Monkling's Blog

I just can’t help it. Any time I think of Teddy Roosevelt, all I can think of is Arsenic & Old Lace & the guy running up the stairs with a sword yelling, “Charge!”

Why was I thinking about Teddy today? Well you see, it was a warm, rain-free day today. Frank & I decided to go exploring. We had often driven along Northern Blvd. in Long Island and have seen a sign that said, “Historic Site.” Today we followed the signs.

As it turns out, Teddy apparently used to live on Long Island. Yep, he had a summer house at Sagamore Hill.

First we hit this trail behind the house. We walked through the woods,trying to watch out for large tree roots hidden beneath the leaves where they lurked, trying to grab your ankles & make you trip. We came out into a clearing and saw this:

As we walked across the bridge, I wondered out loud how strong the bridge was and how deep the water was. On the other side of the bridge, we were looking out into a bay fed by the Long Island Sound:

This is the house where Teddy lived:

Coming back from the trails, we entered the house by the back door. Frank told me to go in first because he wanted to come in after me and yell out, “Honey, I’m home!”

Is anyone still reading this? Although I can’t see why you would when there hasn’t been anything here to read in a month.

An entire month has gone by?? How did that happen?

I am going to try to get back into the blogging groove. Not promising anything, mind you. But I’m gonna try. We’ll see how that goes.

I wish I could say I’ve been doing some really exciting things around here and I’ve been so busy and that’s why there hasn’t been much blogging going on. Unfortunately, if I said that, I’d be lying.

Nope. Nothing much new going on. Frank is still working in the same place. Darling Daughter is still in college. Steve is still in Rome. Old, smelly dog is still old, smelly, and shedding like crazy. Seriously. Every day I sweep up enough dog fur to make an entire Chihuahua.

Let me see… has anything interesting or unusual happened lately? No, I don’t think so. Unless you count the truck that stopped outside my house the other morning. It was trash day. I decided to throw out some stuff like, oh, the playpen from when my kids were little. (Which Theresa saw and said, “You’re throwing out my old playpen?!?!” Uh, yeah. Why? Did you plan on using it?)

So getting back to the truck, some guy gets out of the truck and takes the 20+ year old playpen and throws it in the back of his truck. Then he take a cocktail table I threw out. It’s only the frame, mind you. It’s missing the top. Thus the ‘throwing out’ part on my end. He puts it on top of the truck and drives off. He does not tie it or anything. Just sort of flings it up there. That’s not an accident waiting to happen!

It seems I’ve rambled on enough for one night. If there are a million typos in this post, oh well. Deal with it. I’ll fix it tomorrow when I am more wide awake.