mind that from Sunday–Thursday, they are only open from 12:00pm–9:00pm. On Friday and Saturday, they generously stay open from 12:00pm–9:00pm to accommodate the weekend rush. But when Monday rolls around again, they’re back to the regular 12:00pm–9:00am schedule. The one exception to this rule is Wednesdays, when (inexplicably), they are only open from 12:00pm–9:00pm.
If you’re still confused, you’re not alone. If you find yourself inspired enough to open your own franchise, I applaud your initiative. The world is in desperate need of more Italian ice. But in the name of all that’s holy, please try to maintain more predictable hours.
This summer, a Japanese photographer traveled to the tundra to spend some time photographing the work and daily life up there. We just received an invitation to the opening for an exhibition of the photos she took of her Alaskan experience.
The model on the invite looked vaguely familiar.
I can’t wait for the royalty checks to start rolling in.
Looking for the perfect Halloween gift? We have just updated our display at Bookplate, which, for those of you not familiar with the particulars of Chestertown geography, can be found at 112 S. Cross Street.
Note: small, intractable child is not for sale. But you may have her provided you are willing to endure her endless shrill complaint.
If you or anyone you know is thinking ahead to the end of days, note that there has never been a better time to go!
I mean, with savings like these, you can afford to die twice!
We are smiling because we are going to Japan. We are leaving now. We are taking the children and leaving the cats and the dog. While we are gone, we will not be making any books or checking our email. We will not be filling any orders. We will not be posting to this blog.
BUT, thanks to the miracles of modern technology, we have written a few entries that will automatically post for you in the days ahead. So check back in if it pleases you, or wait until October 31st, when we will post some photos of that faroff, mystical land of Robbi’s forebears. And likely some prizewinning shots of me jumping over Mt. Fuji or whatever else in Japan is tall and seemingly insurmountable.
And with that, we bid you farewell.