Molly Goatwax

the untethered mind

It was such an eye-bustingly beautiful day that I took my self off bright and early to wander amongst the lilac trees in the back lanes trying to find the barn where Mrs. Gideon Steiff kept her cows in 1945 and caused such a stir in the state legislature...although I suspect the barn's foundations are on a different lot now, I found her garage. It sideswiped the same covenants by being across the road to the south. Oh, my! I am turning into a geek! I wish my mom were here so that we could golf-cart around to the sights. She could tell me why someone would put in a low iron rail on their back rock wall. We could discuss exterior gas nipples without shame nor embarrassment. As it is, I must make myself a nuisance to the neighbors without her.

The end of an era

I will miss coming in to mop in the mornings to find evidence of mayhem....a little. At last night's farewell party I found my eyes getting a little misty and then I found myself notarizing everyone. Hubby advised one victim that it would wash right off.

Look Honey, I found this Thing! pt.4,219

I was pondering the mortar in the stone foundation of a double turreted Queen Ann (sadly turned into apartments) and then I went to Philadelphia and bought a rusty letterslot. It came in a decayed piece of door. It won't fit the space on my front door, so into the studio it goes.

Building aspirations

Thinking about casting cement and ping pong balls in concrete molds.......

Final Rally

This is your last call! On this coming Friday, Molly's Public House is hosting its final Meat-A-Thon and blast-out party. Grilling! Specials! Prizes! Give aways! As with our previous grill parties, attendees bring ready-to-fire cuts and ends or sides to share pot luck style. You need not feel obligated to bring a dish to attend, just come by for a last night of frolicksome fun. The hosts and barkeeps at Molly's want to celebrate the cultural laboratory that has been the Public House experience and also invite you to take advantage of cut rate notarizing until 7:00 P.M. only! If there is any thing left to drink, we will be open on Saturday, but not after that.

Earth Day

When I'm not torturing my younger child's delicate sensitivities lately, I've been doing yard work. Under a thick cover of vines and dead leaves I found a crude rock-work bed bordering the front of the yard to the right of the walk. I had hoped to uncover a similar bed to the left of the walk but it seems to have been broken up and scattered by the people who put in the (now removed) wheelchair ramp. So I spent yesterday afternoon cutting vines, raking and fishing rocks out of the undergrowth to put back, more or less, where they used to be. Besides the rocks, I found a generation of candy wrappers, soda cans, chip bags, cigarette packets and a pair of broken glasses tossed under the leaves. Maybe if I continue, I might find something good. Like a garden.

Oh, joy.

Finally and at last! The cotton candy making machine has gone ka-blooey! I swear I didn't have any part in its malfunction...I think I'll just ease it into the trash before the ten year old wakes up, and with a little distraction, she'll hardly miss it at all. I sure won't miss the mess.

Why the theme recurs

A few days ago Viggo walked into Molly's and wanted a Buttwater Light. I told him the truck never showed up. "That damned Pig...", he muttered, once again making our plush toy pig the recipient of all blame. Today Viggo wanted one but they had not yet been loaded into the chillers after delivery. I looked around and the pig was nowhere to be seen, so I had to admit that it was my fault that Viggo hadn't the icy beverage of his choice. Now I have to go find the plush toy pig and blame him for not reminding me to stock the coolers before I mop.

The next step

I suppose that if I'm going to pursue this love affair, I will have to learn how to drive a manual transmission. Hmmmm....

My fascination

I saw this gem today as I explored the boundaries of Tuxedo Park.

How it stopped me in my tracks! My guess is that it's a 1970's era SAAB V-4. If you want to see one in its full glory, click here. It's pretty enough to pose for a portrait. Hey! Everyone's gotta dream, buddy.