Anarchist Coffee?

My husband was in Red Emma’s Bookstore Coffeehouse recently and picked up coffee for me.


They call it a medium dark, but it’s more dark roast than medium. This is a classic American dark roast. This reminds me of the coffee you used to get when mainstream American’s were just getting into coffees that weren’t Maxwell House or Folgers. That’s not a slam, it’s good. It’s darker than what I like. My sister, Joan, would love it. Thread Coffee roasts this for Red Emma’s, so if you’re in Baltimore pick it up at the store. Otherwise you can order it online at

Dog Park (Prison) Update

The great dog park experiment continues. Storm goes every day, Monday through Friday, and then gets a weekend pass. He knows he has to stay an hour, so about fifty minutes in, he starts to cry and walk around near the gate, but there have been several incidents lately when he forgets to cry and drool while standing on the picnic table and actually joins in the fun.


This is one of his little friends. He’s actually gone so far as to run around the enclosure with her several times. Here is proof that he sometimes enjoys himself.

There are other dogs he likes too, although he would never admit it. For the most part, he’s stopped drooling. The crying is much less frequent, but often in the middle of running around, he will remember he’s supposed to be miserable and throws himself on the ground.


Yeah, just like that. Histrionics abound at the dog park, or at least they do for Storm.

Dog Park or Prison Yard?

Storm is definitely in the “prison yard” camp. He hates the dog park. This is how he spends ninety percent of his time when he’s there. Yes, he’s standing on top of a picnic table.


He doesn’t like that the dog park is dirty. He doesn’t particularly like the other dogs. He doesn’t like that there is a water hose that some people spray their dogs with, which seems like water torture to him. In short, the dog park is a terrible, awful place that he is forced to go to for an hour every day.

Why am I so mean to him? Why does he have to endure such injustice? Because he’s a jerk to the other dogs if he gets bored at home, and the best way to keep him from being bored is to wear his little butt out. Thus two walks a day and the dog park for an hour. It’s hard for me to feel bad for him when lots of dogs don’t get nearly that much exercise. He feels like I’m a heartless monster. Even his beloved Colin won’t save him. He has to go every day to the prison yard.


Above is his open plea for compassion, but I’m not buying what he’s selling.



Portico under construction.

I haven’t posted here in a while because I haven’t been able to hear myself think. We’ve recently had our roof replaced. Almost immediately after that a crew came to build a portico and fix several issues around the house. Davis & Bankerd Custom Painting has been terrific. In addition to painting they do a variety of home repair projects. We’ve worked with them before and really like them. Even though they’re great guys, I’ll be happy when they’re done.