Molly Goatwax

Weeners

I feel so bad for the little girls who put out their pumpkins only to have the carving obliterated by hungry squirrels before the festivities even begin tonight.

Shishito Plate

I am having the season's last plate of Shishito peppers, sautéed and glazed, sesame oil, ginger, dumpling sauce and lemon. Lucky I have five plants of this variety. Next year, who knows?

Baker Awards

I have just uploaded the last of 100 images in my portfolio at 

http://www.bakerartistawards.org/nominations/view/marthagatewood/

So, do me a favor and click the link, OK? Then like it on the blue social media site about faces.

Thanks!

Autumn Leaves

Peppers by Post

Thursday I slid some peppers into a packet and took them across the street to the post office to send to England. I told the lady who has been weighing them for years that they were fresh hot peppers. And she was incredulous. "And they get there alright?" I told her they always have. Notwithstanding my incredible bad luck with Homaland Security seizing and smashing the crayons I sent to myself, the USPS has always carried some strange cargo. I was taking delivery of a package off a truck once and I spied a large box marked "Live Bees". I asked the carrier and he let me lean in to hear it buzz. That was of course, a long time ago. I think you have to ship bees UPS now.

Back to Basics

I may have many hip self-organization apps on my fruity phone, but nothing satisfies like crossing items off a paper to-do list with a pencil. Next! Find myself an office! The corporation I work for has given me the task of setting up a mini production center with a colleague. I think I want to walk to work. Every day there is some fatal accident snarling traffic in the rush hour commute. My third SAAB went ka-blooey, too. There will not be a fourth. My cat has taken to napping on the neighbor's truck hood in its absence. Maybe he wants a Qvale Mangusta convertible.

Who knew

Before the house we live in was a dentistry, it was the Baltimore office of Interpol. That may explain the high pitched hum. Or not.

Maryland Art Place

Has selected this Lucky Cat and another for a December Exhibition.

Not Homer

Ours is not the only orange tabby who owns a convertible. I spotted this guy stylin' in Hamden.

The recurring theme: us against the squirrels

Yesterday I brought home a nice looking pumpkin, but I am not putting it out front yet. The horde of ravenous squirrels ate our Jack O'Lantern last year. They've eaten and chewed through everyone's gardens and trash cans. I looked out the window oone day this past summer and I saw one of the varmints snitch a pepper off one of my plants. Then he dropped it and ran away really quickly. Hah! I may spray the pumpkin with essence of ghost pepper this year.