• My top 10 favs of 2019: A year spent reading, watching and listening to stories

    Amidst the madness of the world, I consumed 59 books, 46 movies, dozens of TV programs and many podcasts this year. These were my favorites:

    (Note: Not all were released during the past 365 days.)

     

    MY FAVORITE BOOKS
     

    The World Came To Town1. “The Day the World Came to Town: 9/11 in Gander, Newfoundland” by Jim DeFede

    2. “The Institute” by Stephen King

    3. “The Perfect Cookie: Your Ultimate Guide to Foolproof Cookies, Brownies, and Bars” by America’s Test Kitchen

    4. “The Complete Slow Cooker: From Appetizers to Desserts – 400 Must-Have Recipes That Cook While You Play (or Work)” by America’s Test Kitchen

    5. “Cook It in Cast Iron: Kitchen-Tested Recipes for the One Pan That Does It All” by Cook’s Country

    6. “Britain by the Book” by Oliver Tearle

    7. “The Library Book” by Susan Orlean

    8. “The Uncommon Reader” by Alan Bennett

    9. “Beware of Cat: And Other Encounters of a Letter Carrier” by Vincent Wyckoff

    10. “Something Warm From the Oven: Baking Memories, Making Memories” by Eileen Goudge

    (Honorable mentions: “Christmas Teatime: Celebrating the Holiday with Afternoon Tea” by Lorna Ables Reeves, “The Complete Vegetarian Cookbook” by America’s Test Kitchen, “The Story of The Great British Bake Off” by Anita Singh, “Click-Clack the Rattlebag” by Neil Gaiman, “Save Me the Plums: My Gourmet Memoir” by Ruth Reichl, “The Hit” by David Baldacci, “Sleeping Beauties” by Stephen and Owen King, “Bachelor Brothers’ Bed & Breakfast” by Bill Richardson, “Have a Nice Day” by Billy Crystal and Quinton Peeple, “The Innocent” by David Baldacci, “Wanderers” by Chuck Wendig, “The Dreamers” by Karen Thompson Walker, “Nigel: My Family and Other Dogs” by Monty Don, “Thanks A Thousand: A Gratitude Journey” by A.J. Jacobs and “Lights on the Sea” by Miquel Reinaand.)

    Overall reading ratio: I read 17,501 pages — 53% fiction, 47% nonfiction; 61% male authors, 30% female authors, 9% other.

     

     

    MY FAVORITE TV SHOWS

    GBBO1. The Great British Baking Show
    2. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel
    3. Escape to the Country
    4. Gardeners’ World
    5. Love Your Garden
    6. Downton Abbey
    7. The Kominsky Method
    8. One Day at a Time
    9. Broadchurch
    10. Big Dreams Small Spaces

    (Honorable mentions: Escape to the Continent, Shetland, A Million Little Things, 9-1-1, Santa Clarita Diet, A Discovery of Witches, Stranger Things, Modern Love, Elementary, Jack Whitehall: Travels with My Father, Jack Whitehall: At Large, Jessica Jones, Stephen Fry in America, Good Omens, Grace and Frankie, Supernatural, The Bodyguard, Comedians in Cars Having Coffee and Grimm.)

     

    MY FAVORITE MOVIES
     

    Yesterday1. Yesterday
    2. If You’re Not in the Obit, Eat Breakfast
    3. Avengers: Endgame
    4. Never Surrender
    5. A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
    6. Finding Hygge
    7. Judy
    8. Downton Abbey
    9. Doctor Sleep
    10. Brene Brown: The Call to Courage

    (Honorable mentions: Klaus, Blackkklansman, Green Book, Shazam, Captain Marvel, Jumanji: The Next Level, Knives Out and John Wick: Chapter 3 – Parabellum.)

     

     

    MY FAVORITE PODCASTS
     

    WWDTM1. Wait Wait… Don’t Tell Me
    2. Small Town Dicks
    3. Mobituaries
    4. Christmas Past
    5. 10 Minute Writers Workshop
    6. 99% Invisible
    7. Clear+Vivid With Alan Alda
    8. The Anthropocene Reviewed
    9. Radiolab
    10. Criminal

    (Honorable mentions: David Tennant Does A Podcast With…, Death, Sex & Money, Sidedoor, Fresh Air, Dear Hank & John, Nocturne, Let Me Google That, The Bookshelf, Reply All, Rumble Strip and The Christmas Stocking.)

  • Treacle and her woobie

    My cat has a woobie

    Over the years, my cats have amassed quite the collection of toys. Every week or so, I walk around the house and gather them into one of three (yes, three) toy boxes, just to avoid the destruction of yet another vacuum.

    Many of these toys are your feline standard: crunchy balls, caged balls with bells in ’em, fake mice, things with feathers. Then there are the ordinary items our cats have turned into playthings, such as aluminum foil balls, wrapping paper and empty boxes. Our brood of six also has quite the collection of scratching posts, kitty condos, heated mats as well as their own room for food and litter boxes.

    Which is to say, they’re utterly spoiled.

    And yet, for dear Treacle, no toy compares to her woobie. She loves this toy more than any other. Oh, she’ll chase after a crinkle ball or catnip-scented sachet, but she won’t play with it. Once she realizes the toy we’ve thrown is not her woobie, she turns up her little black nose and walks away.

    Toss her woobie across the room, however, and Treacle will run full tilt to retrieve it. She’ll pick it up with her mouth, run back to you and spit the toy at your feet. Then, she’ll begin to trill, demanding that you throw the toy again.

    If you do so, and angle the toss about 3 feet off the ground, Treacle will leap into the air for it. Sometimes she’ll catch it with her paws; other times it’ll sail just beyond her reach and she’ll joyfully chase after it.

    Often the speed at which Treacle runs to catch her woobie is so fast that she can’t stop in time (Newton’s First Law). She’ll slide across the wood floor, sailing right past the toy and thump fluffily against the wall. She doesn’t mind, though. She just picks herself up, grabs the toy, runs back and spits it out at your feet. With black liquid eyes, she’ll look up at you and beg for another toss. Should you fail to comply with her polite plea, she’ll shove the toy closer and start meowing.

    The woobie occasionally escapes from Treacle’s grasp, sliding under a door and into a room that’s out of bounds (bathroom, basement, bedrooms). When this happens, she’ll return to you, sans toy, and insist that you retrieve it. Light forbid you have anything else to do, such as cook dinner or work. No, no. You must stop everything and GET HER WOOBIE. At which point, the toss-and-retrieval process begins again.

    The woobie started out as a toy mouse but over time, it has transformed, Velveteen Rabbit-like, into a stuffed grey lump. Its ears are gone. So are its eyes and its nose. Tail? What tail? Lost that months ago. It’s even had abdominal surgery to stitch up wear and tear.

    Occasionally, Treacle will take it upon herself to clean the woobie by dunking it in her water bowl. Once it’s thoroughly soaked, she’ll bring the disgusting, sopping toy over and demand that you play fetch. If you throw it, the “mouse” lands with a gross splat and leaves a tell-tale puddle on the floor. Since I have no wish to play with a wet toy or have dirty floors, I send the woobie to purgatory (i.e., over a heating vent inside a forbidden room to dry). Treacle remains noticeably unhappy until this process is completed.

    M and I used to complain that our dog Duncan wouldn’t play fetch for more than a toss or two. Treacle has taken the game in the other direction and entreats everyone to play with her — right now.

    Good thing she’s so adorable.

  • Bookstore

    Quote of the week

    “Aren’t bookshops strange, sitting there with quiet menace, as if they were just a shop and not an entry point to 30,000 different universes?” –Matt Haig

  • Wish list

    My natal day and Yule looms

    I’ve received several requests from friends and readers about what I want for my birthday and Christmas. Cards are lovely. Letters are even better (snail mail address available upon request). And I’m never one to turn down presents.

    But, if you really want to make my year, sign up to become an organ donor. Although 113,000+ men, women and children are on the national transplant waiting list, a shortage of organs means more than 20 people die every day waiting for a transplant.

    One donor can save up to eight lives. Sign up now and one day, you could be a hero.

     The good in you can live on.

  • Christmas lights

    How I Costco

    Park in the very last row because it’s Saturday and, of course, the entire lot is full.

    Walk into the bustling superstore with a list. Fully intend to buy mostly meat, baking supplies and paper goods.

    Spot the holiday decorations aisle near the entrance and make a beeline for all that joy.

    Fill my entire cart with Christmas decorations. Agree — reluctantly — to leave the giant sled and reindeer I’ve been wanting for four years because it won’t fit in the cart, the car or the shed.

    Purchase everything else and cram it into my Prius.

    Take cart back into the store and buy the stuff I actually planned to get in the first place.

    Walk out feeling accomplished, excited for the holidays and a little wistful about that sled/reindeer.